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The Meeting of Three Cultures
I know that Ryan just did a brillaint job of recapping our weekend, but I would like to put it in my own words. We went to one of the best beaches in England, stayed for next to nothing, learned how to surf (something that I had never even thought of before), and took in a sunset that will rival any in the U.S. We also sold our car, hung out with some amazingly awesome people, and took the senic drive back to Malmesbury from Devon…that means up and down hills with a 25% grade…good thing we have a 4×4 Suzuki.
Anyway after this brilliant weekend, we went to Malmesbury where we had to meet the people that were buying the pretend charriot of awesome. We camped there for the night and then headed to Haslemere to meet up with Steve and pick up some parts for the SJ. We accomplished basically everything that we set out to do, and we were staying with Steve for the night, so guess what…we had to go out and see the local night life of Liphook. We ended up n a pub with an Irish bartender that goes by the name of Willie. Now let me tell you…there was a period where there were two Texans, Two Englishmen, and an Irishman having a conversation. Basically we were speaking 3 different languages, but we all managed to understand each other with relative ease. This was the first true Irishman that I had ever met, and you know that you have met an Irishman when he repeatedly tells you that Guiness anywhere but in Ireland is “shite.” This man was the type of person that before he told you something that he truly meant would spit on his hand and shake yours…hey, i guess he was telling the truth. Nonetheless, he welcomed Ryan and I with open arms, and if we ever return to Liphook England, not only do we have a place to stay, but we have a pub to be welcomed at. Here’s to Willie and the class establishment that he runs.
Tomorrow we are off to put the finishing touches on the SJ and then headed to London to see the Queen and all of her majesty…if you are lucky I might come back an honorary member of the royal family.
Andy Out.
July 23, 2007 at 5:05 pm
Two Texans, two brits, and an Irishman go into a bar…