Place: Somewhere in Finland
Tunes: Tapio Rautavaara, Johnny Cash, Sillanpään marssilaulu and other music not suitable for hippies
Scenery in central Finland.
I have been staying with some friends around the country for a couple of days to do some "last rites" partying and to sort some final arrangements and kit with the bike.
Just a couple of beers after a day's worth of driving...
If you want to read about all sorts of crazy shit going on in Finland, go to:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/8211639.stm
http://humon.deviantart.com/art/How-the-North-works-175717289?q=gallery%3Ahumon%2F9478118&qo=16
These things do not seem all that exotic to Finns, but there you go.
In any case, I don't plan on doing any of that kind of stuff. With some friends We will be sitting around a table on stools with no back rest, our fists on top of our knees and in silence. The only break from this monotony will be when someone runs out of beer. After about six pints you are allowed to relax and to talk - if you really must. After ten pints people will start to relax and at this stage most Europeans would say that "yes the Finns are ok once they get a bit drunk and open up". After a couple more we are wrestling, playing heavy metal (or something else as in this case) really loud or trying to find a piece of rope to hang ourselves with. This is the time when Europeans start documenting all the "crazy shit" they have seen in Finland. After this, they usually run away and we start with the spirits.
After the drinking is done, we will find a nice grill and have some delicious processed meat related products. The grills in Finland or the "Frituur" in Belgium are not that different. The food is pretty much the same, except the fries are better in Belgium, but the grills in Finland open when the ones in Belgium close. There is also a strong tradition of fighting by the hole in the wall as you wait for your processed meat. And also if the locals do not approve of your choice of sauces to go with your fries.
All in all, it has been fun as always. Thanks to everyone I crashed with, you know who you are. And so does the police.
Tunes: Tapio Rautavaara, Johnny Cash, Sillanpään marssilaulu and other music not suitable for hippies
Scenery in central Finland.
I have been staying with some friends around the country for a couple of days to do some "last rites" partying and to sort some final arrangements and kit with the bike.
Just a couple of beers after a day's worth of driving... If you want to read about all sorts of crazy shit going on in Finland, go to:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/8211639.stm
http://humon.deviantart.com/art/How-the-North-works-175717289?q=gallery%3Ahumon%2F9478118&qo=16
These things do not seem all that exotic to Finns, but there you go.
In any case, I don't plan on doing any of that kind of stuff. With some friends We will be sitting around a table on stools with no back rest, our fists on top of our knees and in silence. The only break from this monotony will be when someone runs out of beer. After about six pints you are allowed to relax and to talk - if you really must. After ten pints people will start to relax and at this stage most Europeans would say that "yes the Finns are ok once they get a bit drunk and open up". After a couple more we are wrestling, playing heavy metal (or something else as in this case) really loud or trying to find a piece of rope to hang ourselves with. This is the time when Europeans start documenting all the "crazy shit" they have seen in Finland. After this, they usually run away and we start with the spirits.
After the drinking is done, we will find a nice grill and have some delicious processed meat related products. The grills in Finland or the "Frituur" in Belgium are not that different. The food is pretty much the same, except the fries are better in Belgium, but the grills in Finland open when the ones in Belgium close. There is also a strong tradition of fighting by the hole in the wall as you wait for your processed meat. And also if the locals do not approve of your choice of sauces to go with your fries.
All in all, it has been fun as always. Thanks to everyone I crashed with, you know who you are. And so does the police.
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