NVC October 2009 edition

[scotinmass 588]

He's not acting!

Wow, is there really no Scottish drunk actor? lol

There are 1 or 2 but they can't do Finnish accents. American actors are so much better at accents!

Isn't that the truth??? I just want to know how when singing, it doesn't matter where they are from they all sound american???

Have you not heard The Proclaimers?

Yes I have and I love them too!!!

"I would walk 500 miles and I would walk 500 more just to be the man that walked 1000 miles to fall down at your door"

Us Scots really are that romantic!

[david'sgirl 134]

He's not acting!

Wow, is there really no Scottish drunk actor? lol

There are 1 or 2 but they can't do Finnish accents. American actors are so much better at accents!

Isn't that the truth??? I just want to know how when singing, it doesn't matter where they are from they all sound american???

Have you not heard The Proclaimers?

Yes I have and I love them too!!!

"I would walk 500 miles and I would walk 500 more just to be the man that walked 1000 miles to fall down at your door"

Us Scots really are that romantic!

If you walked to me you would get seriously wet!

[scotinmass 588]

He's not acting!

Wow, is there really no Scottish drunk actor? lol

There are 1 or 2 but they can't do Finnish accents. American actors are so much better at accents!

Isn't that the truth??? I just want to know how when singing, it doesn't matter where they are from they all sound american???

Have you not heard The Proclaimers?

Yes I have and I love them too!!!

"I would walk 500 miles and I would walk 500 more just to be the man that walked 1000 miles to fall down at your door"

Us Scots really are that romantic!

If you walked to me you would get seriously wet!

I would swim 1500 miles and I would swim 1500 more just to be the man that swam 3000 miles to fall down at your door! Or maybe I'll let NWA fly me there instead!

[FinnLove 0]

I have a train story beyond all others. It all started when we left my in-laws in July to go back to Helsinki for a night and catch our prospective flights. Little did we know that the train conductor would give absolutely no warning, and while the Finn Man was outside of the train saying goodbye to his parents, the doors closed and the train zoomed off with me and the luggage and no husband with me on the train. I had no cell, no train ticket, hardly any euros...

A motorcycle gang guy offered to help me out, but he literally fell on the floor in a drunken stupor as he was welcoming me to Finland (even though I was leaving Finland)...

More to come...

As the train departed, my hubby literally ran along it, and I frantically tried to hit the open door button to no avail. I started crying as I saw his frantic face. Then all of a sudden, zoom, the train took off, leaving him behind.

I left the luggage and ran about five cars down like a psycho American chick! Not one single person spoke English. I found the train conductor. He spoke no English. My year of Finnish classes didn't help. He got some guy coming out of the bathroom to translate. Basically no, he couldn't stop the train! I had my pocket PC to get my hubby's cell # (which I can never memorize!). I wrote it down. My pocket PC died. I tried calling from the conductor's phone, then realize that in my panic and through my tears I missed a digit. So I still couldn't call him...

We both had flights leaving the next morning from Helsinki...

Finally the conductor's phone rang. My hubby and his dad had gone into the train station, and they in turn called the mean conductor. He told me to get off in three stops (through the bathroom guy who suddenly became a translator). I went back to the luggage but was still frantic. I then realized that there was no way I could get the luggage off the train by myself. And that's where the drunk "Welcome to Finland" motorcycle gang guy came into the picture...

Now who will play him in the movie?

More later...

So...the drunk "Welcome to Finland" Robert Downey motorcycle gang guy said he'd help me in his drunk Finnish accent. This was the only time I laughed on this damn train. He pulled his tshirt out from his body and said, "Welcome to Finland!" Then he asked if I was from Australia, which was so ironic because that's where I met the Finn Man in 1988. Like I have an Australian accent? HUH? Well anyway, he then fell against the wall. Then he fell to the floor. Of course, remember that I had no train ticket so I had no clue where my seat was, so I was stuck between cars with two suitcases, a backpack, a shopping bag, etc...well, everything but my hubby who was miles (kilometers!) away by then...so, here I am standing with all this ####### and a drunk felon rebel at my feet. He stared up at me and smiled. I laughed so hard! Finally, after minutes tick by and I hear them calling out a stop (in Finnish of course, so all I hear is blah blah blah), and I'm counting to three stops...so 20 minutes later I think I hear the stop I was supposed to get off at. Right after that the mean conductor comes by and motions that he'll carry my bags off (oh, beforehand he refused to help me thru the bathroom guy translator, hence the mean conductor name).

