World greatest roommate has left Bifrost. The hotel isn't the same without you, it's so emty ! We miss you soooooo much even tough you only left yesterday!!!!!!
Have fun in Finland honey.
See you later, alligator
georgio
Sandra

No comments, that^s wierd... hope it doesn^t mean, that you^re not keeping track of us.
anyway, this^ll be our last post from the road, as we^re leaving Morocco today, and are taking the train up through Spain... hopefully. We thought, we were smart when we bought train tickets before heading to Morocco, but only just now we^ve found out that the f""""""" b"""" at the train station made them out for the wrong date...!!!
Hope we^re not too seriously fucked... or that is to say, hope we^re in too much trouble.

Gulli & Emil

gulli told me to write something here on the blog... he can be hard like that sometimes. But at the end of the day when he cuddles in his Moroccan made afrodisiac blancet, passed out on red wine bought on the African black market, I forgive him everything
We've met some nice people every once in a while, and that's all the reason we need to spend about a thousand Icelandic kroner buying a bottle of wine off some really shady character.
Some of these nice people give us good advice on where to go and so now we're planning to have a look at some waterfalls (probably not nearly as nice as the Icelandic ones, but still...) hang out with some Morrocans, who will hopefully not try and scam us of any more money, and sleep under the open sky.
After that, I guess we're gonne head for France again, where Gulli is gonna go to some concert, and I'm gonna hang out with some family. (I'd almost forgotten I had any) I probably should make an effort to make this mail sound more indescent, but that's gonna have to wait till some other time. Once again, I feel a cravin' for some food, and because Gulli has some fetish thing about not going to McDonald's, it might take some time for us to find some nice traditional Moroccan place and for them to cook up something that won't give us the shits... again.
 
Hope you're all doing fine, and miss us a lot :-)
Emil and Gulli

HI guis, well thanks for the message but i did not get it! seb i think you 're rigth about most of the irish but some of them in the country side close to the nature are just great people! Actually in Dublin & where i work i know more foreigners than irish alot of people from the Est of Europe. i celebrated my birthday it was a great party but i don't remember the end , too much drink & as usual i was crying...ohlala.
Hope everything is still great in Bifrost. Who plained to climb Baula this summer? Another dance party is coming soon?
have fun & enjoy to be all together.
see you
marie

FROM MOROCCO

yeah, so we^re stuck in fes now, qnd obviously they don^t have anything that compares to a normql f%%%%%% keyboard here... anyway, Gulli wasted most of the time here looking qt gay sheep porno websites, so I^m gonnq hqve to keep this short...

"wish you were here"

thqt^s it... short qnd to the point. like one of those poscqrds thqt people you don^t really care about send when in Mallorca or so,ething... which reminds me thqt we actually did buy some postcards to send. the adress is FH Bifrost, ICELAND, right?

anyway, Gulli says hi and all thqt, but because he wants to use the computer some more, I$ll better just publish this

...and Happy Birthday, Marie...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARIE!!!!!

We hope you heard the phonemessage we sent you here from Bifrost:)

Brian we need you here ! SOMEONE misses you sooo much and is taking it out on the rest of us ! Nobody works as well as you and nobody says f*** off as you soooooo PLEASE take the next plane to the Ice. ;o)
Ofcourse we miss all of you and Biiiifrost is NOT the same without you guys !

So after an exhausting day of drinking rum in the sun yesterday, and walking at least fifty metric kilometres a day, (ahem...)we wrote a blog and then unfortunately lost it under circumstances that we should go into detail about here... but it definately wasn't Emil's fault.

Anyway, Gulli went to pick up the wierd Dane-boy at the airport on wednesday, and Emil was very surpriced to be picked by a sheep scort service. As it turned out, Gulli has just gotten a lot more woollen around the ears (and God knows where else) and after some misunderstandings and a thorough walkthrough of the entire Parisian Metro system, we went to pay hommage to Jim Morrison, Oscar Wilde, Edith Piaf, Moliere and la Fontaine. (Rest in Peace, friends)

... Now, noone here is saying that Gulli doesn't know how to make proper use of the trains in France, but later he did also somehow mysteriously (willfuly, maybe) make us miss the last train to Rennes, forcing us to nice sleepover at the train station. We played an interesting game "where can we go, or does anybody know how to get to Rennes?" and "Battleships", that Gulli somehow managed to win (cheating bastard)
[first of all, its not my bloody fault if the train system here in france is fucking stupid... secondly... uhm... secondly... it aint my fault that the last train leaves paris at 9 o'clock in the evening not around ten as i thought...]

So anyway, we slept a bit on the floor, some on the train heading to Rennes, and some in the apartment in Rennes, where Gulli has been squatting for some time now, claiming that his friends live here...
Prety beat up, we went out to have alook at Rennes, and after walking at least (!!) another twenty or maybe even forty or fifty kilometres, we ended up in this rumbar, where they serve all kinds of rum. It was pretty good, except for the part where actually drank the rum, which brought up some bad memories.

Hopefully today, we can get started on the drinking some regular beer at the SKA-festival and urinating on sheep in the wild. Incidentally, we have been worrying how much longer we can keep up these lame sheep jokes, so if anybody would like to place at bet, they can do it here. Also, any guesses who of us will be the one to leave France in a box?