Well, I’m back in Helsinki. It’s kinda Yeh and a little Meh. “Yeh” cos I got back to my friends, boat and girlfriend, “Meh” cos it’s back to the grind, and travel is so much fun. Oh, and also cos they finally cut off access to Facebook and MSN at the office. Damn corporate firewalls..! *shakes impotent fist*
Anyway, my glorious return to Helsinki was well celebrated, so well in fact that I don’t remember much towards the end of that evening. However the beginning still stands fairly clear. That horribly rainy Saturday Helsinki was hosting a “Maailma Kylässä” festival, or a “World Village Festival” in English. It’s basically a large collection of handicraft and cuisine tents, full of crappy, expensive and fairly useless produce in case of the former and delicious and fairly cheap food in case of the latter. The stalls were all run by mostly stoned and usually dirty hippies and a variety of dubious “ethnic” people. Some shitty bands were playing very repetitive music with an astounding lack of talent as well, at least while we were there. Add occasional torrential downpours and you have an all-round nice way to spend your Saturday with some friends.
Oh, we also stumbled upon some zombie-nurses while picking up cash from the bankomat.I dunno, theydidn’t seem to be going to the festival, and I didn’t hear or read anything about a zombie-flashmob, but whatever. Maybe they just roll that way. We then proceded to bar-hop to Kallio, that bar district I have the good (mis?)fortune to live near that we so love and loathe. I’ve partly lost my recollections around the fourth bar. I have some memories of Lepakkomies, of meeting some friends there, and afterwards of buying an incredibly delicious chicken burger at a “snägäri” (or one of them midnight snack places that reek of grease, serve your burgers or hot dogs with a side order of pubes and that you’d never buy anything from when sober) on my way home. Except that I apparently didn’t go straight home, but walked my friend home first, which I only found out later by discovering a full can of lager in my bag that I apparently liberated to enjoy on my crawl home. I also suspect that I left one of my lenses for my new Olympus E-420 at one of the bars. It was the kit 14-42mm Zuiko, so not a great loss as it is not terribly good nor terribly expensive, but it still smarts.
The following morning, after getting over a moderately bad hangover, I drove to the boat and started preparing her for launch. I preliminarily agreed upon 15:00 or 16:00 for launch time with my usual crane driver, but nothing was set in stone, and the bastard never showed up or called. However that was of no consequence, since I managed to catch another crane driver in the act of lowering some H-Boat, and we agreed that he’d lower my boat for 80€ a bit later. Before that I tidied up a bit, touched up some paintwork on the sides, and waited for my fellers to arrive and give me a helping hand. And when they did, the crane guy drove up, swung my honey up, and plonked her down by the pier. We set the mast and that was it! Easy as 1-2-3. The engine started up ok, even thought the gasoline and oil mixture in the tank has been sitting there all winter, and might have had some remains of even older gas in there. And I must say that the guys from outboard maintenance in Puotila have done a heck of a job with my old Yamaha, especially considering that they only took 90€ and changed several parts as well. She purrs like a kitten now… We motored her to her berth, about 300m away, and didn’t do much else that day. The following day was spent trying to scrape the grime of the decks and cockpit surfaces in marvellous sunshine, and drinking weak, almost alcohol free beer. The decks now look as good as when I bought her, which is to say not that good but fairly acceptable. We also adjusted the stays, put up the railings and cleaned out the cabin. A very pleasant and productive day indeed, all thanks goes to my girly-girl, and Simich & Bonus! Their patience with me is a virtue quite beyond mere mortals.
Ok, then some links. First, these 10 artists would have been much better off if they quit while they were ahead. I don’t fully agree with the Weezer bit, but a good list overall. And speaking of artists, here are some promising fellows! Then one more comic relief bit, namely a dumbass pornstar named tried to set a blowjob world record and ended up in a hospital. The lesson here is probably to never bite off more than you can swallow, although that “bite” bit might not, and should not, be applicable to blowjobs and penises. Ok, time to go all science on your arse. Here are the 10 things that you probably didn’t know about the Hubble Space Telescope. Then feast on the 6 mysteries of the solar system. Oh, and now that North Korea has tested another nuke, and Iran is about to join the nuclear club, here’s a nice and simple guide on how to build a fallout shelter. Ok, me over and out.