I had a fear of a "lost in translation" moment-thinking that maybe instead they told me my hubby would get ON the train in three stops. But I figured if the mean conductor came by and grabbed my bags, I needed to get off the train there. But then again, he was so mean that he could be tricking the poor crying American. Well, I got off the train at the 3rd stop...in the middle of nowhere in Finland...

Now who will play the super mean conductor who can't speak English?

[And_Sam 44]

I have a train story beyond all others. It all started when we left my in-laws in July to go back to Helsinki for a night and catch our prospective flights. Little did we know that the train conductor would give absolutely no warning, and while the Finn Man was outside of the train saying goodbye to his parents, the doors closed and the train zoomed off with me and the luggage and no husband with me on the train. I had no cell, no train ticket, hardly any euros...

A motorcycle gang guy offered to help me out, but he literally fell on the floor in a drunken stupor as he was welcoming me to Finland (even though I was leaving Finland)...

More to come...

As the train departed, my hubby literally ran along it, and I frantically tried to hit the open door button to no avail. I started crying as I saw his frantic face. Then all of a sudden, zoom, the train took off, leaving him behind.

I left the luggage and ran about five cars down like a psycho American chick! Not one single person spoke English. I found the train conductor. He spoke no English. My year of Finnish classes didn't help. He got some guy coming out of the bathroom to translate. Basically no, he couldn't stop the train! I had my pocket PC to get my hubby's cell # (which I can never memorize!). I wrote it down. My pocket PC died. I tried calling from the conductor's phone, then realize that in my panic and through my tears I missed a digit. So I still couldn't call him...

We both had flights leaving the next morning from Helsinki...

Finally the conductor's phone rang. My hubby and his dad had gone into the train station, and they in turn called the mean conductor. He told me to get off in three stops (through the bathroom guy who suddenly became a translator). I went back to the luggage but was still frantic. I then realized that there was no way I could get the luggage off the train by myself. And that's where the drunk "Welcome to Finland" motorcycle gang guy came into the picture...

Now who will play him in the movie?

More later...

So...the drunk "Welcome to Finland" Robert Downey motorcycle gang guy said he'd help me in his drunk Finnish accent. This was the only time I laughed on this damn train. He pulled his tshirt out from his body and said, "Welcome to Finland!" Then he asked if I was from Australia, which was so ironic because that's where I met the Finn Man in 1988. Like I have an Australian accent? HUH? Well anyway, he then fell against the wall. Then he fell to the floor. Of course, remember that I had no train ticket so I had no clue where my seat was, so I was stuck between cars with two suitcases, a backpack, a shopping bag, etc...well, everything but my hubby who was miles (kilometers!) away by then...so, here I am standing with all this ####### and a drunk felon rebel at my feet. He stared up at me and smiled. I laughed so hard! Finally, after minutes tick by and I hear them calling out a stop (in Finnish of course, so all I hear is blah blah blah), and I'm counting to three stops...so 20 minutes later I think I hear the stop I was supposed to get off at. Right after that the mean conductor comes by and motions that he'll carry my bags off (oh, beforehand he refused to help me thru the bathroom guy translator, hence the mean conductor name).

I had a fear of a "lost in translation" moment-thinking that maybe instead they told me my hubby would get ON the train in three stops. But I figured if the mean conductor came by and grabbed my bags, I needed to get off the train there. But then again, he was so mean that he could be tricking the poor crying American. Well, I got off the train at the 3rd stop...in the middle of nowhere in Finland...

Now who will play the super mean conductor who can't speak English?

Oscar the grouch?? I don't know!! We need the Scots to help out on this one~~

[And_Sam 44]

I would swim 1500 miles and I would swim 1500 more just to be the man that swam 3000 miles to fall down at your door! Or maybe I'll let NWA fly me there instead!

