Wednesday, March 26, 2014
My last post (Not the Last Post) from my old blog
Yemen-
As this is my last
rotation Yemen I thought I would look back to see if I could figure out some
key numbers or at least here are some estimates:
The numbers:
7.8 –
Years that I spent in Yemen
47-Rotations to
Yemen
2 - B2B’s (Back to
Backs)
2 – B2B’s with Belgian
Roots
0 - How many people I knew
with Belgian roots before Marty and Dan
9 - Direct Bosses
4 - Places stayed with
Nexen Ops in Yemen
1 – Time pissed drunk in
Dubai
2 - Times pissed drunk in
Yemen
60+ - Countries
visited
7 - Continents
visited
1 – Time that I quit and
worked in Cuba
3 - Months I worked in
Cuba
20 – Hours a day I worked
in Cuba
1 – Time I took a flying
leap and landed on Bill Davis’s back
523+++ - Places
visited
2 - Weddings
attended
(Cameroon and Philippines)
2 – Previous times I said
goodbye
188 - Flights taken
1 - Time I was
nervous
5 - Airbus 380
flights
101 - Airports seen
1 - Times I thought I
might die
5 - Times I slept in an
airport
757,000 - Km’s
flown
98 - Hostels stayed
in
2 - Times I met up with
Eric
3 - Times I met up with
Ed
6 - Times I met up with
Denise
3 - Times I met up with
Jack
1mm++ -Air miles
earned
1 - Foreign properties
purchased
3 - Contemplated foreign
properties
3 - Promotions with
Nexen
3 - Terrorist’s
attacks
1 - Gut wrenching food
poisoning
2 - Travel bugs (the
kind the live in your intestine)
1 - Monkey roughing up Ed
4- Back packs worn
out
1 – Times that I was
mugged, peppered sprayed and beat up
4650 – Pictures on my
travel blog
165 – Stories on my travel
blog
100% - the time that I
enjoyed my job, experience and working with Yemenis (and all the other
expats)
100% Bull shit per above
Millions - Of Ladies Loves
Sunday, March 23, 2014
May you be in Heaven…
When the Irish Pub is closed on March 17th it is a sign from God that I should not be drinking but I don’t believe in God and there was another pub around the corner.
Actually, with the Nicaraguans we ended up in the German bar with American jazz music but still managed to make a go of it. I made the paper once again, details are sketchy but I think I went on a rant about getting the Chinese out of Tibet.
Not a SPD for the ages but still a good time.
Friday, March 14, 2014
While killing time in the Vienna airport I thought it would be a good time to talk about my last trip to Nicaragua. Baseball to Nicaragua is what hockey is to Canada but we are better at hockey then they are are baseball but that really doesn't matter for the purpose of these story.
It was the final of the Sr. Men's division with the local city in the final taking on big, bad and better funded Managua. Better funded meaning they are not using homemade bats like Fred Flintstone. Rivas, if you really want to get involved in this story was up 2-1 and another home game. There was about 15 of us want and we paid the scalper prices of 5.00 USD which is highway robbery but we got it.
So much noise, chaos but in a fun sort of way. I was the designated driver and thus the designated bore. But the game was great, a complete blow out by Rivas and a final score of 17-3. Almost everyone I went with was drunk. One of the things I like about baseball in Nicaragua is that instead of hotdogs they serve cerviche.
So with everyone else drunk I was keeping track of everything that was spilt on me. It included but is not limited to
beer
water
pop
cerviche
baby barf
blood
catsup (why the hell is it spelled like that)
candy,
ice (but that is really water)
The next Rivas won again and won the championship for the first time in 33 years.
It was the final of the Sr. Men's division with the local city in the final taking on big, bad and better funded Managua. Better funded meaning they are not using homemade bats like Fred Flintstone. Rivas, if you really want to get involved in this story was up 2-1 and another home game. There was about 15 of us want and we paid the scalper prices of 5.00 USD which is highway robbery but we got it.
So much noise, chaos but in a fun sort of way. I was the designated driver and thus the designated bore. But the game was great, a complete blow out by Rivas and a final score of 17-3. Almost everyone I went with was drunk. One of the things I like about baseball in Nicaragua is that instead of hotdogs they serve cerviche.
So with everyone else drunk I was keeping track of everything that was spilt on me. It included but is not limited to
beer
water
pop
cerviche
baby barf
blood
catsup (why the hell is it spelled like that)
candy,
ice (but that is really water)
The next Rivas won again and won the championship for the first time in 33 years.
So mystic and soulful.
Of Vienna's 1.8 million people and its current visitors I am the only one that does not smoke. A very regal city that gave birth to the Waltz, S&M, and the chain smoker.
I think this is my third time here and it is only an overnight for a connecting flight but I did go downtown. But downtown is about 8000 miles from the airport so I basically took a train to Japan and back for the sake of a beer.
I don't drink coffee because I don't like the taste or the smell which I think is a pretty good reason. Now I can add a third reason. I can't afford it, fecks sake. It cost more than a college education here.
But Vienna in all of its splendid glory is a grand city but I can't blog anymore, I need to remove the barbwire from my....
Onward,
I think this is my third time here and it is only an overnight for a connecting flight but I did go downtown. But downtown is about 8000 miles from the airport so I basically took a train to Japan and back for the sake of a beer.
I don't drink coffee because I don't like the taste or the smell which I think is a pretty good reason. Now I can add a third reason. I can't afford it, fecks sake. It cost more than a college education here.
But Vienna in all of its splendid glory is a grand city but I can't blog anymore, I need to remove the barbwire from my....
Onward,
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