MEGA FAIL

Don't know how to begin but basically, I fucked up big time : DDDD

Basically, I received an email from Finnair and realized I had booked the wrong motherfucking flights.

Flight	From	To	Departs	Arrives		Reservation
AY 3114	Brussels Terminal:	Helsinki-Vantaa Terminal: 2	28JUN12 07:40	28JUN12 11:05		Confirmed Class: Economy Baggage: 1 bag(s)
AY 813	Helsinki-Vantaa Terminal: 2	Brussels Terminal:	02JUL12 15:30	02JUL12 17:05		Confirmed Class: Economy Baggage: 1 bag(s)

Do you notice something's wrong ?

Yep yep, quite much EFFORT to fly from Brussels to Helsinki when you're not in Belgium for starters... Megafaaaaaail. That's what happens when you find a cheaper ticket on the last minute and when you are pretty accustomed to buying plane tickets aka you get sloppy.

I was fucking choked, called Finnair but they can't do anything about it. + It's not like I booked the flights 15 minutes ago... I bought them two weeks ago and noticed only now when they sent me my itinerary or what ever. So yeaaah, good fucking luck getting to Rock Werchter ! (Probs forgot to mention but me and Masa are going!)

I just might might might might be able to turn things around.. we'll see! First have to contact some people and etc.

But if not... this is what IS going to happen (as I am broke, in debt and have no money to buy a new ticket):


Got a ride in a motherfcking JAGUAR !! 
MADE IT !

Photos from 2009 summer when me and Jasmin hitched from Terneuzen (Holland) to Gent (Belgium) so we could catch the train to the same festival I am aiming for this year - ROCK WERCHTER !!!!

-BUT, happen what happens, the fact is, that there is no way in HELL I am missing Rock Werchter and e.g. Kasabian & Deadmau5 play...! HELL NO-

Keep your fingers crossed and I'll keep you guys posted!

PS. There is this one thing that happened to me for the first time ever ! Two days ago this girl came up to me at work and told me she read my blog !! aww, made me so happy ! So, if you read my blog and see me, come say hi! I don't bite, I promise :)

Running away from the cops... twice

17.1.2012

Jesus, what a journey back home!!!



Woke up, Milka came to get me, and I was pretty sure I wouldn't get any of the souvenirs bought... I especially didn't have anything for my dad yet, because I had relied on the idea that I would go the Denpasar surely at one point and buy a kilo of Saffron from the local market. Well, didn't happen.

Managed to sort things though because Milka was a doll and drove me around <3 You are the best, girl! I bought my mom not-the-original, but still with-the-same-technique-made as the "most expensive coffee in the world" aka shit coffee (made in Indonesia). Original brand costs nearly 15€. And you know what the secret ingredient is? Shit. That's right. They get cats to shit and make coffee out of it... NICE.



Also, managed to sort the Saffron business... My dad can now say he is a very happy owner of Saffron worth of 4000€ ! I read on Lonely Planet, that you could buy Saffron for 230 000 rps/kilo at Denpasar's market, but actually, I managed to get it for an even better price! Milka drove me to Bintang Market and I was shocked to only find 50 gram bags of Saffron "fuuuuu i'm not gonna get my dad anything.. he won't do anything with this amount of Saffron". But then a light bulb lit in my head.. 1000g/50grams=20 bags and if one bag costs 7200rps, 7200 x 20 = 144 000 rps. I had to calculate again just to be sure - no fucking way, it's actually cheaper to buy it this way than from the market as a bulk ! I guess cause these bags are for locals and thus priced for locals... At the market I doubt I would've even got it for 230 000rps.. At least in Ubud they asked 250 000rps for _300_ grams. I was laughing  at the thought of emptying a plastic bag worth of tiny saffron bags on the table, when my dad would only be expecting a large package :D "Yeah, bought you a kilo...in 20 bags!" So yeah kids, paid less than 13€ for a kilo of Saffron.. do the math.