[scotinmass 588]

I have a train story beyond all others. It all started when we left my in-laws in July to go back to Helsinki for a night and catch our prospective flights. Little did we know that the train conductor would give absolutely no warning, and while the Finn Man was outside of the train saying goodbye to his parents, the doors closed and the train zoomed off with me and the luggage and no husband with me on the train. I had no cell, no train ticket, hardly any euros...

A motorcycle gang guy offered to help me out, but he literally fell on the floor in a drunken stupor as he was welcoming me to Finland (even though I was leaving Finland)...

More to come...

As the train departed, my hubby literally ran along it, and I frantically tried to hit the open door button to no avail. I started crying as I saw his frantic face. Then all of a sudden, zoom, the train took off, leaving him behind.

I left the luggage and ran about five cars down like a psycho American chick! Not one single person spoke English. I found the train conductor. He spoke no English. My year of Finnish classes didn't help. He got some guy coming out of the bathroom to translate. Basically no, he couldn't stop the train! I had my pocket PC to get my hubby's cell # (which I can never memorize!). I wrote it down. My pocket PC died. I tried calling from the conductor's phone, then realize that in my panic and through my tears I missed a digit. So I still couldn't call him...

We both had flights leaving the next morning from Helsinki...

Finally the conductor's phone rang. My hubby and his dad had gone into the train station, and they in turn called the mean conductor. He told me to get off in three stops (through the bathroom guy who suddenly became a translator). I went back to the luggage but was still frantic. I then realized that there was no way I could get the luggage off the train by myself. And that's where the drunk "Welcome to Finland" motorcycle gang guy came into the picture...

Now who will play him in the movie?

More later...

So...the drunk "Welcome to Finland" Robert Downey motorcycle gang guy said he'd help me in his drunk Finnish accent. This was the only time I laughed on this damn train. He pulled his tshirt out from his body and said, "Welcome to Finland!" Then he asked if I was from Australia, which was so ironic because that's where I met the Finn Man in 1988. Like I have an Australian accent? HUH? Well anyway, he then fell against the wall. Then he fell to the floor. Of course, remember that I had no train ticket so I had no clue where my seat was, so I was stuck between cars with two suitcases, a backpack, a shopping bag, etc...well, everything but my hubby who was miles (kilometers!) away by then...so, here I am standing with all this ####### and a drunk felon rebel at my feet. He stared up at me and smiled. I laughed so hard! Finally, after minutes tick by and I hear them calling out a stop (in Finnish of course, so all I hear is blah blah blah), and I'm counting to three stops...so 20 minutes later I think I hear the stop I was supposed to get off at. Right after that the mean conductor comes by and motions that he'll carry my bags off (oh, beforehand he refused to help me thru the bathroom guy translator, hence the mean conductor name).

I had a fear of a "lost in translation" moment-thinking that maybe instead they told me my hubby would get ON the train in three stops. But I figured if the mean conductor came by and grabbed my bags, I needed to get off the train there. But then again, he was so mean that he could be tricking the poor crying American. Well, I got off the train at the 3rd stop...in the middle of nowhere in Finland...

Now who will play the super mean conductor who can't speak English?

Oscar the grouch?? I don't know!! We need the Scots to help out on this one~~

Eh? Let me think!

[scotinmass 588]

I have a train story beyond all others. It all started when we left my in-laws in July to go back to Helsinki for a night and catch our prospective flights. Little did we know that the train conductor would give absolutely no warning, and while the Finn Man was outside of the train saying goodbye to his parents, the doors closed and the train zoomed off with me and the luggage and no husband with me on the train. I had no cell, no train ticket, hardly any euros...

A motorcycle gang guy offered to help me out, but he literally fell on the floor in a drunken stupor as he was welcoming me to Finland (even though I was leaving Finland)...

More to come...

As the train departed, my hubby literally ran along it, and I frantically tried to hit the open door button to no avail. I started crying as I saw his frantic face. Then all of a sudden, zoom, the train took off, leaving him behind.

