Trip events

Well, the long weekend is over and I am back from Åland. It was an eventful trip. I am a bit bummed about missing the Riehaan.nu-foam party this saturday though but what can you do.

We started driving towards Åbo on thursday morning at 3:30 AM. I had gone to bed at 1 and had slept no more than an hour. Martin, who was driving, had slept an equally short amount of time. Macko and Kia had gone earlier during the week so it was me, martin jens and carolina. The drive down went smoothly, me and martin chatted about random stuff while jens and carolina were sleeping in the backseat. But by the time we boarded the farry both me and martin were pretty spent.

After an all too long sea voyage we drove off the farry into Mariehamn at around three o’clock. We met up with marcus and kia, bought some food at a local super market and drove off to marcus’ grandparents’ house where we were supposed to spend the night. After eating there was talk about going on a boat ride to see…something. But me and martin stayed behind and slept for a few hours.
After the rest returned we went for a sauna and shower, after which there was nothing really left but going to bed.

Me and martin were FORCED to sleep on the second floor of the main house while the rest slept in a small cottage not far from the house. Carolina claimed that she was unable to sleep in the main house because of allergies. Marcus had tried to make the alternative more tempting by mentioning that there was a tv-set there. He failed to mention that it didn’t work. So both me and martin woke up at the crack of dawn when the oldies downstairs started making noise and shouting about hammers and shit. We had also been unable to work out where the shitter was during the evening so none of us had taken a dump yet.

The four others had decided to go shopping to Stockholm so it was just me and martin who set off for the hotel in mariehamn. It took a while to find it because I couldn’t remember the name of the street. So we went in to the wrong hotel at first but the nice girl pointed us in the right direction and we were there fifteen minutes later. Martin’s younger brother had spent a few nights there a few weeks before and had said that the rooms sucked and there was blood on the walls and stuff but apparently he had been full of shit ’cause the rooms were very nice. There was a big bathroom, small kichenette, refrigerator and a tv…with three working channels. We also got breakfast accross the street at an ungodly hour. We had to get up at 8:30 to make it in time.

After dumping our gear we went out on town and had lunch and scoped out the local talent. During the trip it would become clear that Åland has excellent quality teenagers (14:s’eses). It would also become clear that the older chicks are as cold as ice. Of that fact we were, however, still blissfully unaware.

We went for coffee (martin had coffee, I had a juice box), walked around for a while and then headed back to the room to prepare for the evening. Later when we had arrived at a club called Arken (situated in a hotell called Archipelago) we were expecting the others to return and join the party. However, when they did they claimed to be too tired and just went back to the hotel (technically a bed and brekfast) to sleep. So it was just me and martin rockin’ out.

I have never been in a bar or club as packed as that one. Not even during the heydays of Oliver’s Inn, not even Royal Night at Christmas time have I experienced a dance floor as packed. Usually I have no problem with crowded bars but this was a bit too much even for me. By the end of the night I wanted to punch someone. Of course that could also be the result of sexual frustration. Remember, I hadn’t jacked it for over 24 hours and was feeling a bit backed up.
None of us had any luck with the ladies so we went for a burger and sat under a roof while waiting for the rain to stop. After about an hour we were approached by a drunk, fat Swedish guy in a soaking wet white shirt who appeared very aggressive. He was upset because someone had made a wise crack about him and how he should pay extra for his burger or something. Anyway, he was prepared to start a fight but a not-so-drunk Finnish dude calmed him down. It was a bizarre situation because normally it would have been the Finnish guy who was aggressive.

Anyway, we went back to the room, went to bed, woke up about an hor and a half later, went for breakfast and went back to sleep. After waking up for the second time we went to a small ”island” and played volleyball and sat on the beach for a while after which we went for lunch.

