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From Helsinki

I'm in mBar in Helsinki as I right this. We just finished a quick tour of the city by bus and foot, led by our fearless tour guide (Sarah). Checked out three churches, the names of which I cannot reproduce without some kind of documentation. Lots of diphthongs. Lots of umlauts.

Tomorrow we're off to Russia, and dealing with our second time change in two days. Along with another previous time change and the flight over, we're officially eight hours behind you folks. I feel like I should say something more meaningful here, but this keyboard is killing me. And also, I didn't come to Finland for their Internet.

Comments

kris said…
You had me at dipthong.

I'm so very envious. Enjoy.
Anonymous said…
You couldn't have found a better tour guide.

Hope you guys are having a great time!
Anonymous said…
Dude,
I should have given you a quick Russian lesson before you left.

But now you are gone.

And I am sad for not having taught you the longest word in the Russian Language.

Damn.
Anonymous said…
DAVE ===> Everyone else hates you because of your world-travelling ways while they're left here. I hate you because of that and particularly because Denmark is on that list. See the difference there? It's subtle, I know...

"... we're officially eight hours behind you folks...". Eight hours in the future doesn't look much different. I'll try to find out some World Cup scores so you can place some bets and make a kajillion dollars, though.
Anonymous said…
Isn't Russia like 8 hours ahead of us?
Moscow=GMT +3
Helsinki=GMT +2
Anonymous said…
Yes. Eastward is ahead. And it's 'diphthong'.
Wow. I can't believe that it's been 15 days since you posted your itinerary and not one Transylvania joke.
I can only assume this is because I am hilarious and more clever than everyone else who reads your blog.
Not because I have the humour of an 11 year old, and that everyone else actually understands that Tranylvania is a real place with real people who are sick and tired of hearing vampire jokes.

That being said, nice guy or not, if you come back and cast no reflection in mirrors:
I will stake you in the heart so fast, your undead head will spin.
Dave said…
Re: time change - Yeah, it occurred to me that I frigged that one up about 20 seconds after I logged off. No more posting from abroad, at least without Sarah's supervision.

Jorge - Quit holding out, you hold-outer. In the same vein, there's a superlong German word that describes the attempt to split the atom, which rocks pretty hard. You first, though.

Reay - Good thing I placed a hundred pounds on England. Ohwaitgoddamnit! Well, Brazil's a sure thing. Ohfuckinshit! Stupid England, you broke me heart. If Portugal takes the who shebang I might just kill myself.

Jeremy - Sad to say: they got me. But then some gypsy gave me back my soul, so I'm not an all the way bad vampire--except for every time I bang a slayer, then I vamp the fuck out.

Well, we're back and we're haggard. Amazing trip, but we'll spill all the stories over the next couple of days. For now, I'm off to catch up on what's new in pornography.
Jay said…
And were/are you at all inebriated as you right this?

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