Brussels, Brussels, Brussels. Well Brussels is in Belgium for those who did not know. Belgium is the home of waffles, good chocolate, and Mannekin Pis. Mannekin Pis is a statue in Brussels that many people flock to see. Its a fountain of a little boy, naked, pissing. Actually water coming out a statues pines. It is suppose to represent a story where a little boy saved the palace from being blown to bits by peeing on a bomb. Anyways its fantastic, and people love it so much that they make outfits for it all the time with strategically placed holes of course. When we saw him he was dress as God knows what with some sort of alien pasta strainer on his head. If this is not enough for you then what will really dazzle you are the hundreds of shops carrying innumerable items in the shape of a small boy peeing. We're talking magnets, postcards, bottle openers, earring, aprons, it goes on. i think my personal favorite was the cutlery set with small boy peeing handles.
Right so Allie and I stayed at a hotel here because they were just as cheap as a hostel. Well we were living in luxury with the two single beds- smashed right together. Honey moon suit for sure!
Anyway besides this great sight the city of Brussels also offers the aroma of straight shit in the air constantly. That's about it. No offence Brussels but didn't really do it for me.
We went to Bruges for a day trip though which was a really cool place. It wasn't bombed during world war two like most of the rest of Europe so all the architecture and scenery is preserved and looks kind of fairytale-esque. There we climb a clock tower and strolled around (it only smelled like shit at the very entrance of one particular building so that wasn't to bad). We went to a Church as well that is the sight of a miracle in that they have some of Jesus' blood. I touched it.
Well Brussels was the place that Allie and I parted way as well. I was to take a train on to Paris, and Allie a flight to Dublin, and then Edmonton. Well while Allie boarded a shanty train to the airport followed by major delays, I boarded a train. Oh did I mention it was first class and somehow got it for cheaper then a 2nd class ticket. Oh and it came with three course meal including smoked salmon mouse, fresh strawberries and wine. Minty.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Friday, June 26, 2009
Luxembourg- where people shit gold bricks and then spend them.
Next stop Luxembourg. This was kind of a random stop on our trip but we fit in there and just went for it in Luxembourg city. when we got there we had a bit of trouble finding our hostel. We were wandering around ( I was chatting on the phone with Heather not really helping) and this greasy long haired boy came up to us and asked if we were looking or the hostel. We said yes and apparently so was he- even though he had stayed there the night before and was just out for the day he couldn't remember where it was. Anyways we wandered around this place and eventually found the place. I realize by this time that we had not introduced ourselves and went to do so. Well this person introduced them selves as "Fishy" and I knew from then on I was avoiding this dude like the plague. Allie told me later on that his name was quite fitting because before she even knew it she was going to refer to him as sour patch because of his aroma.
So we settled in to the place then went to find some dinner. Well in Luxembourg its apparently a task just to find a place without valet- let alone somewhere we could actually afford to eat. We ended up finding a pizzeria type place and walked into to the chef asking us how we were. Allie answered by yelling hungry. Well this proved a good move because we got free appies sent to us by the kitchen. Besides this we decided to grab a beer at this place- just a local one, you know try the true Luxembourger experience. We got this stuff called Leffe (actually from Belgium) and it tasted just lie Kidney beans.
After dinner we walked down a canal and saw lovely sights- huge swarms of mosquitoes, some sort of derelict house being used as a anarchy clubhouse, the usual. When we got back to the hostel we wanted to ask where a good place for Internet and all that jazz was since it cost an arm and a leg to use at the hostel. Well the waste of space behind the counter responded with and I quote "well if you girls want to get wasted you pretty much have to go to town and one of those pub or whatever". I say sorry I was looking for an Internet cafe. he says oh yea I think they are opened till midnight. We just bypassed that question all together and asked him how to get to a walking trail. He was so helpful- actually had no idea what we were even talking about and kept talking about getting wasted. We decided to just give up on this turd and go to bed.
At this point Allie and I had been reading the last two harry Potter books aloud to each other on the trains. I now uber geeks, but passes the time. So we were over tired at this point and I decided I was going to come up with some spells. Well I saw a bike tire that had popped and thought I could come up with a spell to inflate it. Well in Harry Potter a lot of the spells end in '-io' so I went for the most obvious choice of yelling infellatio WRONG. I'm pretty sure they wont' be using that one in the next movie.
