Part Two

Hey guys,

I'm right back from an amazing Thanksgiving Meal.

Turkey, corn bread, red cabbage and dumplings.
My first time eating turkey was in Thailand at Christmas and so I get the spin to my part two of my awesome trip to paradise beach.

Well, back to Thailand's V+Paradise Beach. Not every room had a jacuzzi on the balcony, but I got one. Guys, enjoying a drink in the jacuzzi is great, and with a jacuzzi a lot of girls want you. But this is another story.
My apartement would have been perfect even without the jacuzzi. When I saw the living place, I really saw how amazing life can be if you are rich. The coolest things were the welcome gifts. A cellphone with 10€ credit, a really big orange beach towel and three condoms. When I saw the condoms I got a little bit confused. "Three condoms? I thought we would spend a week in Thailand and not just three hours."
Anyway, it was party time! It's magnificent to make a party at a pool area and in the pool. Every ten meter stood big fridges full with alcohol where you could serve yourself.

Watch the video and you'll see how perfect it was. If you look closely you can see me dancing.
Have fun!

Next time I'll show you some pics.

Part One

Hey guys,

I' ve really won this shit. 300 people in a private resort in Thailand. Free beer, party, party and special guests. Klaas Heufer-Umlauf, Liza Li and Patrick Nuo.

One plane started from Berlin and the other one from Frankfurt. First day started with a get together party at 7 o'clock in the morning. The party people from Berlin were brought to an island in the sea and the "Frankfurter" on another. Both islands were equipped with a big breakfast buffet and huge iceboxes full of beer and V+ mixed drinks. The really nice thing was that both island fused to one island during the ebb. But see yourself.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E2evPWacvq0&list=UUFNL7U1Um3I2GzBgaFQluRQ&index=12&feature=plcp

Preview

Imagine you win a week with 300 cool guys at the V+ Paradise Beach.

Imagination became reality!!

Within the next days you'll get some impressions of an amazing summer.

Stay tuned!

God is a DJ

Do you know the feeling? This inner thirst? Like a vampire who`s long for blood. Usually I get this thirst Friday at 16 o’clock. But sometimes you sit together with a friend and ask yourself: How the fuck can we stench our thirst? We sat in a Bowling Hall, drank a beer (thanks to Aki, who brought free beer) and looked at each other. If he is a good friend of yours, then you do not need any words. It’s just the look and you know each other thoughts. “We need to go out tonight.” Thirst: Check! Money: Check! Place to sleep: One call! Check! (thanks to Princess Löllifee) Yeah, even at my age you can be spontaneous. One hour later we arrived in Münster. It’s Wednesday and the beginning of the new semester. Münster was crowded with a lot of people and everybody was in a good mood. Perfect condition. We went to our party-place and we were a little bit confused when we saw a big cross at the wall. 

“I knew it, God is a DJ!” We drank Veltins beer, tapped. Danced, switched the light on on the dance area and my friend felt in love (same procedure as every party night)

I need to revise my former statement. With Veltins beer you will never have the perfect condition for a good party.

5 hours later…

My friend came (after his love wasn’t big enough anymore or the girl kicked him) back to our sleeping place and slept on the couch (1.10 m) in the kitchen. And then we woke up. Holy shit!!! Headache of dread, dizzy belly and a drugged brain.

Veltins, one of the worst beers in world. And I tasted a lot of beers. At the moment I’m drinking Lasko.

What kind of people do you need to be to name your football stadium after this gnat’s piss? Never mind and hail Stauder. 

Next time I’ll tell you why I have to love Veltins actually.

 Beware of snakes - fuck sharks!!

At first I need to tell you that I’m drunked right now. Special offer today: Jim Beam Cola.

Special thanks in advance to the spellchecker!

What are you afraid of? Well, a lot of people are afraid of spiders, rats, sharks or snakes. But what would you prefer if you have to choose which fear do you have to fight with? Pretty easy answer to a friend of mine. He hates snakes and would rather jump from a skyscraper than being in one room with a cobra or an earthworm. 

Ok, let’s start with my new story. As I told you last time, I spent some time in Thailand few years ago. It’s Phi Phi Island again. We lived in a Bungalow which was circa 15 min by feet far from the party places. But it was not a regular way, it was a beaten path which led right through the jungle. Actually I’m pretty lazy and there weren’t any streets. Either you’ve walked or took the taxi boat. It’s kind of cool to go to a party by boat. Well, boat is a little bit overstated, it was a wooded nutshell. The next five hours are quite fast to tell. Drinking, dancing, kissing, drinking, drinking. When I told my friend that I go home, he was still in the party mode and stayed at the party. I walked home with a group of people and went to bed. Around seven o’clock in the morning it knocked at my door. I opened the door and I saw my friend completely wet and he looked like a breaded schnitzel with sand. “Who is him? The Man from Atlantis?"

Two hours earlier…

My friend went to the taxi boats and asked for a ride back to our bungalow, but the driver didn’t want to negotiate, so my friend laid on the boat and felt asleep. When he woke up the sun was shining, the taxi driver was gone and his watch was gone.

What would you do now?

A normal person would take the beaten path, but not my friend. His fear of snakes forced him to find another solution. He took his wallet and his cell phone in his left hand, lifted his arm upon the sky and swam through the gulf of Thailand back home. He paddled with one arm almost one hour to our bungalow, hurt his leg on a spiky stone and lost some blood. “Sharks? Don’t give a fuck! I would have killed this shark with just one clout. But these sneaky snakes? No way!” At least he made it. He has just forgotten to put his ID Card out of his pants. 

Please tell me your story about your “special” way back home after a party. Has anyone of you ever swum from a party??