I’m spending my birthday today in wintry Melbourne going ice-skating with my daughter Jasmine followed by dinner at a Teppanyaki restaurant (Jasmine just loves it when the chef throws food at her). I actually figured out yesterday that I’ve only had six birthdays in Melbourne in the past 20 years with ten of them being overseas (I also figured that because I wasn’t in the country then I didn’t technically have a birthday as such so I’m actually ten years younger!). I have had some great birthdays overseas, though. And just because it’s my birthday and I can do whatever I want I thought I’d share a few stories and pics from my OS birthdays with you.
A day of ‘summer’ skiing on the glacier followed by skolling six large beers in two hours because the hostel had a ten o’clock curfew (pic at top of blog).
What I didn’t do in Amsterdam for my birthday: smoke grass, eat a space cake, wear wooden clogs or go to a prostitute
What I did do in Amsterdam for my birthday: ate Poffertjies, ate Gouda cheese, drank Heineken and went to a live sex show.
Went ’summer’ skiing (again) on the Jungfraujoch Glacier then had a cheese fondue with 47 Koreans (I was working for Top Deck)
St Goar, Germany
Drank beer out of a glass boot and ate a schnitzel the size of my head.
I seem to remember lots of Fiji Bitters then me going up on stage to sing with the resident band – or something like that at least