”We have these two Gore Tex trousers from the North Face.”
“Why is the other pair twice the price of the other?”
“The other one is made in Nepal so we have no guarantees.”
“Rickshaw? Rickshaw? Rickshaw? Rickshaw? No? Marijuana?”
“Buy me a biscuit buy me a biscuit buy me a biscuit buy me a biscuit why not why not buy me a biscuit buy me a biscuit yam yam buy me a biscuit?”
Normally when you arrive to a new country, you feel happy. Excited, looking forward to getting to know the place. The initial feeling we had when we were sitting in an old Toyota Corolla on our way to our hostel was that we need to get out of here.
I think we simply lost it at some point when deciding to come live here. But that’s ok. Never before has a hostel owner invited us for a cuppa with him at the roof terrace of his hostel or the personnel asked us to relax and get settled in our room (at 9am) first before worrying about any paper work. Pay less, get more.
Before I get a tan and Ville grows a beard, we are, however, experiencing some credibility difficulties.
At the visa counter:
Officer 1: “A 7-day visa?”
Us: “No…as long as possible, 90 days?”
Officer 1: “…”
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Officer 2: “How long are you staying?”
Us: “Well, max 7 months.”
Officer 2: “Hah hah haa… Buon giorno!”
The blogger is a neurotic short-term job abuser.
Some of the local tourist hell, Thamel, from our hostel balcony.
Tällä hetkellä on kuuma. Anniinalla on yllään partiohuppari, en pidä siitä. Pääni vasemmalla puolella on Pohjan asuinalue. Olemme siis Seinäjoella.
Matkablogin kirjoittaminen on vaikeaa ja vähän tyhmääkin. En keksi mitään kerrottavaa ja kaiken lisäksi olemme Seinäjoella. Juna on 10 minuuttia myöhässä.
Tämä blogi tulee olemaan minun ja Anniinan yhteinen ja kertoo matkasta Aasiaan. Tänne tuotetaan niin laadukasta proosaa, että Agricolalla pyörisi sukat jaloissa.
Anniina puhuu puhelimeen tällä hetkellä todella kovaan ääneen. Minua hävettää.
-Ville
Kirjoittaja on työtön tradenomi.
Suits you, Sherpa! 