Anyway, we headed to the beach and I got my last share of Padang Food. I WILL MISS YOU, dear delicious Padang! Milka got her toe nails painted and when the lady asked me whether I wanted mine too, I was liek whatta hell, gotta get rid of this money anyways and I have probably 7 layers of black nail polish on my nails, which would be good to get cleaned up.



After the beach we headed to Kuta because this batini dyed singlet had been creeping in my mind for 2 weeks now so I wanted to buy it. Spent the rest of my money on those two tops and then Milka announced that we should go get my stuff from Canggu and leave to the airport. As we were driving and almost on the free way, a fucking cop tries to pull us over for me not having a helmet - we just speeded off.



When we got my stuff, and headed back towards Kuta (since the airport was that way) we get stuck in the lights. There's a line of four car ad heaps of scooter before us as I spot a cop - and a motor bike cop ! I tell Milka about this and tell her to get on the right hand side as soon as possible. It was nerve wreckingly exciting ducking behind Milka's PINK helmet so that the cop wouldn't notice my helmetlesness. What made it more exciting was that we were stuck in the lights. Just then as I am hiding behing Milka's back, I saw the neon yellow vest and the police hat shifting to the right hand side - to the side we were on. I try squinting as small as I can but the cop has noticed us and tells us to pull over with this angry expression on his face. We got off of he bike and the cop goes "You are not wearing a helmet and you ran away already once when I stopped you" - FUUUCK, it's the same cop : D



Milka had to go to his booth and I was just laughing at the thought that Mika doesn't even have a license.. Wasn't concerned though about that because I knew he Indo cops probably have no idea what the real Finnish Driver's License looks like. I was more worried about the sum we would have to pay him. I didn't have ANY money left.. I only have 150 000rps to get out of the country (airport tax). Milka returned and told me the cop wanted 200 000 rps but Milka had told him she had no money "go talk to your friend". As we were discussing what we would do (only pay the standard 50 000rps and I would pay Milka back with a back transfer) we saw the cop getting on his bike and speeding off.

"SHIIT SHIIT GET ON THE BIKE, DRIVE DRIVE DRIVE - FUCK, THIS COP WON'T LET ME GET ON MY PLANE FOR SURE IF HE CATCHES US LEAVING FOR THE _SECOND TIME_ TODAY!"



It was truly adrenalin-sparking business being driving the SAME _ONE WAY ROAD_  the cop was driving on. Not to mention that, as usual, the road was stuck with traffic and thus we could bump into him any minute. I kept my eyes open for the cops neon yellow vest as Milka drove. "STOP STOP STOP!!!!!"  Milk stopped JUST a _METER_ behind the cop ! He had pulled over some westerner and I was so amazed when the cop just took off withough noticing us.. I mean, we were so close that he should've probably seen Milka damn _pink_ helmet flashing in is rear-view mirror.



The cop took a right and we were sooo happy because the airport was on the left <3 We managed to get to the airport and I said bye and cya to my Milkyway <3 Promised her, that if she would get fined on the way back home, I would pay her back via bank transfer :D

Problems didn't end here though... oh no, not at all. As I payed my airport fee and proceeded to get my passport checked, the guy tells me
"you've overstayed your visa with one day"
"what?? noo... no, I mean I came here on the 17.12 and today's the 16th of Jan, right?" "Yeah... 31 days"
*did some counting*
"Oh nooo, what now?"
"You have to pay 200 000"
"200 000 '?!?!?! bu I don't have _ANY_ money *I show him my empty wallet thoroughly*"
"Get some from the ATM"
"But.. I don't have anything on my bank account.. Everything's on my savings account"

So I ended up having to get money out with my credit card (Thank god for Mastercard<3) and although I had to pay the same amount I payed for my whole month's visa, I was just laughing about it :) ..Although I still have no idea, whether the guy just came up with the number... I do not trust the officials in Indonesia... :D



Had my last Bintang on the airport (broke but still worth the 5€ I swipped with my Mastercard) and got on the plane to Kuala Lumpur. In Kuala Lumpur I nearly missed my flight because I was too busy reading blogs and didn't hear any announcements (there were none??). When I got to Amsterdam I felt utterly shit. All my muscles were hurting, I was chronically getting cold shivers, then again at times I felt as hot as an oven, my eyes hurt and the lights looked too bright and I felt very disoriented. I felt like crying because I knew I still had 6 hours to go before I would be home.