I left the luggage and ran about five cars down like a psycho American chick! Not one single person spoke English. I found the train conductor. He spoke no English. My year of Finnish classes didn't help. He got some guy coming out of the bathroom to translate. Basically no, he couldn't stop the train! I had my pocket PC to get my hubby's cell # (which I can never memorize!). I wrote it down. My pocket PC died. I tried calling from the conductor's phone, then realize that in my panic and through my tears I missed a digit. So I still couldn't call him...

We both had flights leaving the next morning from Helsinki...

Finally the conductor's phone rang. My hubby and his dad had gone into the train station, and they in turn called the mean conductor. He told me to get off in three stops (through the bathroom guy who suddenly became a translator). I went back to the luggage but was still frantic. I then realized that there was no way I could get the luggage off the train by myself. And that's where the drunk "Welcome to Finland" motorcycle gang guy came into the picture...

Now who will play him in the movie?

More later...

So...the drunk "Welcome to Finland" Robert Downey motorcycle gang guy said he'd help me in his drunk Finnish accent. This was the only time I laughed on this damn train. He pulled his tshirt out from his body and said, "Welcome to Finland!" Then he asked if I was from Australia, which was so ironic because that's where I met the Finn Man in 1988. Like I have an Australian accent? HUH? Well anyway, he then fell against the wall. Then he fell to the floor. Of course, remember that I had no train ticket so I had no clue where my seat was, so I was stuck between cars with two suitcases, a backpack, a shopping bag, etc...well, everything but my hubby who was miles (kilometers!) away by then...so, here I am standing with all this ####### and a drunk felon rebel at my feet. He stared up at me and smiled. I laughed so hard! Finally, after minutes tick by and I hear them calling out a stop (in Finnish of course, so all I hear is blah blah blah), and I'm counting to three stops...so 20 minutes later I think I hear the stop I was supposed to get off at. Right after that the mean conductor comes by and motions that he'll carry my bags off (oh, beforehand he refused to help me thru the bathroom guy translator, hence the mean conductor name).

I had a fear of a "lost in translation" moment-thinking that maybe instead they told me my hubby would get ON the train in three stops. But I figured if the mean conductor came by and grabbed my bags, I needed to get off the train there. But then again, he was so mean that he could be tricking the poor crying American. Well, I got off the train at the 3rd stop...in the middle of nowhere in Finland...

Now who will play the super mean conductor who can't speak English?

Oscar the grouch?? I don't know!! We need the Scots to help out on this one~~

Eh? Let me think!

Stallone!

[And_Sam 44]

I have a train story beyond all others. It all started when we left my in-laws in July to go back to Helsinki for a night and catch our prospective flights. Little did we know that the train conductor would give absolutely no warning, and while the Finn Man was outside of the train saying goodbye to his parents, the doors closed and the train zoomed off with me and the luggage and no husband with me on the train. I had no cell, no train ticket, hardly any euros...

A motorcycle gang guy offered to help me out, but he literally fell on the floor in a drunken stupor as he was welcoming me to Finland (even though I was leaving Finland)...

More to come...

As the train departed, my hubby literally ran along it, and I frantically tried to hit the open door button to no avail. I started crying as I saw his frantic face. Then all of a sudden, zoom, the train took off, leaving him behind.

I left the luggage and ran about five cars down like a psycho American chick! Not one single person spoke English. I found the train conductor. He spoke no English. My year of Finnish classes didn't help. He got some guy coming out of the bathroom to translate. Basically no, he couldn't stop the train! I had my pocket PC to get my hubby's cell # (which I can never memorize!). I wrote it down. My pocket PC died. I tried calling from the conductor's phone, then realize that in my panic and through my tears I missed a digit. So I still couldn't call him...

We both had flights leaving the next morning from Helsinki...

Finally the conductor's phone rang. My hubby and his dad had gone into the train station, and they in turn called the mean conductor. He told me to get off in three stops (through the bathroom guy who suddenly became a translator). I went back to the luggage but was still frantic. I then realized that there was no way I could get the luggage off the train by myself. And that's where the drunk "Welcome to Finland" motorcycle gang guy came into the picture...

Now who will play him in the movie?

More later...

