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Published: August 2nd 2009
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The movie included shows some good times with Dad and Liz over 2 weeks in Europe. The following is a guest post from the Krunch on her time in Amstredam. Take it away Liza:
So my journey begins in the little station of Leumeah. Mum agrees to
drive us down to the station and afterwards heads home. We wait for
the train and then I (being emotionally unstable, a teenage girl)
brace myself not to cry and for once I don't, after all its only 3
weeks. I kiss mum goodbye, and Dad and I board the train. We arrive to
the airport and whilst on the train I get a little teary, realising
just how much I'm going to miss all of my friends. Dad gives me his
beloved V.
We get to the Taipei line-up section of the airport and dad starts
making a hubbub as per usual. I end up getting to customs and am
thoroughly frustrated at having to throw away my moisturisers and
toiletries because liquids over 100mL's cannot be taken onboard. I get
through to the otherside and am told I must drink the V. So I take a
few sips, its fairly warm
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The cobbled streets and makes me want to throw up so I throw it
out, later being cornered by Dad who is tearing at this action
(similar to an american indian when there is rubbish thrown on the
floor)and followed by a crushed speech on how he and the V were
looking forward to get to know each other. After running to the
departure gates, we get onboard and I sit down and am excited that
there’s those little tv thinggies, score! I get to the games section
eagerly remembering that as a kid I played Mario, I get to it hopes
still high until I find some useless stingy 4 year old memory games
made by disney, thoroughly disappointed! I sigh and decide to check
out what movies they have, Seven Pounds! I watch it and try really
hard not to cry but like I said being emotional I cannot stop myself,
it really has become on of my favorite movies, a must see. So after
that I feel like something a little light, so I turn to something
called Revolutionary Road, within 30 minutes I turn it off
disappointed, its managed to make me angry and realise my sense of
claustrophobia.
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Elevador de santa justa The stupid man in front of me (as with every flight to
date) has pushed his chair back so my long gangly legs start to cramp
and then some fat shlong child behind me starts banging my chair! The
lady next to me has little patience because the kid behind her is
worse so she starts crying because shes frustrated. I decide to go to
the toilet and walk around, get the blood flowing. The toilets, are
awful, bad idea, makes me feel claustrophobic and for some weird
reason smells of constipation and marijuana. Anyway we finally arrive
at Taipei and then board the plane to Bangkok, I don't remember that
flight but I remember we have to wait for 2 hours at the Bangkok
airport for the Amsterdam flight. I think this flight went for about
13 hours and so luckily I got to sleep on 3 empty seats lying down,
so I don't remember much.
We get to the Amsterdam airport and the adrenaline is pumping to be
reunited with my one sweet love, Daria, my ultimate flesh and blood my
sweet spongey crevace...Anyway I get to the exit gate with Dad and
find that she's not
there, I start to stress and worry. Dad however is
much worse and starts doing the stressed gallop (where he knocks
everyone over and doesn't stop till he knows that everything has gone
according to his plan) and I slug along behind him, a bit of a
distance growing, if I stay to close he yells at me or pushes me over
with his troll ways. I must say Dutch people are beau-tay-ful!
Everyone is so different but so gorgeous.
We get to customs after much of Dad, sweating, complaining, stressing,
pushing and shoving and news hits that Dasha is there, waiting. I
cannot see her at first because father is in the way and then I see
her, all stress faded, my life at ease, so much to tell her and still
haven't told her but that's ok because at least I'm with her. So we
finally get onto the aeroplane to Paris, and it's not the hollywood
depiction that I expected when we arrive.
We change from Paris to Lisbon and I laugh at customs because Dasha is
forced to take off her boots and wear granny socks (similar to
hairnets). On the plane we get
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Me and the statues this weird food, raw salmon, a
delicious bagette thing, marinated cucumbers which I didn't finish
because it felt like glug and was too bitter for my liking, and then
this amazing delicious tart thing with apple or pineapple, dear lord
I was in love. Dasha and Dad and I were no longer sitting together so
Dasha came up with a second baguette and offered me some and the cute
lady next to me pretended to bite it. She was le french and did
something with health a professional helath something I'm not sure,
probably wrong. Anyway her laugh was contagious and she was very
pretty and organised. She told me the time and I was shy so she told
Dasha recommendations for food to eat in Lisbon. We tried to talk but
we struggled with the language barrier; so I just smiled and laughed
from then on.¬¬
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over 3 weeks!