Subject:
[adventure!] Somewhat grumpy update.
Date:
12/17/2003 4:09:04 PM
Folks,
My friend and former roommate Ugur is from Turkey. When we
would have a
conversation in the living room, if the TV was on I would
put it on mute.
Ugur thought this was strange. Later in our friendship, Ugur
started
smoking. I thought that was strange. Only now do I realize
how European my
former roommate is.
When European people want to have a conversation, they are
required by
ancient tradition to turn on a television, crank it up to
full volume, and
chain-smoke. If they are in a location with no TV, they are
expected to
imagine that a TV is blasting beside them, and yell their
entire
conversation over the imaginary television. Usually they
imagine a Spanish
talk show, which is particularly hard to talk over at full
volume.
Especially while chain-smoking.
I am sick. The reason I´m sick is because I haven´t slept
for the past 3
nights (I´m sure Dad is cringing right now). Two of these
nights´ lost
sleep can be accredited to what can only be descibed as
malicious snoring.
The first night was in Granada. After two or three hours of
comically loud
snoring, unabated by my kicking the offender´s bed, he had
apparently
exacted his revenge upon us[1] and quietly slept (as did the
rest of us)
from 6 am until about 8.
The other incident was last night in Algecieras. This
snoring was not
comical. This was the kind of snoring where, even though you
can look over
and see that the noises are coming from a human being, each
snore brings
with it a visceral fear akin to what one might feel when
upon realizing that
they are standing between a grizzly bear and her cubs. At
death-defyingly
sporadic intervals, this mere human would emit sounds that
none of you would
recognize as human. The icing on this poisoned cake was that
he made these
sounds both on inhaling AND exhaling! There were at least
two occasions
where I almost vomited from these sounds.
Before anyone suggests earplugs, let me just say 'ha!'. I
have earplugs,
but sadly they are not made of kryptonite.
I won´t go into too much detail on the other night of lost
sleep, but it
involved me being strenuously (and hit on by an older
homosexual gentleman
in Malaga and saved by a British guy and his Spanish
girlfriend who invited
me to their place for 'tea', which is a Spanish word that
means 'come up to
our apartment, drink wine with us and talk about politics
until 6:30 am'.
Now that I think of it, Ugur used to drink tea and stay up
all night too!
Damn these Europeans!
Tonight, I am in Algecieras again, after a day trip to
Gibraltar to buy a
French-English dictionary and an English-language guide to
Morocco, which is
where I´m headed tomorrow, sick or healthy. Oh, and tonight
I have splurged
the 13 euros for a single room with no snoring roommates. I
hope I can
sleep over the TV.
Hasta luego et bon nuit!
jay
[1] presumably for some sort of ´original sin´ or something.