We've just taken off. Flight MH something on malaysia airlines to KL. I'm not really sure how long it's going to take, I dont mind tho I need to sleep. I didn't get much sleep last night. I'm going to sleep now, 7:20 to go till we're in KL. Hopefully we get a feed.
Just after touching down and walking through arrivals 1 bloke asked me if I wanted a taxi, I asked how much for a ride to the towers and was soon swarmed by offers of tours from multiple vendors, I ended up politely asking them all to leave me alone.
It only really just hit me that i'm going travelling through different countries, trying to work out how to get the train into the city was difficult, but I guess thats the policeman and police womans own fault for sitting behind a dest with a big information sign infront of them. It was only after i'd committed to conversation that I realised that they were the tiniest least threatening cops i'd seen in my life.
I'm sitting in KL sentral station (Yes they spell sentral with an s) drinking a coffee which is supposed to be some vietnemese blended thing. It's strong and is served in a soup bowl with a handle. I've put 3 sugars in it and its still possibly the most bitter thing thats touched my lips ever, i'm pretty sure u could use it to run a diesel engine. It came with a free muffin tho so that was good, cheap breakfast.
I'm waiting for the tourist info centre to open, so i'm going to sit here drinking free refills, I reckon after two cups of this I probably wont be thinking about sleep for the next 48 hours let alone food.
I reckon i've got until about 3 befor I have to head back to the airport, I'm glad I didn't start walking, the express train ride was 40 minutes in itself. Not really sure what I want to do here, probably try and get up the patronus towers and have a look through a shopping mall.
I'm absolutely shagged. I'm back at KL sentral but i've spent a majority of the last 3 hours on a round trip walking from here to the patronus towers and back.
I started at 9 after grabbing a map from the tourist info centre. The map was horribly inaccurate and had big icons all over representing where things were. I stepped out of sentral station and could easily see KL tower. Which is huge. I figured I could easily just walk towards it but I guessed getting home might be a bit more difficult, so I pulled out my compass, shot a bearing and figured once I got there I could just back track against the bearing. Dispite this it turned out to be easier to follow what on the map was a blue dashed line and then follow the river to the tower. The only problem with this was that the blue dashed line followed a traintrack over a freeway and the 'river' was absolutely vial. Walking along the side of the freeway, the walking path got more and more narrow befor I found buses hurtling past me at 100k's an hour with less then a metre clearance on my left and a 10 m drop off the raised freeway to my right, I was looking forward to getting closer to the river.
Walking along the side of the sewerage drain and stepping over homeless people wasn't fun, although I did get to re-taste the pleasantness of this morning vietnamese concuction multiple times. I followed the drain to the CBD, which stank as well and I walked past china town and the least clean looking food stores i'd seen in my life. On the other side of the CBD I stopped at the Telekom museum as I expected the quality of the toilets to be better then those at the station. I was wrong and found myself squatting over a pit and flushing the toilet with the courtesy hose mounted to the wall.
I then continued onto the tower where at the bottom I found a bunch of yanks waiting for a free taxi that ran up the climb to the bottom of the tower. The climb was less then 300meters and 5 flights of stairs. At the top I was welcomed to a 38 ringgot fee (12AUD) to go to the viewing platform, it was still pretty foggy so I thought w*** it i'm going to the patronus towers. I went the wrong way to these turning a 10 minute walk into a 25 minute loop. The viewing bridge at the patronus towers is free, Which is brilliant yet you need to line up at the start of the day, 6am, to have a chance as they sell out everyday by 8. With my tail between my legs I thought sightseeing was pretty boring anyway, I didn't really expect the view to be anything phenomonal and decided to go do something interesting/stupid instead.
I walked back to China town and on the way stopped to get a drink. A street vendor was selling lemon juice orange juice and a purple drink with jellies in it that I couldn't pronounce. For one ringget I got one of these, it wasn't bad just a little sickly after a few mouthfuls. Once back in the CBD I stopped at the first stall where I felt I could sit without the smell of something rotton invading on my lunch. The vendor gave me what I think was coconut fice and some sort of chicken, this place was pretty average and this was only exassabated by the vendor serving everything up with not utensils but his hands. Regardless I sat down and ate what tasted fantastic and pordered what the crispy furry looking things on my plate were. They tasted great as well and I was pleased to find out later that they were just fried anchovies and not spider legs.
