My eyes try to accustom themselves to the dark confines of this place. It has been a long, arduous journey and my bones ache. My head hurts from all this sun and most of all, my clothes cling to me like the last thing they want to be is attached to my body.

I lumber up to the bar and ask the young maiden,

"Tell me, miss, do you have a glass of cool water for this Celtic traveller?"