Now, writing this three days later, I can tell you, I apparently got TONSILLITIS. WTF. Was a bit surprised when the doc called me :D Oh well, like my mate said:

"mut mita suurempi fail sita parempi matka aina

se on sellane laki

oon huomannu tan kun oon suorittanu empiirisia tutkimuksia"

PS. Jeff told me on Facebook, that only the driver is supposed to have a helmet. But the cops just pull over westerners who don't know about the law with the hope of a bribe..

Last Days at Berawa Beach

Bored on the beach, I am...

The last days went by just chilling, laying on the beach and not doing really anything.
Fetched Milka's and my stuff from Jeff's villa  and went to stay at Putu homestay although it was really expensive for my day budget (well.. actually it WAS my whole day budget... without breakfast included... woot. too lazy and tired to care anymore). That first day I was just soo hungover that I went to the beach and fell asleep. I kinda had this race against time to get tanned. I hadn't cared to tan the whole time I was there, but at the end of my trip I kinda started feeling like I wanted to be a bit brown before heading back home to the cold...!

Taking photos of my jewerly, I am...

..And legs (DAMN Balinese Kiss!!!)
...Just Wishing I could go in the SEA. perkele. 

Anyway, when I got back from the beach I took another nap, and although I sill felt slightly hangover that evening, Jean and Jeff convinced me to go out with them. And I'm glad I went! We had such a good time. We arrived to Alley cats 25 minutes before it was closed and we just guzzled down double doubles, beers and tequila shots :D Afterwards headed to Eikon and just killed the dance floor. Had such a good time! I was really amazed that the guys where the ones who wanted to leave first - I mean, I was the one with a hangover and a sick case of lack of sleep. I actually considered that maybe I should just stay behind but fuuu, THANK GOD my drunken brain made a good decision for once! I realized that there would be no way I would get home - not even with a cab :D Try getting home in the dark in Berawa where everything looks the same and no one knows the street names 8) So yeah, got on Jeff's bike (wouldn't get to the back of Jean's no matter what! fucking mad man) and we headed to the servo to get some drunken munchiez... haha epic :D



The rest of the days went pretty much the same minus the partying.  Also Milka came the next day and we spent the whole day in my hotel room because of the sick thunderstorm. We went to have some dinner with Jeff & Jean, and me and Milka were supposed to go out with the Finnish exchange students/what not but then I started feeling suuuuuuper tired so I just went home (sorry Milka!). I was glad I went though. We had such a good time on Friday with Jean and Jeff that it would've been hard to top it ;)



On Sunday I did nothing but just wait for Milka to come and get me so that I could stay one night with her and her Finnish mates' villa but yeah, she might've had some obstacles on her way (like getting lost, going surfing with Kiwies and one guy getting into an accident...) so I never saw her that day. I felt so pissed off at myself for being so dependent of Milka and her bike... I really wanted to rent my own but I dunno... It was the nd of my trip, no one was there to teach me (Jeff had left and Jean was  busy with his own things) so I never got the courage to just rent myself one.