One the walk back it started to rain aswell, which wasn't too bad except the integrity of my started to deteriorate quite rapidly. In an apparent means of spiting me the rain stopped and the clouds parted, I was already drenched in sweat yet it just got preogressively worse.
I walked back along the river and decided to try and avoid the freeway as traffic at midday was much more apparent then It had been three hors earlier. In doing so I ended up walking an extra kilometer on concrete in the sun to get around a massive construction site which isn't on the map while trying to get across to the station.
I sat down here grabbed a 100 Plus minuman isotonik and hurridly necked it's contents. Now i've gotta go buy 35 ringot (12 bucks) to get a ticket back to the station.
I got in last night no problems. After buying my 35 ringot so I could buy my 35 ringot ticket back to the airport I went through imigration and found a spot not too far from the gate but miles away from anything else and lay down for a gonk. This was going fine until a group of Indians decided to have a conference right beside me in an Airport which was practically deserted everywhere else.
The flight was fine, the food was different a heap of malaysian stuff. The 'after dinner mint' for example was just a bag of assorted seeds. It tasted not very nice at all. The movie was no better either. It was a bollywood film about a bunch of young kids trying to make it big in India. I thought the whole thing was just a mockery but it was legit, so melodramatic and overacted.
I got into Delhi at 2130 and cleared/walked through customs without any drama. Fiona was waiting for me which was good, I had no idea what I was going to do if she didn't turn up. We walked out to the taxi rank through the see of taxi drivers being held at bay by the army pers with there AK's slung neatly by there sides and fiona called a cabbie whom she'd payed 1000rupee(35bucks) for a day worth of driving and he picked us up.
I've never seen so much beeping, and the road rules here are non-existant, people dont worry about the dotted lines and if you get the nose of your car in first then you have right of way. The trip to the apartment took 20mins and once inside Fiona showed me around and I sat down with a beer infront of the cricket and got into bed a bit after midnight.
Todays been awesome, I woke up at 0530 feeling pretty average, probably because I hadn't slept for a block longer then 5 hours for almost a week. I was pretty keen to go for a run, but I wasn't sure what I needed to keep on me or about taking a house key or anything like that. So I just lay on thee ground under the fan on a towel on the tiles and did pushups inbetween reading pages in my book
Fiona got the call from Alicia, Tim's carer, at 0830 saying they were shifting him to the new clinic at 0900 so we grabbed our stuff and Fiona, Marie and myself went in to see Tim. Once we got there we found out that they were actually shifting him at 0930 so we stayed there and Fiona showed me around the clinic a little bit. We shifted Tim to the new clinic at 930, theres no disabled taxis over here so we had to get Tim in the front seat and throw his wheel chair in the boot. We spent the rest of the morning hanging around the clinic, lounging around chatting and I even had a bit of a kip while we waited for tim to be taken in for his treatment.
At 1230 Tim got taken in for his treatment and I was getting a little restless, I was in a foreign coutry I didn't want to spend the whole day inside. So I decided to get out of there, I invited Marie along and fiona pretty much bullied her into coming with me. She's been in country for a month but hasn't wanted to go out of the clinic, fair enough I guess, the whole place is very in your face and for a 19 year old girl I guess it would be pretty confronting.
We jumped in a Tuk Tuk and headed towards kanought square, a marketplace in the centre of Delhi. Here I was just about to mention to Marie how I felt naked with out a back pack on when a vendor came up to us with about 10 backpacks and travel bags on each arm trying to flog them off to us. We walked round for a bit and I was starting to get a little hungry and street vendor was selling these burger things so I grabbed one for each Marie and I. She just looked at it. She'd been here for a month and hadn't been game to try the stuff off the streets. The burgers weren't bad, the bread roll was fresh, the green lettuce like stuff was crisp and the meat, I have no idea what type it is, wasn't bad.
We were then trying to find a bar when a bloke came up to us trying to sell us postcards, he spoke pretty good english so I tried to find out from him where a back packers was, he took us down this back alley to where he knew a travel agent, Marie was starting to look fairly worried. We ended up in a tuk tuk where the bloke told me all about the Australian cricket team on the way to a restaurant on the other side of town, the ride only cost us like 30R, 1Aud. The only catch was he spent the whole time trying to sell us various tours around Delhi, I wasn't interested so we pretty much just bailed on him at the Restaurant. The Restaurant was pretty nice, it was cool and full of tourists, so we sat down and had a drink. The beer tasted fantastic and Marie started to relax a little.