Luxembourg has all these fortified areas and underground castle tunnel things so we adventured in a few of these. We realized that we have been going underground in quite a few of the cities we visited, quite interesting. We also realized that Luxembourg is a little right for our blood, and it was time to move on the Brussels.
So we settled in to the place then went to find some dinner. Well in Luxembourg its apparently a task just to find a place without valet- let alone somewhere we could actually afford to eat. We ended up finding a pizzeria type place and walked into to the chef asking us how we were. Allie answered by yelling hungry. Well this proved a good move because we got free appies sent to us by the kitchen. Besides this we decided to grab a beer at this place- just a local one, you know try the true Luxembourger experience. We got this stuff called Leffe (actually from Belgium) and it tasted just lie Kidney beans.
After dinner we walked down a canal and saw lovely sights- huge swarms of mosquitoes, some sort of derelict house being used as a anarchy clubhouse, the usual. When we got back to the hostel we wanted to ask where a good place for Internet and all that jazz was since it cost an arm and a leg to use at the hostel. Well the waste of space behind the counter responded with and I quote "well if you girls want to get wasted you pretty much have to go to town and one of those pub or whatever". I say sorry I was looking for an Internet cafe. he says oh yea I think they are opened till midnight. We just bypassed that question all together and asked him how to get to a walking trail. He was so helpful- actually had no idea what we were even talking about and kept talking about getting wasted. We decided to just give up on this turd and go to bed.
At this point Allie and I had been reading the last two harry Potter books aloud to each other on the trains. I now uber geeks, but passes the time. So we were over tired at this point and I decided I was going to come up with some spells. Well I saw a bike tire that had popped and thought I could come up with a spell to inflate it. Well in Harry Potter a lot of the spells end in '-io' so I went for the most obvious choice of yelling infellatio WRONG. I'm pretty sure they wont' be using that one in the next movie.
Luxembourg has all these fortified areas and underground castle tunnel things so we adventured in a few of these. We realized that we have been going underground in quite a few of the cities we visited, quite interesting. We also realized that Luxembourg is a little right for our blood, and it was time to move on the Brussels.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Hear the Bell Run like hell
Amsterdam was awesome!!!! There is almost as much barf on the street there as there is in Edinburgh. The whole city is just canals everywhere, everyone ridding bikes, really liberal (obviously) but just an overall good vibe in the city. We were booked in a Christian hostel which was bizzaro not going to lie. night prayer and surveys about how you pray is not really what I'm looking for in a hostel. However it was clean and a decent place to hang your hat at night so not too many complaints.
Bikes there are crazy!! You get out of the train station and there is a three story car park- filled with just bikes. You are way more afraid of getting hit by a bike then a car for sure! Its is hilarious because you see a mom with a kid in a bike seat in front of her... and then two more kid's seat behind. 4 people on one bike it was hilarious. Also I think I saw one person wear a helmet the whole time. Not even the police on bikes wear helmets- they actually usually have long hair all down waving in the wind. Also when there is a bike lane in Amsterdam, that apparently means that if you are on something with two wheel you cna go for it. Bikes, scooters, motorcycles, htye all rip up these little paths.
Anyways Allie and I were pretty pumped on finding some traditional pancakes and found a great place called Sara's pancake house. I'm about 90% sure she is not originally from Amsterdam, or Holland for that matter, but she still knew how to make some good pancakes.
So basically our days were filled with exploring all the canals, going on tours, and dodging bikes left right and centre. The funny thing about tours in the city are that locals there are so tired of tourists that they actually yell liar at tour guides to make the tourists think that they are getting some crazy tour. In fact they tell you this is going to happen before you even start tours so that you know they aren't just stringing you along. Sure enough the first one we went on an old man with a fist full of fries yelled at our tour guide about being a liar. Quite the sight actually.
