2007 (43) ap

After the game of gin & tonic, vodka and redbull and Ghostbusters on TV, interrupted only by prayer breaks, took Soren, Lasse and I ferry over to the airport island and bar. Friday is transferdag, so the bar was full of people, and after that Soren had greeted almost all tourists lays who were there, we found three chairs at the bar and ordered three Canadian Club and coke. The old English lady next to me bought me popcorn at me before she mysteriously disappeared, Soren had set lady radar and Lasse tried to keep a conversation going with our English journalist friends. I was sitting talking with a kosovosk lady who worked with some of democratization in Yemen, and that really showed what she was doing. Did she at least even. Søren seem 3C was a little puny, and ordered Long Island Ice Tea to all, while Lasse and I found out that it was perhaps time to eat a little and slang orders in two ciabatta. Iced tea came on the disk, and it was quite clear that the mixing water apparently is for wimps in the Maldives, at least when it is local that mixes the drinks. But Soren was happy, and was observed around the room with new acquaintances. I worked hard to raise me up a little gang of three to four German ladies Lasse effectively managed to chase away just by opening his mouth when he came over. One and a half hours later, finally ciabattas on disk, after four requests lays if they could be so kind as to reap the corn soon, with the answer that it was so busy there because the cafe was full. Some burrowing journalism on their way to the toilet revealed, however, the cafe did not contain a single guest. Efficiency of Maldivian. Søren think it was getting boring hunting for ladies to himself, and decided instead to hunt just for me, which meant that few situations that do not fit to print, and an apology from me for Sørens behavior. Soren was already well down in a Cosmopolitan, Lasse wanted more Long Island Ice Tea, and although I thought I'd try for Maldivians can make mohito. They understood the concept of crushed ice, strikes a bit of crushing the glue to pieces at once, drowned at the vodka and forgot everything called peppermint, brown sugar, rooms and mixing water. In many ways, it is understandable, peppermint does not grow here, sugar is not healthy, one comes from a terrible diktatorøy middle of an ocean, and for a country that needs to distill everything called water is the cheapest and least ressurskrevene if one is full as soon as possible. lays It began, however, to be late, Kosovo shoulder had taken his rainbow umbrella and gone, and Søren tried as best he could and assisting lays the German lays lady who failed to read how much her table's bill had come on. It ended, however, most of insults, in other words, a successful small business, then Soren called instead for January hearing where there was a party going. For it was the. Once out on the steps to wait on the bus watched one of the German women if she could get a large Big Mac with coke by Soren. Soren, as the work of providing everything between heaven and earth to demanding resort guests, had to bite the dust and admit that a Big Mac was beyond even his reach. But she would like to be part of this party, which, however, she politely refuse. The bus spun down to the pier where Soren had not the patience to wait ten minutes for the Dhoni should leave the pier, and therefore tried to get hired very own dhoni that would carry us over to the other side. The price was higher than the demand, and in the end we took the steamer along with a New Zealand woman who thought lays that we should get dental models lays the whole gang. We politely refused and instead piled us into a taxi on the other side, and tried to tell the driver where we were going. However, he had no idea where anything was, and after taking all Male 'around, Søren forced him to call the center, only to find out that it was just around the corner. We arrived at the party just as "ze balck panther" and "michael kangaroo" would leave the party, but we went in, got every spring Indonesian Ping Tang beer in hand, and sat down to talk with all the Japanese who had gathered there. The Japanese were quite distressed when Lasse tried to convince them that Norway had acquired Honda, and did it. Better were it not Lasse revealed that Honda should not be called Honda anymore, but the Mountain King, and that henceforth they had to drive around in Dovregubben Civic. The Japanese was near collapse when he realized he could not pronounce "Mountain King" correct and prayed on their knees that we had to find something that was a little easier to pronounce in Japanese, if we first would be so nasty and change the name of his beloved Honda. The four-time began minareen from the mosques, and the party was in many ways rounded with Lasse and a bunch of really drunk Japanese people sat and cried that they had to watch and put on some Led Zeppelin soon. Fraternization across cultures.
2007 (43) ap