Saturday, April 14, 2007

PKRA Speed: Port Saint Louis Day 3

08 :30 The door burst open. Lighty looking like the undead, walks into the room to grab a toothbrush and toothpaste. He smells like death itself. He brsuhes his teeth and walks out ! A million questions go through my mind. Where were you how did you get here ? How can you walk after all you drank last night etc etc….. I walk out and find alex’s mother in the kitchen staring after lighty walking down the road … she shakes her head and says somethig in franch i can only inerpret to be « freaking loon » … haha ! I have a shower and cruise don to the beach with alex’s dad, alex seemed to have reached hoem just before lighty and couldnt move, he was still in bed. I get to the beach.No wind. Again. I then proceed to have a cup of tea with english water with the english… ian, joanne, nigel, dave etc.. i twas really good. I was fragile. But my state was nothing compared to many others. Most of the competion field did not arrive until late the afternoon. I spent the day hibernation in ian and daves vans. Sam and i watched heroes. For sure the best tv series ever made. We were just starting to discover who sylar was when we moved on to the next partY ! Finally the moles had got of their holes. All the dead guys were back and dressed up and made pretty, i was quite amazed really. The party started with some drumming by momo and a couple of the locals. It was really good. Then slowly as time past the faders faded and what was left was Sebastien Acttelan in full force. Someone found a blow up doll. We named her tania, she comes form russia and she wants to f u. Then someone foud red bull, smuggled into France by someone ( red bu lis illegal in France because it contains taurine, i recon its good, because the french are already hyper enough without it, think seb, think david garrel etc) 
The party is a a kite bar called « mosquito’s paradise » im not sure because y, because of teh people sucking the life out of eachotehr or the actual mosuitos around the corner ?? Then seb found a white marker. Then some serious WWE wrestling took place between those who what to draw on other and those who do not want to be drawn on. After a few head butts and pinches i was the last person with the marker. I then grabbed an oak by the ear who didnt have a shirt on and drew a mermaid on his back ! Then we were all dancing ! One of alex’s mates, who kind of looks like a shark( has a sharp pointy nose and jagged teeth) tries to suck my neck. Withing a few seconds i headbutted him like i have never headbutted anyone before. I had had a conversation with him earlier in the night and clearly stated that i was not interested , but it seems in France you have to pick someone or deal with the challengees. If you say no they try harder apparently. But this guy was pretty shocked. His mates were laughing so hard. I felt a bit bad coz he disapeared. But then……lo and behold he comes back with a carbon kiteboarding helmet strapped to his head. Im stressing a bit not and i call onto my super african instincts. I didnt grow up in africa for nothing. As he comes in to headbutt me i grab his head with both hands.he stops moving forward . i unclip i trip it off his head and run around the dancefloor, while doing this i fix the weapon to my head. He grabs my arm , i turn around and hit bullseye at the same time he kinda shakes his head, a bit dazed.. and his cheek swells up. Oh *** now im in trouble. He throws his beer out on me and walks off while i am cheered on by the ret of the spectators, my victim turns around and asks me ‘what do i tell my girlfriend ?’ – i laugh.. he has a girlfriend… im like ‘ dont try and cheat on her again u idiot’, especially not with someone who is not interested’ his mates go off again ! From then i am called Sjoukje the savage and a few of alex ‘s mates make little tiger growls every time i walk past. I did upset quite a few people because this is not how things are done in southern France… but hey im 18 and im travelling alone i have to look out for myself…. That was prety much the end … went home a bit later and slept very very well once again….

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