Not counting the three guitar players, The Cuban was the second from the left and the Russian was the third and I'm on the far right. The girl in the front is the wife of the guy having the heart attack. The guy in the red shirt was with me and the guy far left was crew on Carlsberg. Jared was taking the picture. We had a hell-of-a-night that lasted until almost dawn. We were at the best resturant in town high up on the side of the mountain. The Russian was driving and we all piled into a four door "Ladda". The food was great until we got to the meat. I had ordered first picking the most expensive thing on the menu to set the tone (which was the stake) and both the Russian and the Cuban followed my lead. It was a five course dinner but the meat was like cutting the side wall out of a Goodyear. Everyone just kept eating and smiling and we were off to a great time, or should I adventure?