Take care, if I don´t see you this Easter. And everyone wears Gant in Madeira

I just read my last input and I apoligize for any misspellings, blame it on the wine.

Yesterday we went for lunch at a friends place, I ate lamb with rice, potatoes,bread and sweet potatoes...yes, we love carbs here. Before the lamb I had 8 different cheese from the region and wine LOADS of wine. Than 3 different kind of dessert and 6different kind of apertif. I just discovered my asian glow. And this is how it is foodwise, everyday.

Less than one week left here and things are going very slooooooow,I liiiike it. We wake up around 10am, have breakfast and than bum around the island in our car. Have a coffee here and than a drink at some local bar where alcohol is served 9am in the morning. And occasionally we have a meaningless dicussion about which color is more masculine; blue or black. Until some amigos calls us and wants to meet up with at the northcoast and grill some fish, more drinks and smoke...there is always someone supplying...no worries. After the dinner(at 11pm) we head down to the local bar where the young people look like they just stepped out of a sleepy college movie from the 80s. The Madeira fashioncouncil is predecting the come-back of the "Canadian tuxedo" next spring. Anyways, we have a couple of punchas(very strong sugarcane rum with honey and lemon) out on the street standing, noone seems like to sit here. Maybe it is some STD-prevention method I don't know about.

On our way down to the bar last night we passed by a cafe where a small girl that was obviously fat and also big boned with glasses thick like hell stood. Alright, she was like 5 years old and extremly ugly, actually more retarded look. Anyways, me and AJ cracked up when we saw her because our brain is the size of a green pea right now. Antonio(AJs half danish friend) looks back at the little monster and goes - " But No Gant". Sorry, I know all of you probably don´t find this funny because your brain is not the size of a pea. But I just died in laughs there on a back street of a small coastal town on Madeira, everything I needed was a fat kid with bad eyesight and a portuguese/danish dude that talks like Borat.

Happy Easter filha de putta! (mothafucka in portuguese)