HELLSINKI-BANGKOK
I was walking down Thanon Charoen-Krung as suddenly the sky reminded me
fiercely that it is still rainy season in Thailand. But does that take the
heat down? Exactly, not at all. So off for an airconditioned and dry
internetshop and on with the blogging! I'm sitting at this 10 dollar desk
with a huge lack of sleep, as it is. Just arrived in the City of (fallen)
Angels and allready in need of something. Sleep. Lots of it. Finnish people
are supposed to be tall and long-legged, but when it comes to transportation
they seem to have a gift for folding together very neatly and stay in that
position as long as their bladder allows them to. Try sleeping in your
mothers dirty laundry-basket for a night to get a hint of what I mean. Being
folded like I was, it was a good thing the toilet was so nearby. Hmm, I
stand corrected, every time somebody used that toilet the door would touch
my right knee. That's how close it was. If I wouldn't have been in this
folded position, i could have just pissed in the toilet from my seat. No
such acrobacy this time. Another thing I didn't suspect was the
persistentness Finnish people lay aboard when thirsty. One man, well in his
fourties, insisted that he wasn't drunk. I guess hitting five people on the
head and kicking several unsuspecting feet on his way to the loo was due to
the local airbags. After some nervous glances from the stewards and
stewardesses it became clear that the forementioned Finnae couldn't get more
booze. Well, he could still order it, and when that didn't got him his
precious free liquor he resolved in Mahatma Ghandi's praised method of
pacifistic protest. Thus, blocking the hallway for unfolded and crumpled
fellow Finnish men, and the regular passing stewardess. Slowly he bumped
towards the "bar', where he smelled victory and thus could not been moved no
more. Aye, a fearsome sight he was, that Finnae with his bloodred nose and
dangerously flatulent belly. Afer some humiliating pleads he got what he
wanted, the crew had probably decided it wasn't worth heir precious air-time
and sent him off with three airplane-sized bottles of various wines. Fifteen
minutes later he was sound asleep and snoring away while dreaming of
whatever his needs dictated his troubled system. I watched Harry Potter run
away from his fears in the Prisoner of Balkan, or something alike (My
Siamese isn't what it used to be) and landed safely at 13.33 O' Clock in
Bangkok. Smoothly. No ripples in the water. No screeching sounds on the
tarmac. And strangely, no applause. Must be a local thing.
But here I am, in the middle of Bangkok, getting ready for my little
adventure. 75 days of SEA. See ya all!
_________________________________________________________________
Xbox: nu slechts  149,99! http://www.xbox.com/nl-BE
fiercely that it is still rainy season in Thailand. But does that take the
heat down? Exactly, not at all. So off for an airconditioned and dry
internetshop and on with the blogging! I'm sitting at this 10 dollar desk
with a huge lack of sleep, as it is. Just arrived in the City of (fallen)
Angels and allready in need of something. Sleep. Lots of it. Finnish people
are supposed to be tall and long-legged, but when it comes to transportation
they seem to have a gift for folding together very neatly and stay in that
position as long as their bladder allows them to. Try sleeping in your
mothers dirty laundry-basket for a night to get a hint of what I mean. Being
folded like I was, it was a good thing the toilet was so nearby. Hmm, I
stand corrected, every time somebody used that toilet the door would touch
my right knee. That's how close it was. If I wouldn't have been in this
folded position, i could have just pissed in the toilet from my seat. No
such acrobacy this time. Another thing I didn't suspect was the
persistentness Finnish people lay aboard when thirsty. One man, well in his
fourties, insisted that he wasn't drunk. I guess hitting five people on the
head and kicking several unsuspecting feet on his way to the loo was due to
the local airbags. After some nervous glances from the stewards and
stewardesses it became clear that the forementioned Finnae couldn't get more
booze. Well, he could still order it, and when that didn't got him his
precious free liquor he resolved in Mahatma Ghandi's praised method of
pacifistic protest. Thus, blocking the hallway for unfolded and crumpled
fellow Finnish men, and the regular passing stewardess. Slowly he bumped
towards the "bar', where he smelled victory and thus could not been moved no
more. Aye, a fearsome sight he was, that Finnae with his bloodred nose and
dangerously flatulent belly. Afer some humiliating pleads he got what he
wanted, the crew had probably decided it wasn't worth heir precious air-time
and sent him off with three airplane-sized bottles of various wines. Fifteen
minutes later he was sound asleep and snoring away while dreaming of
whatever his needs dictated his troubled system. I watched Harry Potter run
away from his fears in the Prisoner of Balkan, or something alike (My
Siamese isn't what it used to be) and landed safely at 13.33 O' Clock in
Bangkok. Smoothly. No ripples in the water. No screeching sounds on the
tarmac. And strangely, no applause. Must be a local thing.
But here I am, in the middle of Bangkok, getting ready for my little
adventure. 75 days of SEA. See ya all!
_________________________________________________________________
Xbox: nu slechts  149,99! http://www.xbox.com/nl-BE
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