Last minute preparation,
There we go
again, steaming cup of Java to wake up in freezing Amsterdam and getting
ready to eave good old Mokum, leaving behind that darned cold I have
come to hate so much....
Money and passport in my money bag
strapped to my waist underneath a clean pair of underwear, sone-opne
wants to get their hands on that stuff I have got to notice it, the
papery necessaries of this trip being so close to my most private parts...
A new pair of jeans courtesy of Rob, probably stolen but whatever, the
bloke has got his next ten Euro - on top of the twenty I normally allow
him to borrow each month - a new pair of blue jeans he claimed he got
from his Mom who had Pas De Temp to come to Amsterdam to bring to
D'Argent on top of his cherished Uitkering - his dole you know - Lets
hope he will no forget my thirty doomed Euro two months from now but
thanks anyway for the blue jeans wherever you got them from, price tag
still attasched...
Better would have been my dough had gotten
to these poor creatures of the pattaya nightlife, the Isan Hot mommas as
I usually refer to them, after all ten doomed Euro are still worth
something in far away Thailand...
Yeah, 13.30 h this afternoon I
will be on my way to Farawayistan, where the climate is pleasant, the
beer cold to the touch, the ladies beautifull and kind and the food
palatable tp put it mildly, no more crappers from the Amsterdam streets
and their constant pestering me for money...and lets no forget to remove
that stupid price tag from my new blue jeans before passing through
Schiphol Airport passport control.
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