Time Out

It had been an interesting week, but the Gevaar was tired, he needed some time to make sense of all that had happened since his arrival in"die land wat soos ´n wortel lyk", some time to think, some time to concentrate on something other than small Brazillian bikinis.

Thus it was that the Gevaarlikman found himself in Vladivostok in Russia, a small naval port with an odd name and a foul smelling local barwench called Olga. He hadn´t intended on stopping here, he had simply been flying around trying to get to grips with the whole South American ordeal when he realised that he hadn´t eaten in a while and when he came down to earth, he found himself where he was, which was of course Vladivostok.

"Wel, dis so goed ´n plek as enige andere plek" thought Gevaar and went to work filing away his thoughts on South America so far. Here were some of likes and dislikes that the Gevaar had formed over the last two weeks of his adventures.

Likes:

• 1 litre bottles of flavoured milk (nothing like those piddly little 350ml Sterri Stumpie bottles)
• Small bikinis
• Friendly locals, even though they had a nasty habit of not speaking any sensible languages
• Sun everyday, 30+ temperatures, warm seas
• Fish in the sea (this was really a novelty to the Gevaar who had assumed that fish did not actaully live in the sea after the many years of unsuccessful fishing efforts in his homeland)
• Not only are there fish in the sea, but they are also interesting fish, they look odd and jump about
• The smell of exotic adventure that seems to pervade everything South American

Dislikes:

• The lack of flavours of flavoured milk, chocolate is nice but what about strawberry and banana, huh?
• "el Bruce´s" stinking towel, sharing a tent with your syskop is never easy, particularly when you are used to being put up in the Sheraton
• Sharp stones, in his quest for adventure, the barefooted Gevaarlikman had managed to cut his feet to shreds upon these useless objects.
• Strange toilets, the joy of the kak goes right out the window when you are not allowed to flush your t-paper down the toilet but are forced to put it in a dustbin which inhabits the bog with you. JD Gevaar was seriously considering reverting to the tried and trusted boskak.
• The constant feeling that somewhere, he knew not where, evil was lurking, maybe it was Doktor Vuil, or perhaps that foul fiend Morné, he could not be sure, all he knew was that it was there and that he had to stop it before it was too late.....