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25 September 2010

10 Days By The Sea, On The Sea Or In The Sea (kinda drowning) -DoSu'10

So far, we'd proven we could survive (each other) in metropolitan areas, slow life valley towns and on mountaintops, surrounded by tourists, monks and quite possibly the holy Ghost. It was about time we tested our limits in an aquatic environment. We spent 5 days in my cottage in northern Peloponnese and 5 days on an aegean island, Kos.



During these last days in Greece, the following took place:

  • We boarded airplanes, sailboats, buses and taxis, but more importantly got to drive The Shitbucket and The Holy Shitcan. The Shitbucket, also known as THE BONER, was a car -we rented- which achieved instant notoriety of epic proportions since to put it in reverse one had to caress the stick with genuine kindness. I was generally speaking more successful in doing this, but the sad truth was, that mechanic lecher basically wanted a handjob to work and didn't much discriminate based on gender.
-> me driving The Shitbucket and being debaucherous
->The Holy Shitcan, was a dune buggy we drove anywhere but on the beach. It required extra manliness to turn the steering wheel (possibly accompanied by tenor solos of ROARRR or ARRGGGHS, which soon turned to soprano due to desperation and total defeat: 1:05, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QR7TOwrb6wo). The gas stunk to high heavens too, yet we took that as a sign proving that we actually were cooler than 4 year olds driving a pedal car.
  • We obviously started aspiring sanctification since we made the mutual decision to quit smoking (we had already intended not to drink). The result of this lost cause was finally smoking three packs and drinking 7 or 8 alcoholic drinks each, in one night. It was a personal record and from what I can tell I didn't get hitched to anyone.

  • Another result of the previously mentioned night was me becoming the bar whore and my comrade the gay pole dancing stripper (watch August 13nth video post).

<- we both had to compete against this guy.

  • It soon became a "son, that's routine" fact that we would receive standing ovations for our ~Autistic Divas~ dance style. Together, we brought parties back from the dead and were rewarded with booze on the house.

  • We adopted Rupert the smoking sponge after a visit to a sponge factory.

-> Rupert SS, (the Smoking Sponge).
  • We played board games in the dead of night and accused each other of outrageous cheating when we lost.

  • I started teaching some basics of the Greek language to the American douchebag thinking he'd fail miserably and I could go MWAHAHA on his ass. Like most things in life, that plan backfired and he proved to be a particularly apt pupil.

  • We took a cruise to three small islands and annoyed sea life by either snorkeling or diving from boats. We were also holding hands for the Titanic effect.

  • Come think about it we generally speaking were holding hands all the time and didn't end up puking on each other.

  • We also watched a shitload of sunrises and sunsets together, perhaps anticipating the big surprise. In the end it wasn't so much that we were watching the sun's movements everyday, but that the sun found us sitting side by side every morning and every night.



To be continued...

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