So...the drunk "Welcome to Finland" Robert Downey motorcycle gang guy said he'd help me in his drunk Finnish accent. This was the only time I laughed on this damn train. He pulled his tshirt out from his body and said, "Welcome to Finland!" Then he asked if I was from Australia, which was so ironic because that's where I met the Finn Man in 1988. Like I have an Australian accent? HUH? Well anyway, he then fell against the wall. Then he fell to the floor. Of course, remember that I had no train ticket so I had no clue where my seat was, so I was stuck between cars with two suitcases, a backpack, a shopping bag, etc...well, everything but my hubby who was miles (kilometers!) away by then...so, here I am standing with all this ####### and a drunk felon rebel at my feet. He stared up at me and smiled. I laughed so hard! Finally, after minutes tick by and I hear them calling out a stop (in Finnish of course, so all I hear is blah blah blah), and I'm counting to three stops...so 20 minutes later I think I hear the stop I was supposed to get off at. Right after that the mean conductor comes by and motions that he'll carry my bags off (oh, beforehand he refused to help me thru the bathroom guy translator, hence the mean conductor name).

I had a fear of a "lost in translation" moment-thinking that maybe instead they told me my hubby would get ON the train in three stops. But I figured if the mean conductor came by and grabbed my bags, I needed to get off the train there. But then again, he was so mean that he could be tricking the poor crying American. Well, I got off the train at the 3rd stop...in the middle of nowhere in Finland...

Now who will play the super mean conductor who can't speak English?

Oscar the grouch?? I don't know!! We need the Scots to help out on this one~~

Eh? Let me think!

Stallone!

Frank???

[FinnLove 0]

After thinking hard all afternoon, Jack Nicholson would be perfect for the mean Finnish conductor!

[And_Sam 44]

After thinking hard all afternoon, Jack Nicholson would be perfect for the mean Finnish conductor!

I can see that now!!

[david'sgirl 134]

I have a train story beyond all others. It all started when we left my in-laws in July to go back to Helsinki for a night and catch our prospective flights. Little did we know that the train conductor would give absolutely no warning, and while the Finn Man was outside of the train saying goodbye to his parents, the doors closed and the train zoomed off with me and the luggage and no husband with me on the train. I had no cell, no train ticket, hardly any euros...

A motorcycle gang guy offered to help me out, but he literally fell on the floor in a drunken stupor as he was welcoming me to Finland (even though I was leaving Finland)...

More to come...

As the train departed, my hubby literally ran along it, and I frantically tried to hit the open door button to no avail. I started crying as I saw his frantic face. Then all of a sudden, zoom, the train took off, leaving him behind.

I left the luggage and ran about five cars down like a psycho American chick! Not one single person spoke English. I found the train conductor. He spoke no English. My year of Finnish classes didn't help. He got some guy coming out of the bathroom to translate. Basically no, he couldn't stop the train! I had my pocket PC to get my hubby's cell # (which I can never memorize!). I wrote it down. My pocket PC died. I tried calling from the conductor's phone, then realize that in my panic and through my tears I missed a digit. So I still couldn't call him...

We both had flights leaving the next morning from Helsinki...

Finally the conductor's phone rang. My hubby and his dad had gone into the train station, and they in turn called the mean conductor. He told me to get off in three stops (through the bathroom guy who suddenly became a translator). I went back to the luggage but was still frantic. I then realized that there was no way I could get the luggage off the train by myself. And that's where the drunk "Welcome to Finland" motorcycle gang guy came into the picture...

Now who will play him in the movie?

More later...

So...the drunk "Welcome to Finland" Robert Downey motorcycle gang guy said he'd help me in his drunk Finnish accent. This was the only time I laughed on this damn train. He pulled his tshirt out from his body and said, "Welcome to Finland!" Then he asked if I was from Australia, which was so ironic because that's where I met the Finn Man in 1988. Like I have an Australian accent? HUH? Well anyway, he then fell against the wall. Then he fell to the floor. Of course, remember that I had no train ticket so I had no clue where my seat was, so I was stuck between cars with two suitcases, a backpack, a shopping bag, etc...well, everything but my hubby who was miles (kilometers!) away by then...so, here I am standing with all this ####### and a drunk felon rebel at my feet. He stared up at me and smiled. I laughed so hard! Finally, after minutes tick by and I hear them calling out a stop (in Finnish of course, so all I hear is blah blah blah), and I'm counting to three stops...so 20 minutes later I think I hear the stop I was supposed to get off at. Right after that the mean conductor comes by and motions that he'll carry my bags off (oh, beforehand he refused to help me thru the bathroom guy translator, hence the mean conductor name).

