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Let’s do it! september 24, 2006

Posted by herraheri in Herra the Heri, Iceland.
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Hello, dear people!

Right now, I am in the mood to just start some babbling about this whole Iceland stuff. And as I’ve become a very spontaneous person, that is exactly the thing I am going to do.

Saturday, July, 29th – Day 1


The backpack – A drama in one act.

Persons:

  • Pissed traveller #1 a.k.a. Y
  • Pissed traveller #2 a.k.a. M
  • Indifferent airport staff

and, in a fulminant hallucination underpart:

  • The lost backpack

ACT 1, Scene 1

On the plane. The approach to Iceland is in progress.

M(euphoric). Man, these six weeks are going to be so cool, dude!

Y. Indeed.

M(still more euphoric). Let’s get really drunk tonight!

Y. OK.

The plane touchs down and some busy people start unloading the baggage.

M. Oh, great, I see our luggage!

Y. Fine!

M. I’d say we go in, buy some alcohol and then let’s roll!

Y. Já.

ACT 1, Scene 2

Inside the airport. The process of buying beer is completed. The two travellers come to the assembly line to pick up their baggage. M finds his stuff, but Y’s luggage isn’t on the line.

Y. What the hill?

M. Well, it’ll surely appear soon. Let’s wait a few seconds.

They wait. The backpack doesn’t appear.

Y(angrily). Ca suffit! Let’s go and ask these airport slaves what’s going on.

They do so.

Y(polite). Hey, I just arrived from Hahn, and my luggage isn’t on the l….

INDIFFERENT AIRPORT STAFF (screaming). YES, OK, WE LOST IT! DAMNIT! ONCE AGAIN! BUT LET ME TELL YOU THIS: I DON’T CARE! JUST GO OUT AND DIE IN THE FUCKING HIGHLANDS, YOU BLOODY TOURIST!

Y. Ha…

INDIFFERENT AIRPORT STAFF(calming down): Stop crying, man! What did you expect? We are IcelandExpress! But hey, why don’t you call our expensive hotlines several times in the next days? They can lie much better than me! They are used to pretend to do something for you! But I can tell you one thing, you strange person! We will NEVER search for your luggage and you won’t see one penny from us! HA!

Y. But…

INDIFFERENT AIRPORT STAFF(shouting): Go away!

ACT 1, Scene 3

Inside the airport, in the entrance hall.

M. Well, she couldn’t really help us, eh?

Y. Nah..I’m really pissed, man.

M. Yeah, me too. I guess the only thing we can do is go to Reykjavík and get seriously drunk. How ’bout that?

Y. Allright then, let’s do it.

ACT 1, Scene 4

What shall we do with a drunken sailor?

Act 1, Scene 5

It’s 2:00 am, Y and M sit on a bench on Laugavegur. M has stared on the ground for several hours, he fixed on one shabby slip of paper lyingin front of him. He finally picks it up and observes it.

M. Hey, take a look at this shit! It’s a postcard from your backpack! He’s in France!

Y. No way, dude!

He takes the postcard.

Y. (reading): Hello, Master Y. I am sorry, but I have to tell you that I am in Arcachon right now, that’s at the south-western French coast, just in case you cared. It’s really warm here and I am almost dry. There are some hot daypack-chicks down here. I believe it’s much better than in Iceland. Actually, who wants to go to Iceland? Well, nevertheless, I wish you a pleasant holiday, HA HA HA! Cheerio, Jack Wolfskin.

M. Ha! Look, there is also a picture of him on the beach with some small, stylish backpacks in his arms. He looks pretty cool with his sunglasses.

Y. Yeah…..

M. Will you answer him?

Y. Well, I guess I won’t.

FIN.

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