Pekkakoo. At the risk of stereotyping, I spot your name as Finnish. So here is a story from a couple of decades ago. Staying in a beachfront hotel in Hikkaduwa, Sri Lanka, I was drafted as a troubleshooter for the owner.
There was a group of Finnish tourists staying at the hotel. One was a man on the crutches who was always drunk. No problem. But he had come with a girfriend from Finland, a common street hoe from Kemi, who soon began favoring locals. This left the boyfriend with his sap rising. One day he tried to get physical with a housekeeper, a straitlaced Muslim lady. That's when the owner came knocking, knowing I knew Finnish and was reasonably sober.
There were all kinds of additional developments in the next few days. At the end the hotel owner said to me: "What a pity, such a young man. He spent a lot of money to come all the way here and had no fun."
I responded: "What makes you think so? He seems to be having a wonderful time."
To Pekkakoo: Not to worry, mate. You are having fun too. You may not remember much but you get drunk and full-serviced on a regular basis. Lots of us envy you.
