Thong tha thong thong thong (I think I'll sing it again!)
Time to recall an amusing moment from Norway.
We were at Catrine's house, had just had finished our lovely dinner of home-made pizza , followed by some warmed up boysen-like berries with icecream. Actually, some explanation for the confuserated: Catrine is one of the girls I went skiing with in Åre and Riksgränsen/Narvik. She's studying medicine in Norway, but was on exchange in Umeå last semester. She's currently doing a placement as a doctor in a tiny town called Vang i Valdres in the middle of the mountains east of Bergen. We spent one night there with her, then she came to Bergen and hung out with us and Sølvi a bit there.
Anyway, back to the story. After dessert, we were catching up a bit and relating travel stories. Jo started telling one about our night of nights in San Sebastian, about the moments just before we found the kiosk thing to sleep in. The story went something like this (this is Jo speaking):
So Ian and Jeremy went off for a walk along the beach. Now, the whole trip so far Ian had been wearing some thongs which had plasticy-rubbery straps, and they were rubbing on his skin and leaving red marks, causing a lot of discomfort. But on this walk, he found a pair somebody had left behind on the beach which had fabric straps. They looked quite clean, so he tried them on and they fit perfectly! He wore these thongs for most of the rest of the trip. They also had rather fetching black-and-white patterns printed on them, so from then on they became his "dress thongs" and the previous pair became his "casual thongs".
Now, this story is 100% true, but as the story went along Jo and I noticed the growing look of horror appearing on Catrine's face (particularly when Jo described the rubbing and the red marks) and realised the double meaning of the word "thong". We reassured her that thong means flip-flop in Australia, and boy was she relieved!
Ah thong... you love it, I love it, Sisqo loves it. It's the word just keeps on giving!
We were at Catrine's house, had just had finished our lovely dinner of home-made pizza , followed by some warmed up boysen-like berries with icecream. Actually, some explanation for the confuserated: Catrine is one of the girls I went skiing with in Åre and Riksgränsen/Narvik. She's studying medicine in Norway, but was on exchange in Umeå last semester. She's currently doing a placement as a doctor in a tiny town called Vang i Valdres in the middle of the mountains east of Bergen. We spent one night there with her, then she came to Bergen and hung out with us and Sølvi a bit there.
Anyway, back to the story. After dessert, we were catching up a bit and relating travel stories. Jo started telling one about our night of nights in San Sebastian, about the moments just before we found the kiosk thing to sleep in. The story went something like this (this is Jo speaking):
So Ian and Jeremy went off for a walk along the beach. Now, the whole trip so far Ian had been wearing some thongs which had plasticy-rubbery straps, and they were rubbing on his skin and leaving red marks, causing a lot of discomfort. But on this walk, he found a pair somebody had left behind on the beach which had fabric straps. They looked quite clean, so he tried them on and they fit perfectly! He wore these thongs for most of the rest of the trip. They also had rather fetching black-and-white patterns printed on them, so from then on they became his "dress thongs" and the previous pair became his "casual thongs".
Now, this story is 100% true, but as the story went along Jo and I noticed the growing look of horror appearing on Catrine's face (particularly when Jo described the rubbing and the red marks) and realised the double meaning of the word "thong". We reassured her that thong means flip-flop in Australia, and boy was she relieved!
Ah thong... you love it, I love it, Sisqo loves it. It's the word just keeps on giving!
posted by I-Rock at 12:25 PM
5 Comments:
Most amusing.
"Fanny" and "route' are also fun words.
ha haaaaaaaaaa
I see KT's ha haaaaaaaa and raise it a chuckle.
I have a Canadian mate who's in Wollongong on exchange, and she still doesn't get why 'fanny pack' causes so much mirth. Also, last week she was trying to say that she'd had a lot of interest from Aussie men, which she has rejected, but she said 'I've been blowing off men left, right and centre'. He he.
I was just at the art museum, and lost my balance on my flip flops, calling out to my friend - 'ha ha, I've fallen out of my thong!'. People turned.
It was family show...
Yes ... I am reminded of the bbq that I was at when I first came over. I repeated complemented a chick on her "thong". She kept looking uncomfortable and changing the topic. I would bring the topic back, yes, I really like your thong... etc. Even when the penny dropped, she didn't seem very amused.
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