For one, you learn that there are beer festivals, albeit pretty lame ones. Somewhat blurry pictures to come soon.
For another, you learn that at beer festivals, people of different nationalities are quite willing to teach you foreign insults. A Scottish guy--we'll call him "Matt"--explained to me that three individually innocuous words, delivered with the right intonation and appropriately crude hand gesture, can start a rockin' bar fight.
That's information you can't pay for.
Also, apparently no one on the British side of the pond has heard of Mr. Rogers. Not sure what to do about that one.
In conclusion, there will be photos at some point. Stay tuned.
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