PROJECT The first was to go to Ass. All together.
No, not metaphorically, and even in the usual sense of the phrase, but just in the city of Ass. I can imagine
charming little village in the north of Angola.
you who know me already know that the choice of destination of the trip was dictated by the charm of visiting places that I feel a bit 'more details, names vaguely exotic. No, not metaphorically, and even in the usual sense of the phrase, but just in the city of Ass. I can imagine
charming little village in the north of Angola.
In addition, being the penultimate weekend of my stay in a foreign land was more than willing to travel, wake up before dawn, dealing with traffic, sleeping in a hut (or in the bishop's house, it was the latter, not the bishop in the ass, but the bishop in Uige, a city neighboring continuing this brief because I think it is important to point out that there was no possible arrangement Ass ... ah ah ah ... sorry).
Well, I mean I was what is called loading ...
But, as often happens when you are alone and independent, everything is complicated and so easily have been created seemingly insurmountable difficulties.
Stated differently, instead of going in the Ass I've taken ... never mind.
At this point, when the weekend seemed irremediably compromise proposal was immediately accepted another alternative: an epic clash between football divine and volunteers of varying degrees against the friars' OLDEBRECHT, an oil-trading company multinazonale-road Brazilian reigning Angola. Practically almost good versus evil almost. On grass field, complete with referee. Following promising
luculiana barbecue. At their own expense.
All 'epochal meeting I introduce myself alone with my modest athletic shoes, the rest is given to me by the team included, the Tramontina red shirt, white shorts and socks as a player. For a moment I think I can experience the thrill of shin guards. It 'an illusion. For those I'll have to wait for another occasion.
After the classic pre-crash photos, photos at the moment not yet in my possession (but there the promise), the game begins with a lively rhythm, the field to Olllie and Benji, but with neither the one nor the other, There is a lot of running, sliding, half overturned, newspapers, photographs, triangulation sleeping or embarrassingly inaccurate (who never have been?), profanity detained (they were churchmen ...), fouls (as always in the trousers). in short, a struggle worthy of a trilogy.
Devil, to be fat guys, like those of Oldebrecht corrEVno Saving Silverman!
From the sidelines, we have the support of Sister CT, with beer in hand, shaking like never before, to wave to instill the spirit in the team and yell at all the right consilgio.
yours truly left the field after half an hour. The brave men who want to get too numerous ...
and wheel out the other divine.
At that point begins the grid pattern "party at the Golf Club. Refreshments
shade of white tents near the lawn, well-dressed waiters music in the background.
Start. Mess meat and fish. I note that I do not see a mess of 5 months. Cod. Pork and ombolo. Potatoes. A brief recall on the fish. Decided to return to the thread and vegetables. Here are a fruit salad and passion fruit mousse with. All
inevitably watered beer. With the waiters very diligent to bring new terms as soon as the previous one.
Only the lack of coffee gives us the strength to get up and go back home.
In conclusion I'll never go in the ass, but at least it was a great Sunday.
Almost forgot, the board said this at the end of the battle ...
can not always win the good.
This is life, not a Clips.
But, as often happens when you are alone and independent, everything is complicated and so easily have been created seemingly insurmountable difficulties.
Stated differently, instead of going in the Ass I've taken ... never mind.
At this point, when the weekend seemed irremediably compromise proposal was immediately accepted another alternative: an epic clash between football divine and volunteers of varying degrees against the friars' OLDEBRECHT, an oil-trading company multinazonale-road Brazilian reigning Angola. Practically almost good versus evil almost. On grass field, complete with referee. Following promising
luculiana barbecue. At their own expense.
All 'epochal meeting I introduce myself alone with my modest athletic shoes, the rest is given to me by the team included, the Tramontina red shirt, white shorts and socks as a player. For a moment I think I can experience the thrill of shin guards. It 'an illusion. For those I'll have to wait for another occasion. After the classic pre-crash photos, photos at the moment not yet in my possession (but there the promise), the game begins with a lively rhythm, the field to Olllie and Benji, but with neither the one nor the other, There is a lot of running, sliding, half overturned, newspapers, photographs, triangulation sleeping or embarrassingly inaccurate (who never have been?), profanity detained (they were churchmen ...), fouls (as always in the trousers). in short, a struggle worthy of a trilogy.
Devil, to be fat guys, like those of Oldebrecht corrEVno Saving Silverman!
From the sidelines, we have the support of Sister CT, with beer in hand, shaking like never before, to wave to instill the spirit in the team and yell at all the right consilgio.
yours truly left the field after half an hour. The brave men who want to get too numerous ...
and wheel out the other divine.
At that point begins the grid pattern "party at the Golf Club. Refreshments
shade of white tents near the lawn, well-dressed waiters music in the background.
Start. Mess meat and fish. I note that I do not see a mess of 5 months. Cod. Pork and ombolo. Potatoes. A brief recall on the fish. Decided to return to the thread and vegetables. Here are a fruit salad and passion fruit mousse with. All
inevitably watered beer. With the waiters very diligent to bring new terms as soon as the previous one.
Only the lack of coffee gives us the strength to get up and go back home.
In conclusion I'll never go in the ass, but at least it was a great Sunday.
Almost forgot, the board said this at the end of the battle ...
can not always win the good. This is life, not a Clips.
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