Posts Tagged ‘Rude Larry’
One of the things I love about living away from home is having visitors. When I was in Liechtenstein, I had six visitors in nine months, which I thought was good going, considering Liech isn´t exactly a throbbing tourist destination! Thanks Mim and Pim, Rude Larry, Kate, Kate (I know a lot of Kates!), and Kim for making the effort. And apologies to the second Kate and Kim that I never blogged about your visits… You´ll just have to come to visit me in Dubai!
I realise now that my goal of having 20 people visiting me in Liechtenstein was slightly ambitious, although I might´ve had more visitors if I´d stayed a full year.
But the great thing about Dubai is, not only is it a place where people actually *want* to visit me, but it´s perfectly placed for a stopover between South Africa and Europe. Also, it´s a popular enough tourist spot that sometimes I bump into people I know who just happen to be on holiday here, without visiting me specifically. I already saw Shennie Pie and Mr Moose´s friend JS in January. He´s my accidental visitor number one.
I´m expecting more visitors soon – of both the accidental and purposeful variety – so watch this space. And if *you* want to feature on Trinny in Dubai, I always have a spare bed for you (even if it´s actually a couch).
A: I´m cold.
B: Why didn´t you bring a jacket?
A: I thought it would be hot.
B: You´ve been here three years. You should know it´s not always hot.
A: We live in the desert; it´s hot.
B: Some desserts can be cold. Like ice cream.
I hadn´t even been here a fortnight when I received my second visitor, Rude Larry, who arrived from Dubai via Zurich. I was still a Liech newbie at the time, so we explored together, which meant we headed to The Castle Inn to drink some beer.
Then we wandered around Vaduz; looked at the princely castle from afar – it seemed too much of an effort to walk up to it; and went for a stroll by the Rhein – my default entertainment for visitors. Hardly a big day out, but I suspect Rude Larry was happy as his namesake that the Kunstmuseum is closed on Mondays.
To liven things up a bit I booked us a ride on the Citytrain (actually a bus, go figure!). So we spent half an hour driving around to all the places which we had already seen by foot, accompanied by commentary that was hilarious in German, amusing in French, and rather less entertaining by the time we listened to the English version. Not 10 francs I´ll be spending again in a hurry.
Time to sup and suip. We ate at a sedate local “pub” and then ventured off to another one down the road, that F-X had informed me was a little more “rough”. It was, if possible, even more sedate than the first one. “Sedate” as in the other clientele seemed more likely to be mistaken for our grandparents than our parents. So we gave up the hunt for a party; drank some wodka (actually it was rum and coke, I just wanted to use the word “wodka”); and reminisced about the good old bad old days at the House of Earthly Delights.
Whenever I see the Citytrain, I think of Rude Larry… Don´t forget about the prize on offer for my 20th visitor. And why would you want to visit? Keep reading my blog for future posts about wild student parties: featuring Hungarian wine, Italian cheese and hot Czech girls.
Visitor count: Mim, Pim, Rude Larry (3)