We then decided to try and head to New Delhi station as I'd read that there was a few back packers near there and a couple of bars A couple of Tuk Tuks pulled over and I was trying to bargain them down, I then realised how pathetic I was being over the equivelent of 30aussie cents, every tuk tuk ride I took yesterday wasn't much more then what i'd usually tip the taxi's back home. We got to the station and didn't have much luck at all. We ended up in another Tuk Tuk heading back towards kanought square to another travel agency.
We were shown to a room and I explained that we wanted to find a back packers bar, after trying to sell us yet more tours I finally got out of him a bar near where we were staying and near Tims clinic, but more importantly I got out of him a map.
We jumped in yet another tuk tuk and headed to an area called......... The first bar we checked out there was up a narrow flight of stairs. It was called mannequin. They were offering two for one, or what they called one for one, king fisher pints for 200R I could of sworn that i'd read somewhere that you could buy beer for 6R, I dunno where I thought I read that. So we checked out another bar and it was more expensive and no two for 1 so we ended up back at mannequin. It funny this bar is named this and it has a heap of mannequins around the enge. Except the mannequins aren't in your classic david jones or myer stance yet there were all situated at a pole each in there own quite elaborate pole dancing pose. I dunno if i'd be taking my friends younger sister to that bar after dark thats for sure.
We had a couple of beers there and headed back to the clinic as it was nearly 6 oclcock. Once there marie pretty much fell straight asleep so Fiona and I went to check on Alicia and to see what the girls were doing back at the appartment. Back at the appartment we were greeted by a fantatic aroma. The girls had cooked past for us. There was no beef in it of course but it tasted fantastic. So we packed up all the dinner and headed back to the clinic to eat there. We also got changed as we were planing on going out that night, addy had on this gorgeous dress, I was struggling to take my eyes off it.
After dinner the girls decided that they needed to go and get cigarettes, which totally detracted from the beauty of the dress. So I let them go do that and stayed with Tim. The doctor came in to give tim another dose of the stem cells. I dunno what I was expecting but the clear viscous liquid wasn't it. Regardless the doctor still managed to inject a good 3 or 4 syringes full of it directly into Tim's spine.
Soon the girls returned and the 4 of us decided to try and find a bar. I had been right about the bars near New Delhi station so we headed there. The 4 of us squeezed into the back of a tuk tuk, which had an adverse affect on the amount we sweated on the way which was a great start.
We got to the centre of the main bazaar and set off, negotiating all the cows that were just cruising around free rign, to find a bar, we found one on the top of a building overlooking the main market place and found a table. We sat there and chatted idly yet I think were were all feeling pretty flat and it was addy and ally's last night together so I think they were a bit bummed out about that.
Just befor mid night we left/ got kicked out and jumped in a tuk tuk and came home. We sat around drinking a couple more beers watching average TV.
The Tuk Tuks are an absolute experience around here. And there are definitely a few stories worth mentioning
One driver thought he was capable to negotiate a 5 tuk tuk wide round about while texting on his phone, I asked him if it was his wife and he said "no no, its my girlfriend. He then looked up in the mirror and asked if myself and marie were boyfriend and Girlfriend. I laughed and said " no no, just friends" he commented on her saying that she was very beautiful and at this point marie bacame quite red. I said "Yes you are right, and she's also for sale, would you like to buy her?" as apparently thats the done thing over here. He just laughed and I said i'd swap her for his tuk tuk. So I left Marie on the side of the road with the stranger and off I went in the tuk tuk... Not really.
Another driver when I asked him road we were on snatched the map out of my hands and despite the fact that we were in the middle of a highway just let go of the handle bars and started pointing to the map. I politly snatched the map back and asked him to hold the wheel.
Hit a cyclist.
At one point we were going around a round about and the driver was taking a bit of a race line, this meant that on exiting the round about that a cyclist who was beside us ended up bouncing off the side of the tuk tuk. Luckily though he didn't fall off and lived to ride another day.
I want a turn
I really want to have a drive. I reckon if I offer 500R for a 30R trip they might let me. I'll see how I go.
