Killian's ipod

Friday, September 8. 2006
I have a moment now - between dinner and parties, so I thought I'd share a little story from last night that really just shows the good nature of the people around here.

So we went to a party last night in the room of a guy named Killian (yes, exactly like Killians .. the beer). The boy had a giant hookah pipe, and thus was party central for approximately 4 hours last night (or more... that's just how long we were there). As you can probably tell by the fact that he had (for those of you who don't know) the equivalent of a gigantic water bong, he is a pretty chill guy. And for my parents -- no drugs. You smoke herbal fruit crap via charcoal in it (and I didn't smoke, because I don't smoke).

Late in the night, he went next door. He came back with ipod speakers complaining that somebody had nabbed his ipod. We were kinda curious about what had happened, and he explained that he had left it over there for some friends to listen to in good nature. When he went to get it, they were pretty gone (stoned or drunk or both... not sure which). And the ipod was missing. Obviously upset at the loss of his recent purchase, he took a drag or two off the hookah pipe and declared that he didn't care who did it or why. He just wanted the thing back. He told us (6 at this point) to spread the word.

We saw Killian again at the international students' orientation today, carrying along his ipod. He said that somebody had knocked on his door and when he opened it up, the ipod was on the floor. He was happy about it, too. Didn't seem to bother him.

How cool is that.

A little more settled

Friday, September 8. 2006
So I've been here for nearly a week, and I'm starting to get a feel for things. I've been in and out of the city twice, getting a better feel for the bus and stops, gone to a few parties, and had a beer+ for every day I've been in the country (doing my part for 1 beer per man/woman/child per day on this island).

I haven't really been updating at all because the only chance I'm getting to do so is in the morning. I'm actually sitting near the library terminals now, waiting for lunch and an orientation meeting later. The days are so long here, there is so much to do (like buy silverware), and the nights are incredibly active. I don't get time at night to update like I normally would because I would miss out on a ton.

I have some pictures to upload of my room, my bad-ass key, and the view outside my window (i really like it), but my website is being crappy and won't let me upload pictures. Horray.

I'm sure you all want to be regaled with tales of meeting people and drinking (and trust me, there are stories, and there shall be more), but I really can't think of where to start or what to include. I'm getting internet in the dorms are the 18th (hopefully), so hopefully I'll get the story of the first few days by then. And then a few more. Anyway, I need to go make lunch. No preservatives in this country - everything goes out of date really fast (they guys last night were STUNNED that bread can last 2 weeks and Deep End has $0.25 beer night).

Later.