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A very Italian penis.
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just a very quick entry, not really much to write about, but I don't know if I'll have access to the internet the next couple of days. Had a quick mooch about Vancouver today, went down to Gastown, which was quite nice, got a photo taken next to the steam powered clock. On the whole though, not greatly impressed with Vancouver. When we went down to Pacific Central Station today to pick up our greyhound tickets to Pemberton there were more skagheads than buses. Still, off to Pemberton festival tomorrow, really looking forward to seeing Death Cab again, and also Coldplay actually!
Last night we successfully booked onto a couple of tours of the surrounding areas, both run by a company called the moose travel network. On Tuesday we set off on a four day tour of Vancouver island, although it is a hop on, hop off tour, so you can spend an extra day in any of the places should you want to and jump back on the bus the next day. The tour includes whale watching, hot springs and a 2 night stay on a beach resort that I can't remember the name of but that has been highly recommended to us by a Swiss bloke. Mind you, he probably wouldn't have slagged it off regardless, in case it got him into some sort of conflict. When we get back, we are then going on a 7 day tour of Whistler, Banff, Jasper and the Rockies, all beautiful ski resort areas with lots of mountains and lakes and shit like that. The Bill Oddie within me will be loving it.\
One amusing incident of note, from which this particular blog entry has derived it's title from, occured last night when I went for a shower. Just after I went in, another bloke entered, all bronzed and mediterranean looking he was (I later found out he was Italian) and there was the awkward realisation that at some point, somehow, I was going to have remove my shorts in front of this gentlemen - preferably without him seeing naturally. In preparation, I decided to turn on the shower, but could not get it to run hot water. Being English, stubborn and a bloke, I persevered for a minute or two, internally cursing myslef and vowing to do it myself without any assistance but eventually had to require assistance from the Italian Stallion, not realising he had already removed his shorts. Anyway, round he comes from behind my open cubicle door, which until this point had been shielding him from view, naked as the day he was born, genitalia all over the place. He sort of casually tweaked my knob - the shower knob, I should hasten to add - and then sauntered off as if being naked in front of another bloke was the most natural thing in the world. It is at times like this I thank the lord I am not European.
That is all. Goodbye.
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