However it wasn't the best interruption of a tour on our trip to Amsterdam. We also went on a tour of the red light district. this place is bizzaro. Ladies in windows to be purchased for sex. Well we toured around and saw "the sights" You would not believe some of the stuff. A rather large woman was wearing a jean skirt that did not in fact cover her rear at all and I got an eye and a half full of her business. Anyways about part way through that tour an old drunk man- wearing slippers- came up to our tour and started rambling about the district. He actually started calling himself Mary J. Blige and told us that even if you only pay for 15 minutes with a lady that you have to try and stay with her longer, and announced his record was and hour and a half. after this great enlightenment his fun was over because he then announced that if our guide was a prostitute he would buy her for sure.
We also discovered where the best of the best ladies can be found- its a tiny sketch alley just down the road from the Prostitute union office... and a kindergarten. I didn't know where to look- eye contact, no eye contact? what is the protocol. Well let me tell you its not to take pictures. There are stickers on all the windows saying no pictures and one guy attempted. A crazy huge bouncer came out and tried to smash the guy's camera. then we were told that a lot of the ladies have bottles of urine beside them to throw at people who try and take pictures. mmmmmmm.
Once the frolic in the red light district was over we did some reading by the canal and more exploring.
On our final day in Amsterdam we rented bikes and ripped around the city. this is by far the best, and most fun, to get around the city- highly recommended! We rented them so close to when our train left that we actually went to our hostel picked up our packs and then rode back to the train station with them. Hilarious! We are talking about backpacks that weigh about 12kg and go from the back of my head to below the waist. Basically it was a mission to not get thrown off the bike when turning corners. We laughed hysterically the whole way.
Bikes there are crazy!! You get out of the train station and there is a three story car park- filled with just bikes. You are way more afraid of getting hit by a bike then a car for sure! Its is hilarious because you see a mom with a kid in a bike seat in front of her... and then two more kid's seat behind. 4 people on one bike it was hilarious. Also I think I saw one person wear a helmet the whole time. Not even the police on bikes wear helmets- they actually usually have long hair all down waving in the wind. Also when there is a bike lane in Amsterdam, that apparently means that if you are on something with two wheel you cna go for it. Bikes, scooters, motorcycles, htye all rip up these little paths.
Anyways Allie and I were pretty pumped on finding some traditional pancakes and found a great place called Sara's pancake house. I'm about 90% sure she is not originally from Amsterdam, or Holland for that matter, but she still knew how to make some good pancakes.
So basically our days were filled with exploring all the canals, going on tours, and dodging bikes left right and centre. The funny thing about tours in the city are that locals there are so tired of tourists that they actually yell liar at tour guides to make the tourists think that they are getting some crazy tour. In fact they tell you this is going to happen before you even start tours so that you know they aren't just stringing you along. Sure enough the first one we went on an old man with a fist full of fries yelled at our tour guide about being a liar. Quite the sight actually.
However it wasn't the best interruption of a tour on our trip to Amsterdam. We also went on a tour of the red light district. this place is bizzaro. Ladies in windows to be purchased for sex. Well we toured around and saw "the sights" You would not believe some of the stuff. A rather large woman was wearing a jean skirt that did not in fact cover her rear at all and I got an eye and a half full of her business. Anyways about part way through that tour an old drunk man- wearing slippers- came up to our tour and started rambling about the district. He actually started calling himself Mary J. Blige and told us that even if you only pay for 15 minutes with a lady that you have to try and stay with her longer, and announced his record was and hour and a half. after this great enlightenment his fun was over because he then announced that if our guide was a prostitute he would buy her for sure.
We also discovered where the best of the best ladies can be found- its a tiny sketch alley just down the road from the Prostitute union office... and a kindergarten. I didn't know where to look- eye contact, no eye contact? what is the protocol. Well let me tell you its not to take pictures. There are stickers on all the windows saying no pictures and one guy attempted. A crazy huge bouncer came out and tried to smash the guy's camera. then we were told that a lot of the ladies have bottles of urine beside them to throw at people who try and take pictures. mmmmmmm.
Once the frolic in the red light district was over we did some reading by the canal and more exploring.
On our final day in Amsterdam we rented bikes and ripped around the city. this is by far the best, and most fun, to get around the city- highly recommended! We rented them so close to when our train left that we actually went to our hostel picked up our packs and then rode back to the train station with them. Hilarious! We are talking about backpacks that weigh about 12kg and go from the back of my head to below the waist. Basically it was a mission to not get thrown off the bike when turning corners. We laughed hysterically the whole way.
