Sometimes, the lack of receipt paper was apparent. This, I think, was from a restaurant/bar next door to us called the Tropicana. We would go of an evening, sit on the beach, have a drink and talk about what was going on in our minds. What we were thinking.
This is from a small store that sold stationary and school supplies, of which we needed for class.
I stayed for about a week with a South African family. They spoke Afrikaans. The children were lovely and always working on their English with me. One of the younger daughters wrote this out for my drink choices. The spelling is so cool, a mix of languages in her head.