Into the Neverlands

They looked almost indistinguishably alike. Almost. Tall, well-built and muscular. Typical Neverlanders. So without paying too much attention I entered the door on the right hand-side only to find the place quite crammed with blokes on my way back. It's happened to me before. I think I might update my profile. Enjoys exploring male toilets. You must consider the fact I am myopic, yet the amount of times it has happened to me in the Neverlands is worrying. On the other hand, that particular time the only tiny (mind you, really tiny) difference was swinging somewhere around the hips while the towers, to quote Solomon, were not towering at all. So could I be blamed?

I'm quite convinced the Neverlanders do this on purpose - in order to confuse those who cross the perimeter of their country. I understand that the boundaries between sexes and all things gender here seem to be melting away sooner than anywhere else (while the Arctic Age of all things LGBTTQ in the suburbia I come from will probably never end), but I just want to find the right door next time. What happened to the old triangles?

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Do not joke with the Swedes about the fact that the most spectacular scenery in the Scandinavian peninsula starts exactly were the border parts their country with Norway, yet leaving the latter with the best. Politely nod the head when somebody tells they come from a country of which you know little or nothing. Stop saying "fair play" - nobody apart the Irish seems to understand what play and why fair. Do go to all drinks possible - on the first week many of them are free, if you're lucky you can even nick a bottle of Chilean Merlot and even if the night ends up in the most godforsaken place I've seen in Utrech so far the guys you were having drinks with yesterday will keep you company while you watch the members of the local fraternity club sporting their, as a German girl put it, Ralph Lauren shirts and heavily overgelled hair. They like their gel in the Neverlands.

Everything is almost like in ""L'Auberge Espagnole"". A brainstorm of faces, names, countries, languages, accents and subjects of study. And lots of hair gel.

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