4 Aug 09
I am absolutely shagged. I woke up this morning at 700, which was a bit of a pain considering I got to bed at 2am, and decided to go for a run. That was a bad idea. I left at 0730 took the house key and left a note telling Fiona that if I wasn't back by 0830 to start checking the local rags for my portrait. As the daily papers carry pictures of unknown Dead people for live people to identify. I left feeling good in my Geelong Footy Jumper with my head phones in. People stare normally at a 6 foot 4 white guy running through there neighbourhood so running just made them stare harder. I'd pass school kids and they'de mostly laugh at me. I dont care who you are when 20-30 school girls are all laughing at you regardless of your age the ego takes a bit of a hit.
I ran out of the back streets of mayfair gardens convinced I kknew my way around and headed up the main road. There's heaps of road works going on so when I wasn't running on 12inch wide path on the side of the road I was runningg down back alleys and along the side of filthy natural aquaducts, (Creek is to glorious a word for these disgusting sess pools). At one point I darted through a small archway and all of a sudden I was in the middle of a school hallway, I turned around pretty quickly and negotiated that obstacle along a different route.
The scariest thing about this run was I was running beside an pedestrian overpass at one point that a few local homeless people were using as shelter and at one point I looked down and less then a foot away from where my foot had landed a baby was just laying camoflaged into the ground smiling. I dont think it would have been smiling if it had of realised how close it came to being between my foot and the pavement.
I wanted to run 10 k's which usually takes me a bit under 50 minutes, but at 20 minutes I was starting to feel pretty average so I turned around. About a k later I was feeling not very well at all so I stopped to walk for I bit. This only made me feel worse as any modicum of evaporative cooling I had going for me vanished and I started to feel sicker and my head started feeling pretty light, I gave my muscles a rest as my stomach became worse, I should have eaten something before I left, and then set off again. Thankfully I got my second wind and although my legs were screaming at me and I was sweating profusely my stomach started to get its act together and it wasn't too bad. The only problem was that my hands were covered in dirt that had been kicked up from the streets so I was unable to wipe my brow so I just had to let the sweat drip down my face.
I found the turnoff for the main road and ran down it and decided to take a shortcut through the market. I knew there were 2 ways back to the appartment and wanted to go a different way home. I got hopelessly lost and ended up funning around a big red brick building almost identicle to a building next to the one we were in. I knew I was in the right area coz I was right beside a massive police station which is right near our block but I couldn't find where I was supposed to be going.
I took off my shoe and pulled out the 100Rupea and the address to the appartment out from under the sole of my shoe and tried to find some one who spoke english. From now on i'm definitely going to learn "how do I get to......." and "how much for........" in the local language from the guide books.
I finally found a driver who new where mayfair gardens was, he knew I was in a bad way and I ended up paying a tuk tuk 70R to drive me the 500 m back to the appartment.
When I got back here I was very lucky that fiona wasn't up, it was pretty close to when I said i'd be back by and she would have been fretting.
I had an awesome lunch today. All the other girls stayed at home and Fiona and I went to find a place called Naïve Dyam in Hauz Khas villiage. Fiona thought she knew where it was. She took us to the totally wrong spot so we jumped in a tuk tuk and they took us to the right spot. The restaurant was fantastic. Even though they've been here for a month it was the first time that Fiona had been to a proper Indian restaurant. We were sitting there looking at the menu, it was in english but we still didn't have a clue what was going on. A guy beside us leant over and in English far better then my own offered us some assistance.
We ended up getting a Maharaja Thali each. It was an assortment of breads and there was about 10 small bowls on a large plate. Each bowl had a different sauce or salad thing in it. The meal wwas fantastic and we had an awesome juice with it. I was extremely full by the end and tehre was no hope for sweats
After that which cost fiona 500R, 13aud, we were walking though the villiage and we ended up in a mughul palice, it was quite tun down but the whole area was really clean it was really beautiful.
Yesterday arvo we just chilled at the hospital, we ordered some food and at about 1600 a couple of the other quads and there carers came into tims room and we had a bit of a social arvo.. The two other quads seem to be at the same stage of there treatment as tim, 1 month into a 3 month stay. One of the girls, a yank from LA, can now wriggle her toes. Its going really well for tim aswell. Last night I was talking to alicia, Tim's carer, and she was saying that it's going much better then Tim is letting on, he's even starting to move his legs.
