The art of being stupid (Vol. 1).
Trip Start Oct 06, 2004
324Trip End Ongoing
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Today I heard this funny story about a 35 year old Norwegian, possibly from the small town of Elverum, currently in Guatemala (just like me). This very morning, the Norwegian guy was in Panajachel down by Lake Atitlan. He ran out the door and headed for the bus station, locking the hostel gate behind him at the same time realizing he had forgotten his daypack in the room. It was just after 6 o'clock in the morning. After waking up the whole family running the hostel, and explaining the problem to the grumpy manager, he finally found his way to the bus station with his daypack. 15 minutes into the bus ride, he realized he was on his way to San Cristóbal de Las Casas in Mexico, a destination no more than 14 hours of pure happiness away, and not destined for Xela as planned. With an advanced vocabulary where you know how to say "si", "no", "cerveza" and "gracias", try and explain the dilemma to the Spanish speaking guy behind the wheel! A few hours later, the guy (somehow) actually arrived in Xela. At the bus station he was met by this sweet and honest looking 10 year old kid, promising the cheapest and best hotel in town. Walking up and down streets for years they were suddenly on the outskirts of town, at least it felt like it by the distance walked. The place was a dump, but promised showers with "agua caliente" (hot water). After tipping the 10 year old with a Guatemalan bill he had probably never seen before, the Norwegian guy rested his head for a few minutes before talking a cold shower. I repeat, cold shower. It was late afternoon, and the guy felt this rumbling in his stomach, time for some food he thought. After locating the hippest place in town, he ordered himself a Pizza and a beer. The waitress comes over with the beer and mumbles "something, something" in Spanish including the word Pizza. Trying to act cool, the Norwegian guy pretends to understand Spanish and quickly interprets the mumble to "Sorry, we are out of Pizza". He browses the menu again, and feeling adventurous he orders a Spaghetti Bolognese instead. About 15 Minutes later the guy got his Spaghetti Bolognese on the table.... and a Pizza.
My Oh My, it's only 16:30 on a Friday afternoon and the night is still very young.