I'm looking for Simon Glenn Michael from a town in middle of Sweden. We met on campground A on friday evening when you couldn't find your camp (although it was neon-green and orange). You ate all my sausages and in exchange i got way too much of your danish booze called "fisk" that tasted like fisherman's friend. You had a cassette recorder hanging around your neck and we sang "last saskatchewan pirate", "all for me grog" and some volbeat songs together. I would have liked to stay in contact, but somehow that did not happen... Carina from germany