I had a fear of a "lost in translation" moment-thinking that maybe instead they told me my hubby would get ON the train in three stops. But I figured if the mean conductor came by and grabbed my bags, I needed to get off the train there. But then again, he was so mean that he could be tricking the poor crying American. Well, I got off the train at the 3rd stop...in the middle of nowhere in Finland...

Now who will play the super mean conductor who can't speak English?

The Sweedish Chef. Sure he's a muppet but it would be funny!

[And_Sam 44]

I have a train story beyond all others. It all started when we left my in-laws in July to go back to Helsinki for a night and catch our prospective flights. Little did we know that the train conductor would give absolutely no warning, and while the Finn Man was outside of the train saying goodbye to his parents, the doors closed and the train zoomed off with me and the luggage and no husband with me on the train. I had no cell, no train ticket, hardly any euros...

A motorcycle gang guy offered to help me out, but he literally fell on the floor in a drunken stupor as he was welcoming me to Finland (even though I was leaving Finland)...

More to come...

As the train departed, my hubby literally ran along it, and I frantically tried to hit the open door button to no avail. I started crying as I saw his frantic face. Then all of a sudden, zoom, the train took off, leaving him behind.

I left the luggage and ran about five cars down like a psycho American chick! Not one single person spoke English. I found the train conductor. He spoke no English. My year of Finnish classes didn't help. He got some guy coming out of the bathroom to translate. Basically no, he couldn't stop the train! I had my pocket PC to get my hubby's cell # (which I can never memorize!). I wrote it down. My pocket PC died. I tried calling from the conductor's phone, then realize that in my panic and through my tears I missed a digit. So I still couldn't call him...

We both had flights leaving the next morning from Helsinki...

Finally the conductor's phone rang. My hubby and his dad had gone into the train station, and they in turn called the mean conductor. He told me to get off in three stops (through the bathroom guy who suddenly became a translator). I went back to the luggage but was still frantic. I then realized that there was no way I could get the luggage off the train by myself. And that's where the drunk "Welcome to Finland" motorcycle gang guy came into the picture...

Now who will play him in the movie?

More later...

So...the drunk "Welcome to Finland" Robert Downey motorcycle gang guy said he'd help me in his drunk Finnish accent. This was the only time I laughed on this damn train. He pulled his tshirt out from his body and said, "Welcome to Finland!" Then he asked if I was from Australia, which was so ironic because that's where I met the Finn Man in 1988. Like I have an Australian accent? HUH? Well anyway, he then fell against the wall. Then he fell to the floor. Of course, remember that I had no train ticket so I had no clue where my seat was, so I was stuck between cars with two suitcases, a backpack, a shopping bag, etc...well, everything but my hubby who was miles (kilometers!) away by then...so, here I am standing with all this ####### and a drunk felon rebel at my feet. He stared up at me and smiled. I laughed so hard! Finally, after minutes tick by and I hear them calling out a stop (in Finnish of course, so all I hear is blah blah blah), and I'm counting to three stops...so 20 minutes later I think I hear the stop I was supposed to get off at. Right after that the mean conductor comes by and motions that he'll carry my bags off (oh, beforehand he refused to help me thru the bathroom guy translator, hence the mean conductor name).

I had a fear of a "lost in translation" moment-thinking that maybe instead they told me my hubby would get ON the train in three stops. But I figured if the mean conductor came by and grabbed my bags, I needed to get off the train there. But then again, he was so mean that he could be tricking the poor crying American. Well, I got off the train at the 3rd stop...in the middle of nowhere in Finland...

Now who will play the super mean conductor who can't speak English?

The Sweedish Chef. Sure he's a muppet but it would be funny!