Douches of Deutschland
not going to lie. Berlin has waves of stinking like shit. It was built on a bog and there for has nasal assault every half block or so. Don't worry its still cool. While I did tell you of some really great things that happened in Berlin I haven't talked about some of the very best!
First of all there was our experience at the bar that was in our hostel. We went up to the outside terrace where we talked to two guys from Ireland. not going to lie I could not tell you what we talked about because I was too busy staring at the giant herpes cold sore on one of their faces. After that thrilling conversation we went inside where I saw one of the greatest things. A lady was wearing huge heals and was running, bumped into a couch and fell so hard on her on her ass. She was so embarrassed that she had to take a few moments to calm down and walk out. In this time she was taking these moments I was just praying she would leave because the laughter that was building up inside me was threatening to errupt at any moment. One of the greatest physical challenges of my life.
So last time I left off I said we went to a beer garden. By beer garden I mean the coolest place ever. We got traditional schnitzel and beer and just chilled in a huge pic-nic area. Then magically there was a trapeze show. Now this is not just any trapeze show- it was a magical interpretive dance show that was led by an oddly fat old man with no shirt on and waist length hair. It was actually a miracle some of the stuff her pulled off on that high-flying swing. there is no doubt in my mind that he was the choreographer as well.
The next day we left to head to Amsterdam!
First of all there was our experience at the bar that was in our hostel. We went up to the outside terrace where we talked to two guys from Ireland. not going to lie I could not tell you what we talked about because I was too busy staring at the giant herpes cold sore on one of their faces. After that thrilling conversation we went inside where I saw one of the greatest things. A lady was wearing huge heals and was running, bumped into a couch and fell so hard on her on her ass. She was so embarrassed that she had to take a few moments to calm down and walk out. In this time she was taking these moments I was just praying she would leave because the laughter that was building up inside me was threatening to errupt at any moment. One of the greatest physical challenges of my life.
So last time I left off I said we went to a beer garden. By beer garden I mean the coolest place ever. We got traditional schnitzel and beer and just chilled in a huge pic-nic area. Then magically there was a trapeze show. Now this is not just any trapeze show- it was a magical interpretive dance show that was led by an oddly fat old man with no shirt on and waist length hair. It was actually a miracle some of the stuff her pulled off on that high-flying swing. there is no doubt in my mind that he was the choreographer as well.
The next day we left to head to Amsterdam!
Monday, June 22, 2009
Bitchin Berlin
Alright so we were in Berlin- the capital of Germany and a crazy place for 20th century history. I really really liked it there. I thought it was really cool we were seeing all these places where history was made, and really shaped the country, and unlike a lot for the cool history that we had learned about in other countries, this was all during our lifetime.
Lets back track a bit though and talk a bit about accommodation. So ya really good hostel. We were in a four room with two Australian guys. They were also traveling Europe together and were good fun. Easy to chat with and ended up hanging out with them a bit. Allie and I of course didn't remember their name until about two days into staying with them so we referred to them as Mario and Luigi most of the time.
The first full day they we set out on our favourite activity- New Europe Free walking tour! M & L joined us for this adventure and we all headed out after it to see a few sites a little closer. During the tour it was absolutely pouring but we managed to see some really cool stuff: The Reichstag's, Holocaust memorial, Check-point Charlie, part of the Berlin wall, museums, Hitler's bunker, and the hotel Michael Jackson dangled his baby out of. Big stuff.
After that Allie, I M&L went through the Jewish memorial again, which is made up of a huge span of cement block of all different heights that you walk through and its really crazy because you get in the middle and you are totally lost, you can't seen anyone, and its so quiet. Our guide said its still a controversial sight because ti was just built by the government because they felt that it was something that its something that they are embarrassed of and no one can just act like it didn't happen. Really interesting place. Hitler's bunker barley even has a sign by it, its a parking lot now and they only reason they put a sign up was because people in the neighbourhood were tired of being asked where it was.