Yesterday Alicia suggested we go and get a hooker, I was slightly confused as she was also forming an hour glass shape with her hands. Yet although I interpretted it as hooker she actually meant Hookhar, a local version of a shisha. So at about 6 Alicia and I grabbed a tuk tuk and headed to Pria shopping centre. Here she took me to a bar she'd been wanting to try. Once inside the waiter showed us to the upstairs area where all the shisha's were. This place was tiny, and I dont mean as in the floor plan I mean I couldn't stand up straight as the room would have only been maybe 6foot 2inches high. We sat at a table and the menu's were brought to us. This was the biggest menu i'd seen in my life, it did not make choosing the food easy.
I ended up asking the waiter to recommend some food for me, we ordered a couple of beers and a shisha, neither of us knew how to use it so we were trying to watch all the locals around us. This actually turned out to be quite unnecassary as everything was prepped for us and all we needed to do was suck on the hose.
The beers came out and they weren't very cold, but we got over it pretty quickly as the hookhah soon followed. Half staring at the thing half wondering what the hell to do I put the hose to my mouth and inhaled. I wasn't sure if it was working as I was expecting it to taste like when a smoker exhales in your face. Being ultra pedantic and careful I then exhaled as thick white apple flavoured smoke came from my mouth nose and probably ears too. Finally relaxing, a bad idea, a broke into a coughing fit much to Alicia's amusement.
The dinner came out which was great, the waiter had chosen well. I had a touk shish, garlic chicken, and Alicia had a lamb rack. Not very indian I know but all the food was greek lebanese and Turkish. Once we'de finished our beer food and stuffing smoke down our lungs we moved on.
We walked around the corner to a TGI fridays. In here we sat down and a couple approached us straight away. The girl explained that she was from France and that her friend was from somewhere else and that they'de made a bet on where we were from. The bloke thought we were russian, yet he changed his opinion pretty quickly when I opened my mouth. She had won that bet. I then ordered a beer, Fosters was on tap. It seems that the only place that serves fosters is anywhere but Australia and i'd never tasted our 'national beer' I ordered 2 bottles which turned out to be long necks and we sat at the bar and finished those before heading back to drop Alicia at the clinic.
Todays been mixed. This morning was awesome and this afternoon was not quite so good.
This morning I woke up bright and early again at 6, I packed and was out the door at 0730. The streets were much quieter this morning then they were yesterday. Its brother sister day and its a public holiday. Brother sister day entails the girls giving there brothers or friends a red rope bracelet annd in return the brother has to pledge to look after the girl and give her a gift. This afternoon on the way home some begger kids were selling flowers so I bought some for each Fiona, Marie and Alicia. The flowers were average but that didn't matter, girls are way too easily smitten by a smmall bunch of flowers.
After finally finding a tuk tuk and eventually getting through to him that I wanted to goto lahore gate at Red fort we took off. We drove through the centre of Delhi and into old delhi. We then drove straight past what I assumed was Lahore gate as it was the only 50m high gate on a kilometre long 38m high red wall in the area, and through to Old delhi station. I got out and straight away realised I was in the wrong area and asked a bloke on a rickshaw to take me to lahore gate. The rickshaw is a pedal powered 3 wheel taxi. I felt so lazy taking this thing as the bloke would stand up and pull himself down on every pedal and get off and push on the up hill.
He in turn took me in the wrong direction despite assuring me that he knew where he was going. I was following our path on the map in the lonely planet and once we were off it started to worry abit. He dropped me at an intersection and told me it was lahore gate. I just went with it and started walking in the direction I thought lahore gate was at. I eventually found an intersection in the shape of one on the map as there was no street signs. Luckily I was at the end of the main drag of Old delhi and i'd wanted to walk down it anyway.
This street was full of interesting things there were a few monkeys running around, I tried to avoid there rabie tongues and crossed the road. I also stopped at one place that was selling these pastry things I lined up/joined the group of people pushing in. Every one else was throwing receipts at the guy and when I finally got to the front I told the guy what I wanted and he wrote it down on a piece of paper gave it back to me and turned to the next person in the group. I just looked around and as I was at the front people were pretty keen for me to move. People started yelling and pointing to a counter beside the shop. Turns out you pay at this counter and present your reciept to get your food. Eventually I got my couple of mince filled pastries aand my cheese thingy. They weren't bad the latter pie that I ate had a fair bit of bite and I could taste it for hours.
