All About Sasha

A bit xian after the stupid website decided to wipe out 2 hrs of my typing..oh well, i shall re-type my strawberry experience when i have the urge again..now it seems like it took place so long ago though it was just about 4 weeks ago tat i was bending over rows & rows of strawberries..

And so, i decided to talk about our caravan mate, Sasha instead..

When we were shown our caravan, Sasha was sitting in his corner..he must be about least 6ft 2in? Quite 'dua jiak'(read : a bit on the plump side, wif a beer belly).first impression of him is tat of a 'guai guai zai'..mummy's boy pattern..wif rosy cheeks somemore..

Why do i say so? Well, he has this little teddy bear by his bedside..(yes, i'm not kidding) & he carries this small little gu niang bag when he's out picking strawberry..the kind of bag tat even i will think twice about carrying..

And oh, like the time, he bought a new handheld game(machiam western bar kind leh)..& he was really excited about his new toy..how do i know? Cos he woke me up at 1.30am(!) to show it off to me..tried to show me how it was played..or so i think..he was gesturing but i wasn't wearing my glasses so can't see clearly lah..fu-yaned him for a while before i finally signalled to him tat i wanted to sleep liao..

There was, however, one particular incident which changed our image of him..i will get to tat later..

We had guessed he was about 25 yrs but found out he's actually 30(or was it 33?)..hmm..first time i underestimate an ang moh's age..

As i've mentioned before, he's from Latvia..seriously speaking i din hear of this country before i came to this farm(it's next to russia)..he couldn't speak much english (his std of english is sama sama of my malay..meaning can only count up to 10..) He has this english-russian dictionary wif him & sometimes we would just flip to the word & point to him..but mostly, our communication was based on sign language..

Since i was sleeping in the living room wif him..i had the most contact wif him..which is why i found him to be a rather interesting character..

A few days after we arrived, he bought a new radio(i wonder if it's to drown out our noises?!) We're quite surprised since he couldn't understand english & true enuf, everytime the DJ starts to speak, he would turn the dial..quite exasperating for us cos sometimes we're trying to listen out for the weather forecast..(not forgetting the few times, we'd secretly turn on his radio when he's out)

Actually he's quite a nice guy..like he would try to tell us where to get the wage slip..or where we could get the pck boots for wet weather(he must have assumed we're staying for long)..he's also quite considerate..like he would lower his the volume of his radio at night when he saw tat i'm sleeping..

He also made some efforts to communicate wif us..the times when he saw us playing cards, he would just hang ard & watch us play..he also attempted to teach us his game but after several rounds, we still have no clue as to the rules & objectives of the game..

BUT there were a few habits tat we're..err...not very used to it..

#1. He doesn't bathe very often..i think he only bathed twice during the time we were there?! Instead, he uses this body spray which isn't exactly very pleasant-smelling to me(i was sharing the room wif him, rem?)

#2. Related to pt 1, he doesn't change his clothes much..or as often as we would like him to..we can't be sure if it's him or his clothes tat smell..anyway, we only saw him wash his clothes once..& it was in the dirty sink..which brings me to the next pt..



#3. He doesn't washes his dishes..AT ALL..he would use the pan to fry his fave fish fingers, then leave the pan & bowl there till the next time he uses it..oil & all..imagine tat..

The time has come to talk about THE incident..Sat was our day off & many of them spent the night partying(apparently this is the norm)..on fri nite, Sasha had gone over to our neighbour's caravan to party(never knew he was the 'partying' sort)..anyway, we were all sleeping soundly when he came back at about 1.30am to drag a bewildered cordell out of bed to the party next door. Needless to say, she was dumbfounded..somehow, she managed to talk her way out & escaped back to our caravan..

Watever came into him to drag her out, we never knew for sure..all i knew was he dead drunk when he stumbled back heavily into our caravan..not too sure about the time(din check my watch)..& i could hear him puking the whole night..thank goodness he still had the sense to run into the toilet to puke..i would have given him a piece of mind had he puked in the living room..the best thing is? he was up & out the next morning even before i woke up..& i think there was just this bit of 'awkwardness' between us(or at least him & cordell for tat matter) after this incident..

I think it was 2 days before we left when we saw some words on his towel tat made us go 'hmm..??!!'. The words? 'Neurologikal Klinik'

Aiya..i really regretted not taking a photo wif him before i left..really quite an interesting character..i think he's the closest thing to a 'russian roommate'(not including those whom i've met in hostels) i'll ever have in a long while..

Watever it is..i wish him all the best..be it in strawberry picking or watever he might be doing now..