The next day Allie and I went on a Red-tour of Berlin. It was focused on the communist rule in Germany and the division of Berlin itself. On this one we saw huge pieces of the Berlin wall, some of it made into art, the death strip, and heard a lot about exactly what it was like. Our guide was an Irish guy who said he was tricked into going to Kentucky on a soccer scholarship and ended up with the ridiculous degree of History and acting. Anyways this made our tour amazing because he knew so much and would act out scenes and use Russian accents all of the tour- amazing. Another great point was that at the beginning of the tour they ask where everyone is from and Allie and I say Canada and the couple in front of us do to. They ask where we are from and we say and then it hits me- this girl is in Degrassi the next generation. Allie are pretty much BFF's with her now so if are looking for your big break then you can probably be an extra on this low budget Canadian teen drama re-make.
Berlin is full of amazing things- their pedestrian walking man is famous because he's so different then any other countries- his name is Ample man and there are merchandise stores for him everywhere. In the train stations there are food stores call Le Cro bag- think its supposed to combine croissant and bagel, but really it just sounds like some sort of reference to scrotum.
So back to our roommates. When we went on the red tour they went on a concentration camp tour. Before hand on of them cam out of the shower and ask if his hair looked 'concentration camp chic'. Appropriate. After that they were on the mission of their lives to Leggo land. Really historic and memorable I'm sure.
We got on with them really well and actually went to a beer garden's and everything with them (I'll speak about this later). That night they decided to get quite drunk and came back to our hostel quite late. Now Allie, unlike myself who is a corpse when I fall asleep, is a very light sleeper so she hears when anyone gets up. Well the morning after this she woke up to inform me that she though that Luigi got sick in the night. I asked her how she knew. She said well he got up in the night and then the next time she woke up he was back in bed- his friend's bed, and they were spooning. she got up to use the bathroom at this point, and by the time that she got back to bed, he had moved back into his bed. We laughed really hard at this and then figured that there had been other signs. At this point we started referring to them as the ambiguously gay duo and singing in the transformer theme ' ambiguously gay duo, maybe more then meets the eye'.
Lets back track a bit though and talk a bit about accommodation. So ya really good hostel. We were in a four room with two Australian guys. They were also traveling Europe together and were good fun. Easy to chat with and ended up hanging out with them a bit. Allie and I of course didn't remember their name until about two days into staying with them so we referred to them as Mario and Luigi most of the time.
The first full day they we set out on our favourite activity- New Europe Free walking tour! M & L joined us for this adventure and we all headed out after it to see a few sites a little closer. During the tour it was absolutely pouring but we managed to see some really cool stuff: The Reichstag's, Holocaust memorial, Check-point Charlie, part of the Berlin wall, museums, Hitler's bunker, and the hotel Michael Jackson dangled his baby out of. Big stuff.
After that Allie, I M&L went through the Jewish memorial again, which is made up of a huge span of cement block of all different heights that you walk through and its really crazy because you get in the middle and you are totally lost, you can't seen anyone, and its so quiet. Our guide said its still a controversial sight because ti was just built by the government because they felt that it was something that its something that they are embarrassed of and no one can just act like it didn't happen. Really interesting place. Hitler's bunker barley even has a sign by it, its a parking lot now and they only reason they put a sign up was because people in the neighbourhood were tired of being asked where it was.
The next day Allie and I went on a Red-tour of Berlin. It was focused on the communist rule in Germany and the division of Berlin itself. On this one we saw huge pieces of the Berlin wall, some of it made into art, the death strip, and heard a lot about exactly what it was like. Our guide was an Irish guy who said he was tricked into going to Kentucky on a soccer scholarship and ended up with the ridiculous degree of History and acting. Anyways this made our tour amazing because he knew so much and would act out scenes and use Russian accents all of the tour- amazing. Another great point was that at the beginning of the tour they ask where everyone is from and Allie and I say Canada and the couple in front of us do to. They ask where we are from and we say and then it hits me- this girl is in Degrassi the next generation. Allie are pretty much BFF's with her now so if are looking for your big break then you can probably be an extra on this low budget Canadian teen drama re-make.
