"No Problem, No Problem"

    Note: this may be one of the greatest stories of all time.  Remember this story and pass it on to your grandchildren.  If you don't have grandchildren, find someone, and tell them. 

    It all started out on an sunny day in Greece, yes Greece.  David Rosenberg, Cassidy Lundin and Ryan Stroker decided to rent mopeds and cruise the landscape of the Island of Corfu.  We had no clue where we were going.  We knew that if Dave lead us that we might end up in Afghanistan, so I took the lead and started out going north.  We didn't know what was ahead of us but we were bound to find out. 
    The landscape and scenery was beautiful.  On the left was crystal clear water and on the right was acres upon acres of olive trees.  We had the road to ourselves and the wind was in our face.  Little did we know that we'd be naked in no less than 5 hours. 

    Not every inlet had a sandy beach, in fact most of the beaches were made up of rocks.  So every beach that had sand was populated with people up and down.  We drove up the coast looking for inlets with beaches.  Every time we found a beach, we would traverse the hills down to the shore, park our bikes and check out the water. 
    Around every turn we would encounter new beaches but anywhere we went were the same olive trees.  We drove around for about three hours up and down the coast absorbing the sun and coming to the realization that we were in the Greek islands in the fall with our shirts off and cruising around on mopeds. Wow.

    Of course we had to stop and get some gyros, after all, we were in Greece.  The gyros were not what we would call typical by U.S. standards.  They were flat on a plate and they threw in some fries in there as well.  Who knows. . .but they were good and we inhaled them.  We got back on our bikes and rode off to find some other beaches.  Around every corner we would find unbelievable landscapes. 

   After about 3 hours of riding around, going from beach to beach, we decided that we wanted to find a small area to relax for the rest of the day.  As we rode, we saw a beach that looked small and perfect for relaxing for a couple of hours.  We traversed back and forth down the steep roads and parked our mopeds on the beach.  We pretty much plopped down right at the shore and started to relax as if we were filming a Corona commercial. 
    As the three of us sat at the shore, we started to play with the sand, making drizzle castles.  Five minutes later, an older man came up to us and tapped Cassidy on the shoulder.  He didn't speak a word of English but waved us on, wanting us to follow.  He brought us around the end of the beach to an area where the beach sloped up to an embankment.  This man must have been about 70 years old and had mud all over his knees, elbows and waist.  He reached over to the embankment and grabbed some of the mud that he had on his body and put in my hand. "Thanks," I said.  He wanted me to put it all over myself. So what the heck, I did.  The three of us started to put it on our arms and legs to humor this guy.  Great, so that was it.  We had mud on our arms and legs, wow, this is great and that was it. Right. . .that was far from it.
    Our new buddy was not happy with mud on just our arms and legs, he wanted more.  He started to help me out with mud on my shoulders and back repeating to us, "No Problem, No Problem."  He rubbed it all over my back and stomach as Cassidy and Dave sat there in hysterics.  Then our new buddy showed me how I needed to take my shorts off and rub it all over my two.  Well, I wasn't as excited about that so I kindly deferred.  Oh!  No, that would not be acceptable for this guy.  In Greece, men and women are not afraid to lose their clothes and are obviously very secure with their sexuality because this guy was not afraid to lose his trunks right in front of the three of us to show us how to complete our mud bath.
    "This man is taking his clothes off." we were thinking.  We were in disbelief.  All the while saying "No Problem, No Problem."  Then to top that off, he started to pull at my shorts while spreading mud closer and closer to my ---- "Whoa!"  I said, "I'll take it from here." We couldn't believe what we were doing but we figured that it would be well worth it for the story.  So for the story we started to do it.  Three young college graduates are getting naked in Greece with an old man and spreading mud all over themselves.  That's tough to beat.  (You can see the mud deposits behind on the embankment)

    As our buddy made it clear, our next job was to sit in the sun and let the mud bake.  Over some time, the mud dried and started to tighten on our skin.  It was the coolest.  As we sat there baking in the sun, butt naked, we realized exactly what is was that we were doing.  It was September, we weren't in school, we were in the Greek Islands, we had mud caked all over us, and were butt naked with an old Greek man.  Go figure. 

    We sat baking in the hot sun for another 15 minutes or so trying to figure out how exactly we would explain this to all of our friends.  The mud continued to dry and we could feel it really tightening on our skin.  We thought that maybe this stuff wasn't going to come off and then this old guy was going to sell us the only remedy in the world that would take off this Greek mud.  We had no clue what was going to happen, but the one thing we did know was that we had to get a picture.  This task was lead by none other than David Rosenberg who bravely walked around the corner to the populated beach, butt naked, to get the camera to forever put this happening in the annals of history.  Well, he did it and thank God.  We set up the picture of us with the old man and he insisted that we take the picture with our hands up in the air.  This was not going to happen.  
    So we did it and here it is.

Please feel free to e-mail Cassidy or Dave and let them know your thoughts on the issue
Dave - dar0senberg@hotmail.com
Cassidy - calundin16@yahoo.com

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