Brilliant book... very funny...
If you buy one book this year, get this...
Fantastic, hilarious, painful. Completely unputdownable. Probably the best book I have read this millenium!
A great easy to read story which sucks you in and keeps you wanting more.
It was while holding aloft a not altogether pleasantsmelling mackerel that the decision was made. The March rain hammered on the rotting tin roof high above the market stall, where I had spent the last six months pushing out dubious trays of marine life at three for a fiver. After a twoweek holiday abroad Joy and I vowed that a life in fish giblets was not going to be our destiny and a life in the sun, was.
A complete lack of catering experience, zero business acumen and the sum of our vastly wealth barely reaching waist level of a ceramic pig did little to deter our enthusiasm for buying a bar on a subtropical island. “Where do we sign?” we said. And then the whole silly, sunny saga began...
When Joe and his girlfriend Joy decide to trade in their life on a cold British fish market to run a bar in the subtropical sunshine, they anticipate a paradise of sea, sand and siestas. Little did they expect their foreign fantasy to turn out to be about as exotic as a wet Monday morning.
Amidst a host of eccentric locals, homesickness and the occasional cockroach infestation, pintpulling novices Joe and Joy struggle with the expat culture and learn that, although the skies might be bluer, the grass is definitely not always greener.
A hilarious insight into the wild and wacky characters of an expat community in a holiday destination, More Ketchup than Salsa is a mustread for anybody who has ever dreamed about jetting off to sunnier climes, finding a job abroad… or anybody who has even momentarily flirted with the idea of ‘doing a Shirley Valentine’ in these trying economic times.