Berlin is full of amazing things- their pedestrian walking man is famous because he's so different then any other countries- his name is Ample man and there are merchandise stores for him everywhere. In the train stations there are food stores call Le Cro bag- think its supposed to combine croissant and bagel, but really it just sounds like some sort of reference to scrotum.
So back to our roommates. When we went on the red tour they went on a concentration camp tour. Before hand on of them cam out of the shower and ask if his hair looked 'concentration camp chic'. Appropriate. After that they were on the mission of their lives to Leggo land. Really historic and memorable I'm sure.
We got on with them really well and actually went to a beer garden's and everything with them (I'll speak about this later). That night they decided to get quite drunk and came back to our hostel quite late. Now Allie, unlike myself who is a corpse when I fall asleep, is a very light sleeper so she hears when anyone gets up. Well the morning after this she woke up to inform me that she though that Luigi got sick in the night. I asked her how she knew. She said well he got up in the night and then the next time she woke up he was back in bed- his friend's bed, and they were spooning. she got up to use the bathroom at this point, and by the time that she got back to bed, he had moved back into his bed. We laughed really hard at this and then figured that there had been other signs. At this point we started referring to them as the ambiguously gay duo and singing in the transformer theme ' ambiguously gay duo, maybe more then meets the eye'.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Braving the bog
Alright so my blogging has been shit because the Internet at the places we have stayed has been either non-existent, or and outrageous amount of deniro. However I'm now in a place where I can blog away- So get ready for a few doozies in a row.
Also for smart ass Freya who commented on the spelling etc. that has gone down hill- I'm working on a time limit here and I have a lot of good material I have to fit in so I have no time for editing- plus you try and use Polish spell check on your English blog and let me know how it works out assssssssssssssssssss.
When we last got together I believe I was just heading from Prague to Berlin. Well heading somewhere means that we had to go to the train station of course. Well in Czech I think that the word for 'train station' must be the same word for 'toilet'. First of all this is the central station in the capital city of a country, and yet it was the most confusing ridiculous place of life. The ceilings were leaking, there were no signs for anything, and it smelled like hot garbage. Once we figured where we had to be to get on the train we figured we'd sit outside on some benches to wait for the train. Well when we chose to sit at a bench we didn't realise that this was actually the communal place for mothers to whip down their kid's pants and get them to pee everywhere. There was one piece of lawn that was assaulted by four different children during the course of us sitting there.
Now I'm going to have a rant- most of the public toilets here (by public I mean any outside of your home) you have to pay for. I'm outraged by this. It really chaps my ass like nothing else- I mean we all have to use them how dare they charge you. Well I'm happy to say that in the course of my now 8+ months of travel I've only succumb to this radical capitalist outrage twice. See if you make people pay, next thing you know you have a kindergarten class defecating on the sidewalk.
Once that shitshow was worked out we caught a train to Berlin with a couple girls from our hostel. Now when I say train I really mean a sweat box of epic proportions. I was drenched with sweat from just sitting in this torture chamber. I went for a stroll in the train and it turned out that it was only our car that was an easy bake oven and we moved... with half hour left in our journey.
After this we landed in Berlin where were booked in at a hostel called Wombats. this hostel was epic, not only because it was clean and has bitchin lockers and a decent resident's bar, but mostly because of our roomies.
Also for smart ass Freya who commented on the spelling etc. that has gone down hill- I'm working on a time limit here and I have a lot of good material I have to fit in so I have no time for editing- plus you try and use Polish spell check on your English blog and let me know how it works out assssssssssssssssssss.
When we last got together I believe I was just heading from Prague to Berlin. Well heading somewhere means that we had to go to the train station of course. Well in Czech I think that the word for 'train station' must be the same word for 'toilet'. First of all this is the central station in the capital city of a country, and yet it was the most confusing ridiculous place of life. The ceilings were leaking, there were no signs for anything, and it smelled like hot garbage. Once we figured where we had to be to get on the train we figured we'd sit outside on some benches to wait for the train. Well when we chose to sit at a bench we didn't realise that this was actually the communal place for mothers to whip down their kid's pants and get them to pee everywhere. There was one piece of lawn that was assaulted by four different children during the course of us sitting there.
