On Tuesday, to celebrate St. Patrick’s day in good ol’ Ireland, we went out with the Arabic team. I know it’s not politically correct to refer to your friends as “the Arabic team” but since we work with country teams all the time, we really do refer to them as the Arabic team. =) Dublin was packed full of green-faced revellers and I wasn’t really in the mood to go and hang out in smelly bars with drunken people. So we opted for a long dinner in, at a Spanish/Italian restaurant in the city centre. So grown up huh? Skip drinking for a civilized meal. =)
We had two huge paellas, the best Italian garlic bread I’ve had and some mediocre house wine.
The best part about dinner: I came up with one of my best ideas yet.
I was talking about the Lonely Planet book that I’m reading — it’s about the couple who actually started the Lonely Planet empire. They were young twenty year-olds looking for some adventure in the mid seventies. With a few hundred pounds in their pockets and an old beat-up van, they decided to DRIVE from London to Sydney Australia. DRIVE. Through Europe, the Middle East, India, Asia and across to Australia. They arrived in Sydney with 37 cents between the two of them and the blessing of British passports that gave them the legal right to earn some money to get back home.
I’ve decided that I want to do this. It’s got the exact combination of insanity and danger that i thrive on. And I’m looking for adventure seekers who are willing to join me – preferably big and burly so that you can fight off attackers when we’re in the middle of nowhere Iran in our old beaten up van. Oh, someone who knows how to change a flat tire will also be an asset.
Any takers?