I don't think he could be mean enough!!

[mlybrand 0]

I have a train story beyond all others. It all started when we left my in-laws in July to go back to Helsinki for a night and catch our prospective flights. Little did we know that the train conductor would give absolutely no warning, and while the Finn Man was outside of the train saying goodbye to his parents, the doors closed and the train zoomed off with me and the luggage and no husband with me on the train. I had no cell, no train ticket, hardly any euros...

A motorcycle gang guy offered to help me out, but he literally fell on the floor in a drunken stupor as he was welcoming me to Finland (even though I was leaving Finland)...

More to come...

As the train departed, my hubby literally ran along it, and I frantically tried to hit the open door button to no avail. I started crying as I saw his frantic face. Then all of a sudden, zoom, the train took off, leaving him behind.

I left the luggage and ran about five cars down like a psycho American chick! Not one single person spoke English. I found the train conductor. He spoke no English. My year of Finnish classes didn't help. He got some guy coming out of the bathroom to translate. Basically no, he couldn't stop the train! I had my pocket PC to get my hubby's cell # (which I can never memorize!). I wrote it down. My pocket PC died. I tried calling from the conductor's phone, then realize that in my panic and through my tears I missed a digit. So I still couldn't call him...

We both had flights leaving the next morning from Helsinki...

Finally the conductor's phone rang. My hubby and his dad had gone into the train station, and they in turn called the mean conductor. He told me to get off in three stops (through the bathroom guy who suddenly became a translator). I went back to the luggage but was still frantic. I then realized that there was no way I could get the luggage off the train by myself. And that's where the drunk "Welcome to Finland" motorcycle gang guy came into the picture...

Now who will play him in the movie?

More later...

So...the drunk "Welcome to Finland" Robert Downey motorcycle gang guy said he'd help me in his drunk Finnish accent. This was the only time I laughed on this damn train. He pulled his tshirt out from his body and said, "Welcome to Finland!" Then he asked if I was from Australia, which was so ironic because that's where I met the Finn Man in 1988. Like I have an Australian accent? HUH? Well anyway, he then fell against the wall. Then he fell to the floor. Of course, remember that I had no train ticket so I had no clue where my seat was, so I was stuck between cars with two suitcases, a backpack, a shopping bag, etc...well, everything but my hubby who was miles (kilometers!) away by then...so, here I am standing with all this ####### and a drunk felon rebel at my feet. He stared up at me and smiled. I laughed so hard! Finally, after minutes tick by and I hear them calling out a stop (in Finnish of course, so all I hear is blah blah blah), and I'm counting to three stops...so 20 minutes later I think I hear the stop I was supposed to get off at. Right after that the mean conductor comes by and motions that he'll carry my bags off (oh, beforehand he refused to help me thru the bathroom guy translator, hence the mean conductor name).

I had a fear of a "lost in translation" moment-thinking that maybe instead they told me my hubby would get ON the train in three stops. But I figured if the mean conductor came by and grabbed my bags, I needed to get off the train there. But then again, he was so mean that he could be tricking the poor crying American. Well, I got off the train at the 3rd stop...in the middle of nowhere in Finland...

Now who will play the super mean conductor who can't speak English?

The Sweedish Chef. Sure he's a muppet but it would be funny!

I don't think he could be mean enough!!

I've heard he is a mean drunk, though, ya sure, you betcha.

Mark

[FinnLove 0]

I have a train story beyond all others. It all started when we left my in-laws in July to go back to Helsinki for a night and catch our prospective flights. Little did we know that the train conductor would give absolutely no warning, and while the Finn Man was outside of the train saying goodbye to his parents, the doors closed and the train zoomed off with me and the luggage and no husband with me on the train. I had no cell, no train ticket, hardly any euros...

A motorcycle gang guy offered to help me out, but he literally fell on the floor in a drunken stupor as he was welcoming me to Finland (even though I was leaving Finland)...

More to come...

As the train departed, my hubby literally ran along it, and I frantically tried to hit the open door button to no avail. I started crying as I saw his frantic face. Then all of a sudden, zoom, the train took off, leaving him behind.