That evening I was going crazy cause I had eaten barely anything that day, all the shops were closed and I didn't have a scooter.. I decided to walk to Warung Satya (the place where we had brekkie with the germans and where we always ate with jeff and jean) and have some dinner. I called Jean and guess what - he was already there! He asked whether I wanted him to get me. When he arrived a minute later I got on his bike and told him I had to go to the ATM first. So we drove there and in the midst of out way Jean goes "Ohhh... so I finally got you on my scooter" "oh yeah... oh shit..." And then he started driving like crazy and aaaaa :D fuck. Thank god he didn't go on for that long.



BUT then Jean taught me to drive a scooter !!! AAAAA IT WAS AMAZING :D I only drove for like 30 seconds to the restaurant but my hands were shaking :D It was soooooo cool. Loved it. We had dinner with Jean's friends and had some beers  I really wanted to go out in Kuta (last night hey!) and I ALMOST succeeded in getting Jean on board. But I realized I didn't want to be on his bike after he had finished a bottle of wine (+ all the other booze he'd drink in Kuta) so I stopped pursuing him ;) It was a good decision though. I insisted to Jean I wanted to drive myself home on his scooter and I did. MAn I got hooked. NEXT TIME I'm gonna rent a bike from day 1. Seriously. LOVE the freedom of it! Hassle free, cheap, easy in traffic and super fun. Man. Choked, should've not been such a pussy ! No one cares anyways that you don't have a license - I mean, Milka doesn't have a license and she always just flashes her expired Finnish ID as her "driver's license" ;)

    Hähää! Mikäs sieltä muukaan kuin MUOVIPUSSI! - That's why you _keep your beaches clean!_

PS. My iPod is dead thanks for me being too hangover for my brain to think straight...

Ticket to the Moon

7.1 Berawa (Canggu)



Although I had had a shitty sleep due to Jonas’ snoring (seriously thought of sleeping on the couch at one point) I was happy to wake beside him. We were staying at Jean’s, Jonas’ french friend’s villa, which he was babysitting for his friend. When we finally got up I was a bit nervous to meet him because I kinda felt like an intruder in his house. Jonas and Jean were in full speed talking French when I came to say hi. Jean said hi and jus stared at me with this evil stare and smile and I was kind of confused what to say :D A week later on he told me with a snark that at first I wasn’t welcomed but now he would greet me with open arms. :D Gotta love Jean. I love it how he was just so French.. He would always look at you with this arrogant look on his face and say ”Uhalalaa” all the time :D Also his sarcastic and sometimes ”mean” French humor has to be mentioned when talking about him. BUT he is a really sweet guy and I really learned to like him :)



We went to Warung Satya with Jonas’ where all the rest of the Germans (Moritz, Flo, Jojo) and Jeff along with Milka where waiting for us. It was he spot where they all ate breakfast (and sometimes lunch/dinner) every day. Jeff had been eating there for a while, but a month ago when he really started hanging out with the Germans he also introduced them to the place.

 THE dress - and probably the worst picture to get the real feel of the dress!

After brekkie me and Jonas went shopping :D I just felt so happy sitting at the back of his scooter and even more when we went to the stores and I had to judge the clothes he was buying :D We were actually buying t-shirt for his brtoher but everything he put on looked so damn good on him that I insisted he should get in a size they both could wear :D I might’ve also gone a bit crazy in Seminyak... It’s full of boutiques so all the clothes are pretty unique and cool. So I see this lovely dress in the window and so we enter the shop called ”Somewhere”. I manage to continue this madness of a spending and bought a 800 000 rps dress.. hell-oh... day budget x 4.... :D I just had to buy it... It was just so me.. the crazy colors, lovely silhouette & cut and the way the dress screams ”LOOK AT ME” :D Also.. there might’ve been the Jonas-factor. When I called him to see what he thought of the dress, his eyes went O_O and he just went ”WOW” as he stepped from behind the corner... Sooo. You know... I just had to buy the dress.



