YIC took a trip to Rangitoto Island in Auckland Harbour. It is an extinct volcano and was rather tame in comparison to the other volcanoes YIC has seen in NZ. But walking to the summit did allow him to work up a thirst, which he duly slaked at Galbraith's Alehouse where he found real ale in Auckland - huzzah! The weather had been particularly hot, so YIC thought it appropriate to have a half of shandy (or possibly something a little stronger). The Bob Hudson's bitter at 4.0% ABV was a pale golden colour and vg.
He also found this ditty on the Pub's beer menu:
ODE TO BITTER BEER
The subject of my little song is one I hold most dear,
It supports our constitution, and it will for many a year;
John Bull, indeed, would be defunct, or else look very queer
If Bass and Co. should cease to brew their glorious bitter beer.
I've tasted hock and claret too, Madeira and Moselle
But not one of those boshy wines revives this languid swell;
Of all complaints from A to Z, the fact is very clear,
There's no disease but what's been cured by glorious bitter beer.
Apparently it's an old musical hall song from the 1880s. YIC can only add - hear hear.