11 days in Thailand – this post is so overdue, I don’t even know where to begin. Time here must be calculated in dog years – I’ve seen and done enough to fill up few months of life in Ukraine.
First of all, it’s the school, of course. And second of all, too, and third… In 6 working days we’ve learned to free pour, double grip and triple bruise ourselves during flair training. Our heads are dazed and confused with several dozens of cocktail recipes that we mercilessly shake, build and mix for at least 2 hours daily. We have written 3 theory tests and 6 drink quizzes. And we party – at least every other day. Continue reading →
I arrive to Phuket on Friday, November 5 – one month on the road, five to go. European Bartender School looks exactly like it did on the pictures: chill, laid back, yet professional – I like it at a glance. The outdoor lounge area is full of gorgeous blond kids in their twenties – early, early twenties. They turn out to be last month’s group: fit, blue-eyed, fair-headed Swedes, boys and girls in equal proportion. They’re giggly, mellow and utterly hungover: there was a wrap party last night. Continue reading →
Oh, the joys of backpacking! It all looks so grand and fucking dandy on the pictures. But then there are days when everything goes wrong. And today is one of those days!
I had a plan – to chill. It’s my last day in Ella – and my last day in Sri Lanka that doesn’t involve 11 hour train rides. On top of that, I’m about to embark on a mind-boggling endeavor: a month-long professional bartender course in Phuket. Think several dozens of kids in their twenties living in a dorm in twos and fours, learning how to get people hooked on overpriced alcohol… That’s my life for the next 4 weeks. Is it too much to ask to sit around on my ass with a book on the day before the hell breaks loose? Continue reading →