Fortunately my years of beer drinking and border crossing (though not done simultaneously) gave me enough experience to be able to smuggle this bottle of Hairoun across continents to safely reach some thirsty Danes.
The beer in Bequia, getting ready for its voyage.
The beer in one of Copenhagen's touristy streets, about to be drunk by a super cool mustache- who I will assume is named Olav.
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