I never hear such noises come from humans before my life and that includes when I lived in the house with three men hairdressers and the great Dane ( dog, not tall European) and the parrot in the cage and the old rotary dial telephone that ring ring all the time for one the hairdressers. He very popular, he did princess Anne's hair in the England when he live there.
Now, about the belgians and the noises. This the details and the circumstance. I don't speak Flemish very much so some this this translation may be bit lumpy.
Two the Belgies go the bathrooms together. Quiet for few minutes then I hear the noise like a trumpets in a big bowl, then laughing, then splashing, then laughing, then one come out go the bedroom get something in a jute bag, looked like mirror on a stick, then go back the bathroom. More trumpet noise and voice singing some sort of like song about bier and mussels and chocolates then more trumpets. Strange smell come out from under the door same time. Sort of soapy smell hard to describio.
When they both come out the bagno they both got towels on the heads, they look even taller than normal. I just act natural and say " nice song you sing " .
The girl Belgies says " kaaarlsdraatter di hen nichctegaalensbird"
She no songstress or seamstress.
What would you do ?
Is Martedi morning time, go coach the San gimgiano soon. Is just over this hill.
Apparently I have to sing with a band called the Kooks in the anfiteatro at lunch time. I just do the chorus work " you better run baby run, faster than my bullets.,... "
Salve
Marco di Sierra.
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