I left the luggage and ran about five cars down like a psycho American chick! Not one single person spoke English. I found the train conductor. He spoke no English. My year of Finnish classes didn't help. He got some guy coming out of the bathroom to translate. Basically no, he couldn't stop the train! I had my pocket PC to get my hubby's cell # (which I can never memorize!). I wrote it down. My pocket PC died. I tried calling from the conductor's phone, then realize that in my panic and through my tears I missed a digit. So I still couldn't call him...

We both had flights leaving the next morning from Helsinki...

Finally the conductor's phone rang. My hubby and his dad had gone into the train station, and they in turn called the mean conductor. He told me to get off in three stops (through the bathroom guy who suddenly became a translator). I went back to the luggage but was still frantic. I then realized that there was no way I could get the luggage off the train by myself. And that's where the drunk "Welcome to Finland" motorcycle gang guy came into the picture...

Now who will play him in the movie?

More later...

So...the drunk "Welcome to Finland" Robert Downey motorcycle gang guy said he'd help me in his drunk Finnish accent. This was the only time I laughed on this damn train. He pulled his tshirt out from his body and said, "Welcome to Finland!" Then he asked if I was from Australia, which was so ironic because that's where I met the Finn Man in 1988. Like I have an Australian accent? HUH? Well anyway, he then fell against the wall. Then he fell to the floor. Of course, remember that I had no train ticket so I had no clue where my seat was, so I was stuck between cars with two suitcases, a backpack, a shopping bag, etc...well, everything but my hubby who was miles (kilometers!) away by then...so, here I am standing with all this ####### and a drunk felon rebel at my feet. He stared up at me and smiled. I laughed so hard! Finally, after minutes tick by and I hear them calling out a stop (in Finnish of course, so all I hear is blah blah blah), and I'm counting to three stops...so 20 minutes later I think I hear the stop I was supposed to get off at. Right after that the mean conductor comes by and motions that he'll carry my bags off (oh, beforehand he refused to help me thru the bathroom guy translator, hence the mean conductor name).

I had a fear of a "lost in translation" moment-thinking that maybe instead they told me my hubby would get ON the train in three stops. But I figured if the mean conductor came by and grabbed my bags, I needed to get off the train there. But then again, he was so mean that he could be tricking the poor crying American. Well, I got off the train at the 3rd stop...in the middle of nowhere in Finland...

Now who will play the super mean conductor who can't speak English?

Okay, Swedish chef, whoever that is. Finns hates Swedes!

So I get off at Lappeentra or whatever it was, with the mean conductor throwing the suitcases off the train. At least he didn't throw momma off the train! So I'm standing there, and no one I know is there. No hubby, no Finn in-laws...and I'm petrified that my hubby got in one door as the suitcases and I were getting kicked out of the other door. I finally realized that I can turn on my cell (even though I can't make calls cuz I'm dumb enough to have Verizon) and get my hubby's cell # out of my contacts. I go up to some other Finnish dude (a NICE one!) and ask to borrow his phone. I call my hubby. He says, "I'm two minutes away!" I'm thinking he's at a different stop or two minutes from finding me on the train. ha! But he's actually driving to where I was!

So he and his parents finally pull up, and by then I'm emotionally exhausted and have been thru hell. The next train was a few hours later, so we lost a bunch of time alone in Helsinki...oh well. I made his parents take me to the biggest sand castle in Finland, because I remembered it was in that town! When we caught the next train, I held on to him for dear life because I had the fear of deja vu, Groundhog Day, whatever...

Lessons I learned:

1. Don't get on the train and stand there when your hubby jumps off to say goodbye to his parents.

2. The friendliest people on a Finnish train are the drunk motorcycle gang Hells Angels dudes.

3. When you need someone to speak English in a panic-type situation, they don't exist.

4. That big sand castle in Finland is super cool.

5. If you get motion sickness on a train, don't sit backwards (yeah, that's the way we sat for three hours to Helsinki. Nice last night alone!!!!)

The End! PS Who plays the nice Finnish guy who lent me his cell at the 3rd stop where I had to get off to meet my hubby?

Edited November 23, 2009 by FinnLove