Not long after finishing my food a begging child and what I assumed was his father approached me. He had a heap of scarfs on and was holding a dish out in one hand and his other hand was turned upright just below my eye level holding one of his scarfs. He wouldn't let me past and on refusing to give him money for the 10th time I realised that what he was holding wasn't a scarf but that he was holding a snake up less then a foot from my face. It scared the bajebus out of me and I pushed past him and moved on at double speed.
I finally got to Lahore gate, named so as its the gate on the lahore side of red fort. About 200 m from the gate is the first screening area. I walked through a gate and was frisked by a soldier,
After leaving my bag in a locker room and buying my ticket I went inside the fort. There were soldiers everywhere with there rifles slung and many sandbag posted were manned also. It wasn't until I was through the screening point that I realised how much firepower was pointed at me from the many machine guns. I was soon approached by a man offering a tour, he had all the accreditation so I went with it. He was really good 150R for a 40 minute tour. The fort was fantastic and was built by the same bloke who built the Taj Mahal. He had 3 wives one muslim, one hindu and one christian. He encoouraged freedom of worship and the fort is full of mixed symbols from all the different religions.
After leaving the fort I headed down some back streets looking for a the _______ mosque, it's court yard can hold 25000 people. I found it but was soon approached by a man who explained that my shorts and singlet just wouldn't cut the long sleeved policy in the mosque. He the proceeded to drap me down the dirtiest most narrow set of market shop alley thing i'd ever been down to a store that tried to sell me a full muslim garb for 400R. I didn't rally feel comfortable walking into the mosque as a westerner posing rediculously as a muslim so I just let it go. Ther'll be better mosque's in Turkey anyway.
I left there and decidded to walk the 1.5k's to Delhi gate. It was a let down so I caught a tuk tuk to the top of the park above the India gate. This war memorial is much more impressive and the 2.5 k walk through the park to it was quite nice. I was feeling pretty dehydrated and i'm a bit sunburnt from that walk so I headed back to the clinic.
Tim had to stay there for at least another 2 hours yet I had to go as Fiona had booked a full body massage that she didn't want and said that I could have.. Alicia was telling me about the massage she'd had and explained that i'd have two Girls working on me. I laughed and commented "good, i've always wanted to try that anyway" This came back to bite me as I was not only greeted by 2 blokes but one of them looked like he was about 14.
I walked into the room and they gave me the loin cloth I had to wear. It was the shape of about 2 feet of toilet paper with a string. With these two men standing less then 3 feet away from me I stripped down while they kept there eyes firmly on me. As soon as i'd dropped my strides the boy proceeded to grap the cloth thing tie it round my waist and tuck it through my legs and into the string at my back.
It started with a head massage and at first I could only laugh at how different this was turning out to be. But as the massage went on and it became more and more... intimate I started getting uneasy. By the end of the 2.5 hour of two blokes rubbing there hands all over me with the body massage slash facial thing I was feeling sick to my stomach and left fairly quickly..
After that I jumped in a tuk tuk and headed back to the appartment to grab my pack. On the way while still half in a stage of minor panic a grabbed some money out to pay for the ride. Since then i've been unable to find my atm card and I guess I dropped it. Great start to the trip.
I gave the tuk tuk driver some extra cash to wait and grabbed my pack and headed back to the cliinic to see tim off. Unfortunately he's having trouble standing up so he was still at the hospital. I didn't get to see him off but I grabbed a cab and headed to the airport. That all went well, except for me realising that i'd lost my debit card and the exchange counters not taking credit card. Luckily I was saved by the 50 USD I kept in my shoe and i'll be able to grab some Dubai coin when I land.
Walking into the plane was a crack up. Because of the Humidity there was a dense smoke coming out of all the AC vents on the room and above the seats. It looked like the plane was on fire. Taking off sure didn't fill me with confidence either. As the engine reved up something above me started resonating violenty. This continued for the climb changing pitch as the angle of inclination varied. As well as this stortly after leaving the ground the whole plane started shuddering violently for aboout 6 seconds. I was pretty sure wings were going to fall off. Luckily they didn't and i've been able to sit here eating some bad salted 'mathi' wannabe peanuts and drink my heinekin while laughing at the bloke beside me who tried to pour his into a glass yet ending up with less then 2cm at the bottom that wasn't froth.
I'm sitting here looking at my meal through my teary eyes and massively salivating mouth. The lone green string bean on the top of my mean was not a bean but a small green chilly. I HURTS SO MUCH!!