Strange films in Bar No. 8

Having a farewell beer with Thomas and celebrating Alessandra’s birthday, we went to Bar No. 8 by the docks. But we didn’t stay long. We didn’t know that there was a strange arts performance going on there. There were short films, and eventually somebody kneeled down on a table, took a trunk-like plastic tube into his mouth for breathing and then was covered with peat. Well, the selection of beers was fine, and usually they also have live music, but we were definitely no fans of this kind of art. First we continued our party outside by the Spanish Arch, and then we went into the Bazaar, another very nice pub with a slightly Arabian atmosphere.