Couch surfing in Belfast with foreigners...
13/07/2013 00:00
It was a controversial choice to suggest that my couch surfers travel over with me to Belfast to surf another host´s couch in the city. Especially as I was going to the "Boyne Celebrations" i.e. the Bonfire on the 11th of July and the big Orange Order parades on the 12th of July. Risky but they bloody loved it!
Spent the first day chasing a host for my surfer who had spent the week texting me rude messages.
Only revealed what an arsehole I thought the guy was when we finally got to Belfast and he couldn´t provide us with an address for my surfer to go to or a place and time to meet.
Just as well I have unlimited text messages to UK phones in my contract or the hundred messages exchanged back and forth between myself and the arsehole would have cost me a fortune.
Would rather have spent my time enjoying Belfast than playing cat and mouse with a dickhead who had previously said that he would "Enlighten me like I had never been enlightened before".
My grumpy, first thing in the morning thoughts (pre cup of tea and coffee) were, "fuck off you frog bastard - what do you think you are going to teach a Scottish girl ten years your senior?".
Obviously I never said this to him as my host in Belfast could only take myself, my little girl and one of the two "foreigners" I wanted to introduce to "My Culture" and so the other girl was relying on this fucker for a place to stay.
RAGGGEEEE! THE RAGE I FELT! Haha.. I may be bottle bonde (some say bomb shell - but they just want easy sex me thinks?? ) but I am a red haired girl at heart!