One for the stairs

When a funeral comes to the village the place temporarily transforms to the African equivalent of Ibiza. They bring generators and blare out music from 7 in the morning till the small hours for three days solid. Whether you have ever met the deceased is of no importance, you pay your respects by dancing all night and getting a little merry. With no electricity, when the chance to party appears the locals don’t have to be asked twice.

This occasion afforded me the opportunity to sample the local tipple. Brewed out in the bush from sugar cane and some other unspecified ingredients. The first of couple of swigs were a bit of a challenge, but after the initial shock and once the spluttering subsided I started to develop a bit of a taste for it. A cross between petrol and mead, if it will keep, it will definitely make a welcome addition to the cocktail cabinet. “Would anyone care for a bush brew martini?”