Anyway, I think saturday was the most eventful and fun night. We had contemplated going to the Rockoff festival being held but me and martin had wandered around there on friday so we suggested that instead of going in we’d just sit and chill outside on the lawn, have a few cold ones and relax. If we really wanted to see a band we could stand by the fence, which was rougly 40 metres from the stage.

It probably took us maybe an hour to walk the seven blocks from the hotel to the festival since we stopped by a church and prayed…and by ”prayed” I mean ”sat on a bench drinking beer and Koskenkorva and then taking a piss on the yard.

When we got to the festival area we sat down on the lawn and just chilled, had a few…maybe some of us had a few too many…well…is there such a thing as too many of a good thing? I had noticed that jens had started becoming drunk already in the room before we left. When he drinks the hard stuff he becomes almost hyperactive and I noticed that his eyes and head motions were getting increasingly faster. After a few hours and drinks on the lawn he was in excellent condition, smiling like crazy, bobbing his head to the music. It was to become even more crazy later on.

Martin had at that point started feeling ill and said he’d throw up if he stood up. His rescue came from an unexpected source; a 16year old girl with big…eyes…came over and sat next to us and started chatting. After a few moments she was joined by some friends of hers. One of them was very. very drunk and latched on to martin who later said that he talked to her and not the other ones because she sat on the ”good side” (if he leaned in that direction he didn’t feel as sick). Martin took care of her whenever she stumbled past us. Words can probably not describe the situation…there are pictures though that will be shown to select individuals at a later point in time.

Anyway, it was getting chilly so we decided to move on to the bar. It took an hour walking back. That may not seem like a lot, considering the time it had taken us getting there but this time we didn’t stop by the church for half an hour. No, there was falling in bushes, laying in piles, attempts to stick plastic bottles in asses, getting stung on rosebush thornes, rolling in hedges, eating flowers all with Jens not walking, not running but skipping and jumping the whole way to the bar.

When we got there the place was pretty empty. It was to fill up later on though but not before jens had gotten very tired. When he was at a point where he didn’t even lift his head carolina thought it was time to call it a night. The rest of us stayed and partied on. I was situated on the dance floor most of the time, looking for openings to hit on chicks. However, it was slim pickins and opportunities where scarce. I can honestly say I played all the cards I was dealt and came up empty handed.

I couldn’t find the others as I was leaving so I went for a walk down by the pier, saw a guy trying to convince a chick to suck his dick and then went back to the room.

On sunday marcus and kia went back to marcus’ grandparents’ house while the rest of us stayed behind. We decided to try to find tickets to the festival because Lordi was playing but it was sold out. We got ahold of two. We did decide however that we’d go back later in case they released some extra tickets, which amazingly they did.

It was far too crowded there. There was no place to sit and barely room to stand. But the show was great. The crowd at Rockperry had been very quiet compared to this crowd. Especially during Would you love a Monsterman and Hard Rock Hallelujah, the crowd went nuts.

After the show me and martin decided to head over to Arken once more. I didn’t have high hopes of there being a lot of people there but after a while the place was packed…on a sunday! Jens and Carolina had decided to take a ”romantic walk” instead and go to bed.

Once again I struck out but Martin started talking to this short brunette. I am probably not at liberty to say what went down but I do know that he went to an after party on a sail boat but the chick and a bunch of other Swedes and that he came back to the hotel in the morning.

The next day there was little else to do than pack the bags, jump in the car and go back to vasa. We ate on the ferry, bought some stuff in the duty free store and sat around. We came back to Vasa at midnight.

The trip was a lot of fun but for me personally it felt good to be back in a place where some chicks actually look at you and not straight through you like they did in Åland. I think that my ”look” just doesn’t cut in over there. Especially considering that small drunk chick who said that I looked like a ”Finnish ballad singer”…come to think of it, last year a Swedish chick commented that I looked like…whatshisface?…Pekka Heino, on Swedish tv…he’s gay…and not a good looking one at that.
So yeah, I’d rather be an above average fish in a small pond than a butt ugly one in a big pond.