The night and fight of the young tourist drinkers

While nearly all people would only come to the Exiles in groups or at least pairs, I prefer to go their on my own. If it is quiet at the Exiles, one can enjoy the rumbling of the waves, which I find the most relaxing sound of all. One would miss it in company. If it is busy, it is a great place in order to watch the other guests and sometimes overhear unique conversations. One can't do this in company either, as one would be bored by a social conversation, like “I find this hamburger too well done” or “I have to go to the hairdresser tomorrow”. My companion may state the foregoing with great weight and expect a reaction, which, if not considered to be sufficiently empathetic, would result in an immediate attack on me preventing me to enjoy the Exiles.

I was once there at about 11 am, and, shortly after I arrived, three young tourists sat down at the table next to me. They were between 1.70 and 1.80 m tall, well built, around twenty years old and had blond hair. I did not find them particularly attractive. One of them had a large bandaid on his forehead.

They were there in order to have a light breakfast (beer and hamburger and beer and beer) and to discuss their last night, which they considered to be the best they ever had in their (short) life. Why was it the best night? Because they never had been so drunk before than yesterday. As they were so drunk, they had forgotten parts of what happened during the night and tried to reconstruct it during breakfast.

One of the things, that they remembered, was that they were at a place, where one could drink to ones heart's desire for a fixed charge of Euro fifteen. It seemed that they had big hearts. Big hearts result in big desire, resulting in lots of drinks. Unfortunately other patrons of this joint had big hearts, too, especially a group of Latvians. One of the Latvians apparently looked at one of the young tourists in what was considered an unsuitable way, resulting in an argument and a brawl. The Latvian, unfortunately, was a kickboxer, and wanted to check his maximum kicking height, so took aim at the young tourists forehead. Apparently the Latvian was in good kicking shape and had no problem reaching the young tourist's forehead with sufficient force to cause a 7 cm long wound. Blood was dripping from the wound, so the bar owner called the police, because he feared that the bloodstains may be difficult to remove from the furniture (most joints in this area have blood resistant furniture, but this one apparently could not afford it, because of the low priced all-you-can-drink charge).

The Latvians were rightfully of the opinion, that it was not them who stained the furniture, so they saw no reason for waiting for the police to come, and as the police usually doesn't like viewers to stand around, they left immediately. When the police arrived, they were gone, so that the police could only interview the young tourists. These, however, had already been so drunk, that they had difficulties understanding a foreign language, and certainly could not express themselves sufficiently for the police to start an investigation. The young tourists were also not sure, whether they even had a recollection of what had and what had not happened at that time. In order to avoid further staining of the furniture, the police asked the young tourists to leave the bar and recommended calling an ambulance in order to transport the bleeding young tourist to a hospital, so that he would not stain the pavement, which was an offense under the local community rules. The young tourist's forehead was sewed and the bandaid applied. The young tourists were very happy about the prompt medical service they received.

One matter, that the young tourists discussed for nearly half an hour, was the color of the hair of a girl, whom one of them had not only kissed. One young tourist clearly remembered that the girl was a blonde, while the other insisted that she was a brunette. It must be taken into account that Malta is a very ecologically minded island, so they economize on electricity, resulting in dimly lit bars. And, as the proverb says, in a dimly lit bar all girl hair looks dark brown. The kissing young tourist staid out of this quarrel, insisting that he had no recollection of the girl whatsoever, except that he did not just kiss her.

After finishing their breakfast the young tourists agreed, that it would be very hard to surpass the last evening, but that they would try their best tonight.

Now I understood why Malta was selected “party island of the year” by a prominent TV network. 

© GG 2012    

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