Now I'm going to have a rant- most of the public toilets here (by public I mean any outside of your home) you have to pay for. I'm outraged by this. It really chaps my ass like nothing else- I mean we all have to use them how dare they charge you. Well I'm happy to say that in the course of my now 8+ months of travel I've only succumb to this radical capitalist outrage twice. See if you make people pay, next thing you know you have a kindergarten class defecating on the sidewalk.
Once that shitshow was worked out we caught a train to Berlin with a couple girls from our hostel. Now when I say train I really mean a sweat box of epic proportions. I was drenched with sweat from just sitting in this torture chamber. I went for a stroll in the train and it turned out that it was only our car that was an easy bake oven and we moved... with half hour left in our journey.
After this we landed in Berlin where were booked in at a hostel called Wombats. this hostel was epic, not only because it was clean and has bitchin lockers and a decent resident's bar, but mostly because of our roomies.
Guest Blog #2... should be 4
So I have another guest blog from visitors. Although it should be the fouth or fifth said blog, certain ungreatful guests have not sent one and their window has now passed! Anywho neither here nor there here is guest blog number 2 from Alicia!
For us, Edinburgh was full of amazing sites and very special friends!! We really enjoyed our time with Rachel and Allie, who, ever so graciously gave us somewhere to hang our hats. Despite the ridiculous heat wave in Edinburgh we managed to see many different things. Luckily Rachel had not seen everything yet; we went to the museum and climbed the Scott Monument. The museum contained an overwhelming amount of items.... luckily David and Rachel stumbled upon the child's section and were more than willing to dress-up in costumes (refer to Facebook for pictures)!! We had some good laughs and learned a little bit about history as well!
Climbing the Scott Monument was interesting....... There was a lot of stairs but the kicker was that as you climbed, the staircase narrowed.... there was definitely awkward touching of strangers as one group passed another climbing in the opposite direction. Rachel had one of her priceless moments on our way down, I will try to put it in words, but I am afraid I may not do it justice. (Rachel please correct me if needed). We had to descend in a single file, I was in front and Allie followed me, then came David and Rachel. Once we reached one of the rest spots, another man decided to budge into our line (Rachel was not aware of this) so when she shouted in a hysteric voice that she was flying [But I think she meant falling], she assumed she was screaming at David but in fact it was actually line budger and she had to try and follow this man the rest of the way down laughing the whole time. It was great, such a Rachel moment.
Anyway needless to say we had a great time and I am so pleased that we were able to visit her and meet Allie. Thanks again for your hospitality ladies!! Rachel I can't wait to see you again... come back to Canada soon and come visit me in Prince George :)
~ Alicia and D.Rot
For us, Edinburgh was full of amazing sites and very special friends!! We really enjoyed our time with Rachel and Allie, who, ever so graciously gave us somewhere to hang our hats. Despite the ridiculous heat wave in Edinburgh we managed to see many different things. Luckily Rachel had not seen everything yet; we went to the museum and climbed the Scott Monument. The museum contained an overwhelming amount of items.... luckily David and Rachel stumbled upon the child's section and were more than willing to dress-up in costumes (refer to Facebook for pictures)!! We had some good laughs and learned a little bit about history as well!
Climbing the Scott Monument was interesting....... There was a lot of stairs but the kicker was that as you climbed, the staircase narrowed.... there was definitely awkward touching of strangers as one group passed another climbing in the opposite direction. Rachel had one of her priceless moments on our way down, I will try to put it in words, but I am afraid I may not do it justice. (Rachel please correct me if needed). We had to descend in a single file, I was in front and Allie followed me, then came David and Rachel. Once we reached one of the rest spots, another man decided to budge into our line (Rachel was not aware of this) so when she shouted in a hysteric voice that she was flying [But I think she meant falling], she assumed she was screaming at David but in fact it was actually line budger and she had to try and follow this man the rest of the way down laughing the whole time. It was great, such a Rachel moment.
