Found some chef's dream of cooking it English Style in the hotel bar. There was everything from margarine to custard powder and an obvious trip to Ikea. After weeks of noodles and boney fish, it was a weird pleasure to have toast and honey, a cup of tea, and bacon and scrambled eggs. I showed the hotel staff how to make it all and it was a funny strange thing to do in this really remote place. It was nice to try and find all the ingredients in the local shops and cook for everyone but I guess I would have been horrified to come here and find Full English on the menu.

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