An Irish guy called Damian (charming) and a German called Jorg (scary).
Jorg's English is halting and shouty, and his taste a bit weird. So, at breakfast we were startled when he suddenly snapped:
"Tell me... you will tell me about Rimming."
Everyone went quiet.
"Rimming. Rimmingtons. A bar called Rimmingtons. Apparently you get to see precisely 150 hot mate strippers. This I want to see."
"It's only about eight strippers, you know, bud." says our host.
"No. The guide book is specific. 150. That is what I expect."