A modern time young hippie I met in Peniche, who made "jewelry" from colourful plastic beads and strings, gave me the idea to give him some competition by making my own collection, using only available natural materials found along the beach.

After a couple of days, I returned to town (more or less dressed like a genuin hippie from way back then), carrying a small frame made of bamboo, on which I displayed my "jewelry". After a somewhat slow start, they sold like free tickets to a Dyland concert, disappearing from the bamboo rod with the speed of a fart in a desert storm.

Young tourists paid  5-6 Euro for my back to nature bangles, without even trying to push the price.

However... my new found plastic-hippie-friend  told me to get stuffed, and get the hell out of his sight. I was a ruin to his turnover, and he told me that he didn't accept any such shit from an old fart like me.

-"Peace brother", I tried, but his vocabulary was by then reduced to more than fifty pecent "fuck", and I realized with some sadness that the turd was nothing but an egocentric capitalist in hippie disguise. A skinny little turd, having smoked his brains out by the time he left primary school, and now probably being paid by rich parents for staying out of sight.

I grabbed his skinny arms, told him what we do to unfriendly shit smokers  back in Norway. He looked at me with terrorstricken eyes,  and I could clearly hear a continuous flicker from his ass, as he quickly grabbed his plastic junk and left. Bloody shit head!... I've met such phony junk before... Odin rules!


However,  what i have written above, is only the beginning of the story about my hippie stint in Peniche. It got much worse... and the full story appears HERE