While we were scouting in Santa Marta, we happened upon a jovial fellow at a restaurant named Don Chucho's. Little did we know at that time that Don Chucho was the proprietor of said establishment, and that said establishment was in fact considered by the weathered travelers who pen the Lonely Planet guidebooks to be the best restaurant in the town. Don Chucho proved that to us with a feast of the freshest local catch. It quickly became apparent that we were kindred souls, as he graciously offered us a free bottle of tequila as digestif.
Sadly as we moved on to the next venue, our friend the bottle was "checked" and then, apparently, stolen from the coatcheck at our new friend Diego's nightclub, Ibiza. I could never tag blame on Diego as he's a kind and honest man.
Sometimes, late in the night, when I brawl with my insomnia, I wonder what happened to that bottle. If you've seen it, feel free to email me.
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