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Hello internet, I just updated with a new post about my forthcoming mess of a career as a swimming coach. Have a read why don’t you and help me fight school slag one slag at a time! 

Australian readers: ‘slag’ is one of the best words you can possibly hope to learn in Dutch. School slag translates roughly to ‘school stroke’ (which is dutchie for breaststroke) and more importantly – *Slagroom* – means whipped cream. Get that freakin tattooed somewhere, you will not regret it.

After three hallways, two elevators and one very confused receptionist, I found the hotel swimming pool.

By the time I had reached my destination, I had already fallen out of favour of the morning swim,  so I only managed to convince myself of a few lazy laps before coming back to my room.

Despite my laziness, I still managed to come back with beautiful rosey stoned eyes. Damn you, chlorine!

Back to work. Switzerland.

Na drie gangen, twee liften en een zeer verward receptioniste, Ik vond het hotel zwembad.

Toen vond ik het zwembad heb ik niet willen zwemmen, dus ik alleen zwommen tien ronden voor dat ik terug naar mijn kamer.

Ondanks mijn lui, ik heb nog steeds rode ogen. Godverdomme, cholrine!

Terug aan het werken. Zwitserland.