HMMM ok so heres some more stories, I hope i can tell them ok, i will screw them up most likely but only the people I'm meeting will know so ha. Also i been thinking a lot about what i put on here lately so once again if u are in these stories, and want to clarify or ask questions or comment or anything feel free (like Sarah, Ros, Dom, Scott, Gavin cool peoples) Also the reason i wrote that thing about australians is cuz one night i was just chillin writin in my journal at like 3-4 am and these 2 guys walked in and they had about 3 simple questions. "you pissed?(drunk)" my reply, "no" them "oh u should be" "you get root tonight?(sex)" my reply no, "oh you should man. well good night." I immediately started and laughing.
So These past few weeks i have basically had a crew, a group of different, but cool cats. Some how we just joined together and it all worked out.
(now I'm not gonna pretend i can tell ya everything here but i will share some things that stood out)
The lead man is Dom, he can fly solo, but leads a group pretty damn well too. One night when i was sending off the SOS signal (thats help, cuz i really didn't know what i was doing in a bar) he bought me a fruit cocktail said follow "my lead" and soon i was back to safety. At the time he had another wing man, Dave who was from Seattle(in fact he went to the same high school as Hendrix)
Dave had a fro, and could drink and talk shit with the best of em. He put on some Eric Clapton every night and took down a beer twice his size in a matter of mins. Dave had to go do secret missions in some other land, so he wont be mentioned much anymore. (but he was a good guy, and will be missed)
HMMM also a tall English bloke came along. At first he was a smooth straight arrow fighter. But the enemy knew this and went to great lengths to disrupt his path. Bullets of tram fees, bank mishaps,delayed cash, and towel theft left him struggling in foreign lands. However he didn't much mind being grounded, especially when he could just get a quick shag and sleep at the Radisson (free towels) Later A Canadian swept him off his feet and for a week all we heard was "chemistry this, and love that." Which personally made me feel pretty damn good, (just knowing people are finding love each and every day) but the others were a bit worried with out their tail gunner. For a moment when we changed bases, they thought he was flying in formation but all of a sudden he was shot down, behind enemy lines. For 3 days we searched, high and low. The screams lead us behind dorm room doors, where nudity and torture must surely have been taking place. When he finally returned he was pale, and exhausted, most definitely dehydrated, and we could all tell he had lost weight. She just smiled.
The final pilot to make up the group was a young kiwi, who usually flew out of Scotland. His time table was set, but after a few weeks, and more beer then a man should be able to drink, he was 3 countries behind and had earned the name the pin-ball king. Lets just say Gavin (the guy) had amazed us by wearing women's ski pants and suspenders, shocked us with his shake out suit, (what backpacker has a Suit? Gavin) and horrified, disturbed and made us proud, when he stuck his name tag through his lower region. (is that censored enough?) OK for those of you who don't get that. Gavin had a name tag thing, like a fancy one with a metal pin back, like a button. So one night he stuck the pin through his scrote, and walked out of the bathroom in his suit displaying it like it was no big deal. The bar crowd was amazed. The story has spread all over town. Within a few days all 15 thousand residents will know of Gavin the pin-ball king. man i gotta stop these stories, but i haven't really shared much about Dom yet, Dom is pretty interesting guy. I mean u can sit and listen, watch, learn from him for hours. Just don't spray coke in his face, or eat his ham and cheese. Cuz he may, depending on his mood, destroy your bar. Even if it means he winds up in a Czech jail for the day, even if he has to go through several blood tests to check his alcohol rate and be escorted through the hostel he has been staying at, by 2 armed Czech police officers, while in handcuffs, to pay for another night. Yes Dom is an interesting guy.
See i cant really explain the people i have met and i like that, cuz well then you are open to more, and there for learn more and can respect people more. But stories are good, so there is some stories.
Also I dont think i am a very good writer, but if u want to know more ask when im lookin ya in the eye and can smile and remember and share some of the energy with ya. I think understanding comes easier when face to face.
Pretty soon i may not see any of these cats again. They were good mates. They allowed and respected me for being myself. Its good to know people like that. They may not have been the normal people i would have hung out with at home, but uh well i dunno, Dom would probably go with his Hungarian friends and say "its not all bad" me personally i believe its all good. I got more people to thank and tell ya about but that will come later. Peace and love From me to all yall Hasta luego Taff (none of his was edited to have clarity)
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