Home made Belarussian Vodka
During my 2nd charity mission to Chernobyl, our host families from the year before arranged a trip to the local beer (peevo) factory but informed us that that a big party had been arranged for that evening. After the tour we were shown into a room with a table of lots of different beers (lowest strength being 10%). Now to a bunch of geordies who had been cooped up in a minibus for 3 days travelling, this was heaven. Cue lots of drinking, eventually one of our hosts turned up and said it was time to go to the party. Arriving at the party, they introduced us to their latest batch of home made vodka. Russians love toasting so each of us in turn had to toast ourselves for bringing the medical aid for them. They then toasted us and on it went, next morning I awoke in an empty flat in a pile of what looked like purple papier mache. As my eyes came into focus I noticed the others all slumped in the same room. Feeling like absolute shite I went to see where I was, turned out we were in an empty flat next door to where the party had been held. To get us into the empty flat, our hosts had carried us onto the balcony and through a window into the empty flat. I went out onto the balcony and as the air hit me I felt my stomach contents moving, not knowing where the toilet was I vomited off the balcony, we were 7 floors up and I really hope nobody walked underneath at that time as it was a mixture of blood, vodka, and the afore mentioned purple stuff. This went on for a while which woke the rest of the group up. The tee totaller was able to tell some funny stories but apparently the purple stuff was pickled fish and I was stuffing it into my mouth as it was the nearest thing to me. I cannot stand the smell of or eating fish so this came as a shock to me. Our host then appeared and informed us our transport has arrived to take us to the local salt factory
( juliogeordio, Fri 19 Mar 2004, 10:43, Reply)