Back from Krk, Croatia!

So again, I went to the island resort town of Krk, Croatia with 5 other Finns (them being Krister, Jaakko, Perttu, Ville, and Teemu) -- ah my head still hurts from thinking of all the drinking that we did.
The trip really started when we first had a beer in the airport before our plane was being boarded. We took a little longer than we thought, and before we knew it, we were the last six people on the bus headed for the airport. I was in last place going through passport security, and the airport attendant yelled at me "hurry up Mr. Roberts" - all the Finns apparently thought it was funny because they were not dead last. We all ran to the bus after security.

Once we got onto our HLX air taxi to Rijeka, the crew played us some music. I don't know if it was on purpose, but they chose Tom Petty's "Learning to Fly". I don't think I would choose a song by that name, especially when there are lyrics in it that go "what comes up, must come down", when you're "learning to fly". Anyway I thought that was awkward.

Once we got to the Rijeka airport, we took a 30km taxi ride through the middle of nowhere to our apartment. Once we got to the kick-ass apartment, we unloaded speakers, a laptop, and some vodka. Needless to say, 5 Finns and I weren't going to let a Tuesday night in Croatia go without a party, even if it was just us. I remembered some of the songs the Finns played from the F1 race car drive, but there were many other good ones as well - they basically played 15 Finnish songs for 6 or so days. Anyhow, we went to a bar that night.. or morning, I'm not exactly sure, but what I do know is that I woke up at 10am to blasting Finnish music. awesome? "HARD ROCK, HALLELUJAH" was one of the songs that made it on my "remember these things list"... probably because I can't spell the finnish track names.

Along with having to (well it wasnt THAT bad) listen to Finnish music, I wanted to learn some more Finnish phrases. Jaakko taught me (im guessing here on spelling) hyvä tissit, which means nice tits... Ville apparently also calls breasts in Finnish balls, so when he said "nice balls" in english, he got a few "....WTF?" looks. Still pretty funny.

The first night we kinda broke the glass top to a coffee table, and we reported it to our travel agency person. She was fine with it but we still were going to have to pay for it.

After the first night, we kinda walked around the town and noticed there was a complete lack of things to do. We picked up some 2liter Löwenbräu bottles (yeah seriously... never seen those before), and parked ourselves on a beach for a while. I ate too much at lunch, and along with the beer I decided to make myself throw up so I would feel better. Tuna pizza and beer coming out sucks.

I think after the second night, when we went to the bar again, I was thoroughly exhausted. There was nothing I could do to get energy.. I slept about a day. I don't know exactly which night was which here, they kinda blend together and its really not that important anyhow, but here goes some explaining. One night we went to a bar and they were closing, but Teemu didn't want to leave or something, and kinda got kicked out right before closing time. After that we went to the infamous "Jungle Bar" on the island.. From what I remember that night, I forgot my wallet in the apartment, and after ordering a Beck's, I was like.. "uhhhhh Ville.. do you have any money?" He spotted me and that was all ok. After that, I knew I was just going to be sober at the club/bar, so I basically watched Teemu agressively get the girls to dance with him, and wait for a fight to break out and then help Teemu fight some German dudes ;). In the end, we all went back and had a good time. I don't remember if it was this night or another,... yeah I think it was, but Teemu and I ended up partying until 7AM at the apartment. We only stopped when Teemu wanted to go outside to the balcony and lay in the sun.... but it was after 12 or so hours of partying and I guess he didn't notice that the window door was closed. He kneed it, and it kinda shattered. He patched up his knee and we both figured it was time to go to bed.
During the days we would grab a Kiste of Beck's and lay on a rocky beach and BBQ. That's really about all we did. There wasn't too much to do on the island, and if we wanted to go into a town, the bus fares were outrageous. Might as well just BBQ on a beach.

Aha... also, we had a screaming contest -- who could reach the highest pitch and volume... I of course sucked.. that was given.. What I didn't expect was that Teemu would beat us all so badly. For a Finnish guy who's around 6'3" and works out and plays basketball... he really screamed like a little girl :). One of our neighbors about 100m away started yelling at us in Croatian because Teemu was so good.

We had to get up the last morning at 7:30 to get our taxi to the airport. Everyone was still drunk when we got to the airport, and I kinda threw up there at the airport. outside.. but it didn't stop some security guard from yelling at me:) he should be happy it was outside at all.

Ok, I think that's enough of the stories that I want to tell right about now. There are more, but I think they're better left for us.