That's right, folks. Good ol' Costco.
A membership from the States will work over here and my word, does mine ever earn its keep. There's something special about the smell (food court pizza, hotdogs, and churros) and the sounds (mammoth shopping carts chuntering around and industrial crates lifting pallets of toilet paper or tires) that just sends me right back to America.
Good, bad, or ugly: capitalism does have its uses.