Memory lane kicks in again
About 15 years ago I went off climbing in OSuthern SPain, first night was in a camp site - after that free camping by the crag. First night, pitched tent and went for a wander. Bogs were the squat and hope and no bog roll, however there must have been 20 or more beer vending machines tied to the trees. Local lads were camping with the lassies, gettng pretty well lubricated, and what seemed to never be a thought of pulling the machine from the tree or breaking it - just every so often one would wander over with a load of coins and buy a load more cans, when one machine was empty they walked to the next nearest one. Jim and I were camped either side of one and the locals kind of looked on it as ours...
Where we were climbing was interesting - the bar sold the usual beer spirits etc, plus flick knives, carbines, bullets and shotgun cartridges..
R