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The previous post from our boat trip on Lake Malawi led to numerous emails and text messages from worried parents as well as some people suggesting it all just happened in my imagination after having one beer too many and falling asleep on the sun deck. For our parents, we are still alive and currently at home in Norway with you, eating your food, sleeping in your houses, driving your cars and spending your money, thus, it is time to be worried in an all different way. For the rest of you, I can assure those who doubt what happened that my imagination is rather non-existent after too many beers and that my story is a true story of those events that took place that dreadful night on November the 18th, in the year of our Lord, Two Thousand And Five.

Safari from the train window

Robinbye
2006-01-05 20:54:41

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The story so far
The previous post from our boat trip on Lake Malawi led to numerous emails and text messages from worried parents as well as some people suggesting it all just happened in my imagination after having one beer too many and falling asleep on the sun deck. For our parents, we are still alive and currently at home in Norway with you, eating your food, sleeping in your houses, driving your cars and spending your money, thus, it is time to be worried in an all different way. For the rest of you, I can assure those who doubt what happened that my imagination is rather non-existent after too many beers and that my story is a true story of those events that took place that dreadful night on November the 18th, in the year of our Lord, Two Thousand And Five.

Earlier, I wrote that the remainder of the boat trip was rather eventless after our scary night. That's mostly true, however, I'd like to tell you about the second night. When we arrived at one of the many islands on the lake, "our" first class deck was suddenly occupied about a hundred or so
of the President's best men! Going straight for the bar, it appeared that the President had just launched a new party and had held a speech on the island. Now, his 100 men had to take the ferry up north while His Highness himself caught a plane. The 100 men didn't seem particularly envious though, as it soon became clear that the President was paying the bar bill! We went early to bed, and when we woke the next morning, the party was still going on, however not as strongly as a few hours earlier. Men were sleeping on the deck, in chairs and on benches, while some even slept with their heads on the bar. One man who could hardly sit on the bar stool held an empty beer bottle in his hand. Without the man noticing, the bartender carefully removed the bottle from his hand and placed another in it: 'Courtesy of the gentleman over there,' the bartender said. The man ...