I refused to cook for lots of people, but always made a point to fry beacon and eggs  as much as anybody wanted and toast and coffee.

It was fun and people loved to have two helpings of everything.

Looking at the rather primitive setup with a stove built from scrap, not two plates the same, toilet paper as serviettes, just 200m from a five star establishment, one wonders and learns what life is and happiness is really about.

However, it spoils one for a regular life in society, just as the cruising life does on another level.