After shopping we went to try to sell JoJo's board and fetch Jonas’ board bag that they had made for him. Man... Under 60€ for a custom made board bag (that fits 3 boards)?? I want one ! We bumped into Eddie, this Aussie guy who works and surfs in Simbawa, the island next to Lombok. He tagged along when we went to meet Jean for lunch at this Indian restaurant. All was well before I had to get up from the scooter. As Jonas got up, the board bag’s weight shifted me and my calve hit the steaming hot engine... I can tell you, it hurt. Because of what Carlos had told and showed me from his burn on his leg, I had been watching out the whole day of not touching my leg on the side of the scooter because I knew what would happen and I could also feel the heat. But still, I wasn’t fortunate enough not to get a Balinese Kiss. Or a Balinese Tattoo, like one would also say. Oh well ! At least now I have a memory of Bali and Jonas haha : D



Because of my burn I couldn’t surf Serangan. DAMN: when the waves actually looked like I could perhaps handle them ! Unlike that one time I nearly drowned... It was just me and Milka sitting on the beach and taking photos, talking about stuff (men). It was good to be a surffileski when for once you could actually tell where the guy you were supposed to follow was at (hooray for light blue shorts and a pink/light blue fish tail :D).



After Serangan me and Jonas left to get changed at his (well Jean’s) place. When we were driving the bumpy dirt road away from Serangan we were talking so much that we nearly had an accident ! We were only a meter away from the barrier before Jonas hit the breaks. Fuckk :D So close. A lot of laughter and the journey continued.



We got changed and all that and headed to the Jeff’s villa (or well, the villa he was babysitting) to meet the other guys (jeff+germans+milka+eddie+jean) for drinks since we were going out. Had a good time drinking beer although Jean was putting me through some kind of test buy making me open the beer bottle with a ligher. I was pretty confident I could pull it, since I had done it a couple of times in high school (oh, all that beer drinking...!), but fuck. I. JUST. COULDN’T.



Jean was just being all so french with his french humor ”oh Sandra, you DISAPPOINT ME, can not even open a beer bottle – should just kill yourself” *in a french accent that you can not really take seriously :D* At the same time all the guys were offering their help to me, but being to stubborn and to proud I announced I wanted to do it myself! Finally when Jonas’ gave me some advice I got that stupid Bintang open – JUST WHEN JEAN WASN’T LOOKING – He accused me of cheating :D



I may or may not have told you this, but Jean is the director in Bali of Ticket to the Moon, this company that makes mainly hammocks. So of course all the boys had hammocks from him (only for the cost of production) and there was at least one laying around every time. Jonas and Jean grabbed a hammock and decided to hang it above the pool from the trees that were beside the pool. I was sure the hammock would swing around (or the trees collapse/rope slide down) but amazingly it held Jonas and Jean ! Jean insisted for me to climb in and so I did – pretty afraid of falling in the pool and getting my dress wet. We got some ”promotional photos” for Ticket to the Moon haha :D



The guys also went a bit crazy and started hanging from two towels that Jeff had set for himself to do chin-ups with. I seriously thought someone would fall down and break their neck ! Luckily this didn’t happen. After enough Bintangs we got on the bikes with the idea to drive to Kuta. Just as we were about to leave Eddie drove into the fuckign ditch : D WTF. We hadn’t even left !!! Good fuckign start for drunk driving (which I DO NOT SUPPORT – by the way – It’s just that ”While in Rome” and besides,  there was no other way of getting back and to Kuta). We drove to Kuta and although I was a bit afraid (seems like that’s what I’ve only been doing the whole night) I truested Jonas to get us there safe. I as just so happy to not be sitting at the back of Jean’s bike because he drives like a fucking mad man :D



We went to Green Room, that was just beside the hotel me and Jasmine had been staying at. Never ever have I done so many shots in my lie in such a short time. I probably had 6 shots in only 15 minutes... Jonas or one of the guys would order us a tray of shots (40) and we’d just chug ’em and cheers to everything (christmas, new years, my b-day, jojo, etc). Thank gos Balinese shots are pretty mild (20%) unless if you get the good (fucking expensive) stuff.

