Ah. So that’s why all the shops are empty. The locals don’t buy food from there. They are all cannibals and eat unsuspecting visitors. In the early years a few different mates did come over on bikes.....and they never came back for some reason. Admittedly one did get hospitalised in a bike smash as soon as he got to this town....strange cos he'd just ridden all the way from Essex! He eventually got flown home though! Then there was the one who got attacked by Rottweilers, the one got buried underground, the one who had a ghost in a cave sit on his chest and try to strangle him, the one who got poisoned while on his way to Morocco and had to go home, the one who wrote his car off, the one who came down with agonising toothache, and not forgetting the one who got caught up in the middle of a bar room brawl! I should also mention the Dutch guy who hung himself, and the Brit who killed himself by taking an overdose live on Facebook! It's a quiet little place......but it suits us! so that's where The Titty Twister club is....