After a rowdy drunken night of welding up the huge Galvin iron erection atop Cotton Mountain, we set off to Tweed to purchase the most rusty and diffless Hilux you've ever seen from a fellow shitbox enthusiast.
We spent a while fondly appreciating his broken contraptions, and after running out of jokes, we were in desperate need of a feed.
South Tweed Tavern was less than 800m away, so we made off to find a lunch special. A special we found indeed!
$16 for this delightful pub feed is incredible value.
If you reckon you know a better way to cure a hangover, I'm all ears and doubt.