Year: 2000
Time of year:
Country: Germany
Places / cities: Berlin, Rostock
On this trip, a number of things happened that might be perceived as a bit... "politically incorrect". We were young and stupid and times have probably changed a bit in a quarter of a century. You are hereby warned.
In the second year of high school, I and some others from Sotra High School went to Germany. This was an exchange trip organized by the school. Two or three teachers and around 20 beer-thirsty boys traveled down and were looking forward to meeting their hosts. The boys were told in advance that each host family had at least one girl the same age as the Norwegian pupils. But there was ONE exception. One host family was girlless. The "unlucky" Norwegian student often received joking comments along the lines of "the only thing you get under the covers is butt sex".
The journey first went to Berlin where we stayed in a small boarding house. One of the evenings, a group of the boys had found a place where an adult activity was taking place. One of the boys had received "oral pleasures" and was so captivated by the donor that he went back the next evening to experience the same activity. Unfortunately, no one knew the woman he had met, so he left without satisfaction.
Gradually the boys arrived in Rostock. During their stay, the boys were to visit a real German brewery called Der Rostocker. Admittedly, this was for the sake of culture, so everyone would get a "little taste". The tasting turned out to be STOOOOOR! The tasting went down smoothly in high gear. The German girl sitting next to me didn't like the lager, so she gave it to me. The glass was almost full and was quickly emptied. I dared to ask an employee for another taste of the good drink. The host was happy and a little flattered. "Über natürlich" was the reply. The third glass was emptied - and then I suddenly had to go to the bathroom. On the way to the toilet, I found out that he was a little winded. But the trip went well without lasting problems.
The next item on the program was a city walk. Among them, a shopping center was to be visited. I, needing to piss as I was, visited the toilets more often than the shops in the area. The washerwoman almost got rich that day. But the funniest thing was that I was well in the breeze before 12:00.
It didn't take long before I found out that I was popular with the German girls. The reason was not the amount of German beer I could drink, but the simple fact that I was the only one of the boys who socialized with the Germans. The other boys were more concerned with each other. They probably had hidden desires for cuddling, just like him who lived with a male host.
On a bus trip where Norwegian and German students and teachers were together, I wanted to make an even better impression with my largely non-existent German skills. At this point in time, Hans Magne had a braid. I found out that the German word for braid was "Zopf". In addition, I had learned from German teacher Nesbø a word that in German was "popular". With this knowledge, everything was ready to impress German girls with the German translation that "I have a braid and I'm popular". Loud and clear I declared that "Ich habe einen Zopf und bin geil". The line was said so loudly that all the teachers and even the bus driver performed a facepalm. All the girls laughed and all the boys wondered what the hell was said. The translation of the German line was is; "I have a braid and I'm horny". No wonder I became popular…
On the last evening in Rostock, a party was arranged. Many were intoxicated and looked it. The following morning we were to start our journey home with a bus trip. Fortunately, most people showed up. Unfortunately, there was one guy, Kenneth, who didn't turn up. We tried calling both him and the host family. No answer. In the end we just had to leave without Kenneth. Scary thoughts arose. What if he had been unlucky the night before and ended up in some bushes with his trousers on his knees.
Fortunately - an hour after we had started the drive - we received a call from Kenneth; He had just overslept.
When I got home and met German teacher Nesbø again, I had to tell about my unfortunate statement on the bus. His reaction was delightful; he shook his head and grinned before leaving, without saying a word. That's when it dawned on me; "Hot" was not a word that meant "popular", but was a word that was popular to use.