A cafe to hold on to...

Maybe I am obsessed... Maybe I am addicted...Maybe I am odd...
But the discovery of a good cafe is, to me, like a strong breeze when driving behind a Fijian local bus... the dark clouds clear and all looks bright and colourful again. A good cafe is a like the finish line at the end of the marathon you rashly decided to enter for "fun"... A good cafe is the ground you touch after sky diving....
Thank you Bulachino... you have saved me. I don't need to visit you all the time - I just need to know you are there.... :-)