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Strong drink is not a mocker. Strong drink is a glib-tongued tempter. A quarter litre of wine makes me think a trip to Paris is perfectly feasible. Half a litre and I'm thinking about going back to Japan. I believe I once decided to go on an opera trip to Eastern Europe after half a litre of wine. And did, which had the educational advantage of showing me Prague and Budapest under full soviet control, and teaching me that guided tours are best avoided because even when people are off to see opera, some of them will still behave like jackasses and prats.

(This last is sad because tours do at least take care of all the anxiety-making details for you, like hotels and train connections and such, and being taken cared of is such a nice feeling.)