Reply To: The Last Cruise of Helix 25

The twins, Luka and Lev, took charge of providing the drinks for the partygoers, occasioning a number of remarks on them being the most handsome barmen anyone had ever seen.  Tundra and Tala had come up with an idea to replace the advertised Friday quiz night, notwithstanding that nobody knew if it was Friday or not.

After a couple of drinks the survivors were relaxed and jovial. It was almost as if the setting, as well as the alcohol, had resurrected the idea of socialising, being carefree and social and cracking jokes, simply because it was the role one played in such a setting.

Tala signaled to Tundra. It was time to present the quiz.  Tundra reached into her bag for the wad of postcards, stood up and followed Tala to stand in front of the bar and face the gathering.

“Can I have your attention, please!” shouted Tala, quite unnecessarily as everyone was looking at them anyway.  “There are no wrong answers in this quiz. The winners will be the ones who can provide a personal anecdote about the places pictured on these cards.  In the event of nobody having a personal anecdote about a particular place, a general historical reference will be considered.”

“And if anyone recognises any of the people on the back of the postcard, either the sender or the recipient, ” added Tundra who had read the postcards already,  “They will win the first prize of The Golden Trowel!”

A buzz of excitement rippled through the pub.