Breakfast on Pluto

Manchester... I came here with Maarja and Ingrid to earn the last pennies of our fundraising.. well, we have done some money alrady. But more fun. Maarja - a blond "mysterious girl", whom you should know to describe. Ingrid - a ginger country girl with a temporary lip failure. They're both kind of lookers, and I'm the one who has to do the thinking and decision making part.

It's been almost constant joke here. We had blind luck and found a place to stay in the city centre at a girl's place. We're basically never home at the same time, so it's like having our own home in the middle of everything here - or 5 minute walk from further places and 10 minute walk from the furthest places. In the working days we stumble to the university and sell as many magazines as we can during our max 3 hour long working hours. First we have a long sleep and a nice breakfast, of course (I've only been to Starbucks once!) and then we fill our time with high class entertainment. First Sarah, our lovely hostess must have thought we're the nerds of the nerds as we stayed at home every night, reading books and sleeping while she had her friends over. Sometimes we really spent a quiet night in, having wine with pointless movie and talking about our secrets that noone should know. Well, until now, anyway. It was quite crazy, in a matter of fact. Me and Ingrid shared a marten (nugis) back in CICD (wow, it's almost 2 weeks ago from these events.. it seems so far away) and so we had to discuss every aspect of it, and all the topics that felt revelant.. it's gooood nobody understand estonian here, otherwise I would be ashamed. at least a little bit.

The local Gay Village is 30 seconds walk (and 20 seconds run) from our house. But the clubs that we have visited so far are full of horny middle aged men who are insisting us to kiss each other (and them, as well, eventually) all the time... yack Maybe we'll have more luck today. I wonder, will we really go fundraising today?

"Breakfast on Pluto" is a cute film. You should see it. We did. And we were almost thrown out from the cinema after it...

PS! Tenho muitas saudades de voce, querido Brasil! Vou voltar pra voce! Um dia, vou voltar!!! Bejios!

Like, seriously, dude...

Howdy. It's about 8 weeks until I put my small (actually, not that small) white feet on the Black Continent. Unbelievable. I'm thousand pounds from my dream, anybody who wants to donate to a poor volunteer to go and help even poorer Mozambiqians, let me know!!!

We spent a few days in Manchester with the Estonian maffia (read: the most beautiful girls in school, whom everyone hates and secretly admires, because in some odd reason every one of them is so beautiful and not ashamed to talk and laugh louder than anyone else and also because of the impossible and wonderful hobbit-language they use that noone understands). We stayed in a house full of Aussies and New-Zealanders. It was cool. We found them through a site where people offer free accomodation. In some reason, they didn't accept me as a member. :( But anyway, staying there was great fun. We occupied the attic, Mark's bedroom with DJ equipment and a lot of photos on the diagonal wall. You should have seen it - there was no place to step, every inch of the tiny room was filled with 3 girl's luggage and all that comes with it... Mark, by the way, is a New-Zealander-cutie with dreadlocks and a 'weird at first, but deadly funny later' friend Paul who looks like a really tall hobbit and doesn't even mind. There was also a cute aussie-couple Sarah and Stu and another girl Annie. We all played a tell-all game "20 questions", ate good food and even better candy and pizza, went out and danced a bit too close and snored on the sofa afterwards with too many shots in our blood and "Shrek 2" being totally NOT understandable on TV. They teached us some very useful aussie slang, which, like, seriously, dude, I cannot really remember anymore. Oh, and of course, we did some fundraising as well. (They have some good museums in Manchester).

And then we all flew home to snowy, tiny and oh how sweet Estonialand. For the first two weeks we rested from each other (or at least, they rested from me as I met noone from the gang) and at the same time we shared the time to take care of our Brazilian friend Fabricio who through some amusing twist of fate stayed in Estonia for 3 weeks. We showed him all the possible museums in the capital, he had to drink as much beer and vodka as possible (now I can surely say, he did not last very well) and eat as much blood sausage and sauerkraut as possible (don't forget sauna - oh, and he does not like to ski). I remember him moaning after another meal that he has probably gained some 7 kilos already. The temperature stayed between +2 on the very warm and -13 on the really cold days. Huh... shivers. Anyway, we also dragged him to some other towns and villages of our country and he seemed rather pleased of what he experienced (in spite of the fact that we got bored to speak English all the time so he had to cope with not understanding or just learn Estonian - well, I did kind of practice my lost Portugues, though).

The last week at home was a total zombi-one for me. I could hardly sleep out of new-year's eve when I was violently dragged in to constant party. It's a tough work, you know. But I learned a lot from it. (Maybe I could get some experience points for it?)

Now we're all back, safe and sound, and I feel older than ever.

I'm only happy when it rains...