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Published: June 30th 2008
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me no speakala engleeesh
rain? thought it only did that in England Well not the best thing to say to customs when asked whats in my bag..but after being treated like a terrorist, fingerprinted and photo'd just to get in as far as customs i thought 'what the hell might as well go for the full rubber glove treatment' thankfully there was a long queue and it was hotter than satan's thong and only slightly less moist so he glared a little and let me pass.
Found out that the international law that says no taxi driver is allowed to be able to speak or understand english or know how to get to where you ask them to take was being fully observed, so all well well and ordered with the world.
Made it to the hotel by his good luck, my map reading and a shared basic grasp of german.... links, shiesse nein rechts!!! luckly i speak it better than i spell it.....
Air con is wonderful...... and the bed was comfy, which is about all either me or Kirsty noticed about the room till 5 am the next morning
right timer is running out on this comp so tune in next time limey watchers for the next
gripping installment.
quote of the day so far... who knew a gay pride march could get me so wet......
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kerry
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awww....
...missing that sick sense of humour already. Very jealous and wanting my holiday noooooooooow! Love you xx