In reply to Dauphin:
> I find it's normally intergenerational, plenty of crusty old farts, assorted misfits, students, germans, dutch, weirdoes, posh tarts, parents with kids. Normally after the single malt comes out, the banter starts, plenty of sparkly eyes, and deep grins, a shared love of mountain places and wandering. Feels as clandestine, free and naughty as raving in an east Lancashire warehouse early 90's. Some of the best nights of my life have been spent nattering to crusty old mountain gimmers over the Balvenie.
> El Clandestino
Similar feelings
I think a lot of barriers get broken down by a spirit of camaradie and the bond of a common interest.