We headed to Eikon to dance and had a good time. Danced Danced Danced. Really loved dancing with Jonas. He knows what he’s doing :) I had been worrying the whole night how the fuck we would get back home in one piece and my concearn just increased the more drunk I saw Joans getting (last night of drinking hey..). Thank god he just threw that tequila shot Eddie bought for us three over his shoulder :D Guess I had some good karma and luck when we managed to make it home safely with that amount of alcohol and all that heavy rain... But seriously kids, don’t play with your lives. Think of all the things you have to loose and wieight it with what you can gain. I don’t support drunk driving at all although I did get on that bike. Kinda feels hypocritical to to say and do the other but.. what’s done is done and i’m glad I came out of it alive (and on top of that it was a fairly fun night) :)

Top row: Jeff, me, Jonas, Jean, Eddie, Jojo -  Bottom row: Flo, Moritz, Milka

Some of the photos taken by Milka Koskela!

FML3

No walking, no surfing and definitely no volcano climbing for me 8(

Kävin tänään lekuris, meni 125€ ja sain kaikkee kivaa antibiooteista kivan värisiin nappeihin (vähä painkillerzei) ja vähän kans puhdistusainetta sun muuta mukavaa. Second Degree Burn. Kävelen en mielellään. Thank god tää sattu vasta vikalla viikolla! Harkitsin täs, ett pitäskö lähtee himppeen ku tuhlaan vaan aikaa ja rahaa täl hetkel, mut no joo. Dunno.

PS. Oon nyt Milkankaa Ubudis ja JAREDKIN ON TÄÄLLÄ <3

-Kunnon postaukset, sitten kun herään tästä koomailusa ja jaksan kirjottaa-

FML2

Olo ei näin freesi

Joooooo-o I feel SLIGHTLY like shit:

I can barely walk, koska sain "Balinese kiss" aka palovamman skobasta (niin basic tääl, jeff, moritz sun muut esitteli omia arpiaan), surffauskaan ei tule kysymykseen, koska mun palovamma on revenny yön aikana, tulehdusriski on suuri ja toi meri on ihan vitun paskanen. On snadisti hakattu olo eli toiv. en oo tulos kipeeks. Ripuleishönkin vaivaa. Myös kaks päivää sitten dokattu darra on hiipinyt päälle ja ryydyttää maan saatanasti (tää on hyvä ku kaikki kärsi eilen darrast paitsi hyperaktiivinen-sandra.. karma strikes!). Vettä sataa ku esterin perseestä (nyt tää wet season rupes sit vast näkyy) ja mun ja Milkan pitäs ajaa skobal Ubudiin...... oh hell no.

tjoo... täst varmaan puuttuis se, että oon raskaana tai jtn sinnepäin.. hohhoh (no ei nyt sentään äiti!).

Mitäs muuta. No, noi poitsut lähtee kans tänään backii mut onneks oon jo aika fine sen asian kaa.. : )

Milka tos paikkailee tärkeimpii kamoja (jäetään rinkat Jeffin villaan) ja pitäs vissii pistää noit märkii vaatteita kuivumaan (jotka tuskin kuivuu, koska tääl on niin kosteeta ja ulkonakin vain sataa). Koht käydään hommaa hammockit Jeanilta (Director of Ticket to the Moon !) ja sit ajetaan shithole-Denpasarin kautta Ubudii.

...Sekavaa tekstii mut yht sekavaa on meitsin pääs nyt.

PS. Jotain positiivista kuitenki on...! Olen nyt flippareiden SEKÄ connujen iloinen omistaja ! :) Eli Suomeksi, minulla on kengät ! (Joita aion nyt käyttää vain, koska sataa ja mun isovarpaas on haava lasinsirusta :D) JA conssit (aidot) makso vaan n. 23€! Kyseiset kengäthän valmistetaan Indois. :)