Wednesday, August 13, 2008

poor freedom

Had 3RM and Dove around last night, in my snot-filled state. Haven't seen them both in a little while and, being my two most intense friends, it's always a level of conversation that amuses me.

Dove was totally freaked out by the Greyhound Head Lopping. Dove has been on the story, Googling it to pieces, since its gruesome inception. And as a result can't sleep, because she keeps on having mares about a dude with a scythe in her bedroom.

But we also spoke about the times in our lives where we were so poor and free and how at the time it sucked donkey dick, but looking back it was voted as one of the best times of our lives.

The only time I recall being bankrupt and happy though, was when I was backpacking around Europe.

The times where:
1)It was too much to pay a euro to pee in a public street cubicle.

2)And we lost our tent and had to rent a piece of grass to sleep on.

3)Or the time we had to share with a deaf dude because we couldn't afford a whole room to ourselves, and he locked us out, and fell asleep....still deaf...and unwoken by our calls/futile bashing down of door.

4)Or when we kipped with a whole lot of Romanian refugees in the port of Livorno.

5)Or when a dry piece of baguette was a staple meal.

And how, none years on, we'd probably, as prime twentysomethings, never voluntarily – God willing - let ourselves slip into that anarchy again.

Sure, we'll travel (and fucking plentifully I hope), and we might run out of money. But, isn't that now why I have a credit card?

And maybe I wouldn't choose to pee in a street cubicle, because I wouldn't be waiting for the cheap train to Aix en Provence; I have an alarm clock on my Blackberry and I'd sleep in a bed until the train convenienced me.

Or maybe I'd leave all that stuff at home and do it like I was 18 again.

Of course, the reason why we were so short of cash on that trip is because we thought buying Italian leather jackets in 35 degree heat in Florence at the beginning of the trip would be a good idea.

Which makes me panic, I have to sort out my fucking budgets for Greece. Have to be sensible now.

And the bloody Schengen visa. Two words:
1)Ball; and
2)Ache.

18 comments:

kyknoord said...

You need to eat something before you start bombing your stomach with Corenza.

Peas on Toast said...

Kyk - oh no, not you too :)

Miss T said...

And thoses visa's are just getting more and more difficult to get. I have an EU passport but the fact it was issued in SA still confuses some ppl

Peas on Toast said...

Miss T - oh gaddd, I'm dreading it. I'm hoping that my Belgian Schengen Visa that is still in my passport convinces them that they should give me a Greek one with no further hassles.

I hate having a Green Mamba sometimes :(

PS: With an EU passport you shouldn't need a Schengen though, surely?

Idle Layabout said...
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The Divine Miss M said...

Aaah you poor sucker and your shengan

*loftily waves her British Passport around in front of your face*

idlelayabout said...

You "lost your tent"? I'm with Kyk on this point, stay away from the Ouzo.

Miss T said...

nope...no visa required *phew*. Just see how tough it is for mates on the green one. At dublin airport you just wave it at the guy and he waves you through. Sometimes I don't even have to open it.

Agree with Idlelayabout: OUZO BAD

Peas on Toast said...

Miss M - Bite me :)

Idle - I spent a week in Greece on that trip. And after a week of ouzo, I EVEN remember SOME of it :)

Miss T - ah yes. One of the few places (Dublin) that I didn't need a visa. Ha! :)

The Divine Miss M said...

Mmmmhhh - tastes like chicken

Peas on Toast said...

Miss M - Don't eat your passport! ;)
Eat mine!

The Divine Miss M said...

SA passports don't taste as nice as British ones ;)

Actually my Canadian one is pretty tasty too!

Peas on Toast said...

Oh bloody hell. You're one of those dual Overseas Passport Platinum Holders.

You should SEE the pile of papers I have had to go through to apply for this fucking Schengen visa.

Beeyutch. ;)

The Divine Miss M said...

Wahahahahahhahah

ps - I have 3; South African, Canadian and British

Peas on Toast said...

Dude, I hate you so much right now.

You know, that love you long time, but hate your Premium Passport Status long time...

The Divine Miss M said...

*teehee*

po said...

OMG good luck for your Schengen Peas, I just had a nightmare with mine, got refused, had to cancel everything they make you book in advance, lost loads of money etc. I never got a reason why, but she seemed to imply that if you are unmarried or gay you cannot go to Europe. She thought I was gay because I was unmarried. WHATEVER.

Peas on Toast said...

Po - I actually read about your nightmare on your blog dude, and started to have a proper panic.

I'm hoping because I'm going mainly for business and all that, it will be easier. I fucking hope so - your story made me panic properly! Crazy stuff.