Anyway needless to say we had a great time and I am so pleased that we were able to visit her and meet Allie. Thanks again for your hospitality ladies!! Rachel I can't wait to see you again... come back to Canada soon and come visit me in Prince George :)
~ Alicia and D.Rot
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
back-blog
haven't blogged in a bit because internet access is scarce in the hostels we were/are staying at in Berlin and Amsterdam. Not to worry though I am having a great time and will be blogging all about these two cities shortly.
you can look forward to:
*Berlin: history history history
*break dancing in the city square
*sphinx
*communist tour with celebrities
*Ambiguously gay roommates
*Christian hostel in Amsterdam
*red light district tour
*current location: "coffe shop" internet cafe.
you can look forward to:
*Berlin: history history history
*break dancing in the city square
*sphinx
*communist tour with celebrities
*Ambiguously gay roommates
*Christian hostel in Amsterdam
*red light district tour
*current location: "coffe shop" internet cafe.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Czech mark
Yesterday we embarked upon our favorite activity in a foreign land- Free walking tour. These are immense! basically we go around with a tour- who is never from the country that we are touring- and they show us all the cool stuff. Basically our tour guide was name Mike and he was quite good. Hge had an abundance of information, was Canadian, but since he lived in Switzerland for the last 15 years had quite an accent. We also enjoyed his tours becuase he didn't really censor himself; if he felt the story needed an F word he'd jsut go ahead and say it. Wonderful.
So we learned about Prague and its past, about its buildings, and a lot about the religions that make up the city and country. Basically this is a crazy history with a lot of Nazi and communist business. What is really cool is hopw you can kind of see who was ruling at certain times based on building styles and statues. My favourite are some of the communist buildings who show miners and farmers with huge loads on their backs smiling away- WRONG, these people were tired ass and certainly not smiling silly commies!
After teh tour we went up to the castle. The biggest gothic castle in Europe. It was good, but we didn't see a whole butt load because we were exausted and I jsut lost 500 crown (about twenty bucks) like the ass hat that I am. No biggie though we sat outside at a lovely pizzaria and re-energized.
This morning we took a jaunt down to the communist museum. The main reson we went were because of teh posters that it had posted around the city advertising it. Basically they read 'get intimate with history' then showed a picture of Stalin in a bathrobe with ladies fondeling him. Or it simply read 'The communist museum' and had a picture of a Russian stacking docll with fangs. It was a pretty good museum- tonnes of history and Staliny things, but I think the best part are the posters.
Today we a bored a train and head to Berlin!
So we learned about Prague and its past, about its buildings, and a lot about the religions that make up the city and country. Basically this is a crazy history with a lot of Nazi and communist business. What is really cool is hopw you can kind of see who was ruling at certain times based on building styles and statues. My favourite are some of the communist buildings who show miners and farmers with huge loads on their backs smiling away- WRONG, these people were tired ass and certainly not smiling silly commies!
After teh tour we went up to the castle. The biggest gothic castle in Europe. It was good, but we didn't see a whole butt load because we were exausted and I jsut lost 500 crown (about twenty bucks) like the ass hat that I am. No biggie though we sat outside at a lovely pizzaria and re-energized.
This morning we took a jaunt down to the communist museum. The main reson we went were because of teh posters that it had posted around the city advertising it. Basically they read 'get intimate with history' then showed a picture of Stalin in a bathrobe with ladies fondeling him. Or it simply read 'The communist museum' and had a picture of a Russian stacking docll with fangs. It was a pretty good museum- tonnes of history and Staliny things, but I think the best part are the posters.
Today we a bored a train and head to Berlin!
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Czech Mate
Okay so I tries to write this blog last night but I erased it all some how and was so pissed at the computer at this point that I nearly slammed my fist through it. All is well however and I shall attempt again.
SO when I last left you I was in Krakow- a wonderful land of oddities and great hair. The third day we were there we went to the Salt mines just outside the city. here we took a tour down into the mines and saw many glorious things. Our tour guide was a Polish man named Sebastian who's English was impeccable except for his addition of an 's' on the end of the word information. However I really enjoyed this addition and am using it myself now. Anyways we saw a lot of cool things - statues made of salt, chandeliers made of salt, churches made of salt- you name it, I've enow seen it made of salt. I won't tell you a lie I ran my hand along the wall and licked my finger- slaty.
After that we wondered the old town square againa dn visited markets and really just took it all in. This meant that we saw more breakdancing, a beefy Polish accordian quartet and an old man eating canned ham out of the tin with his fingers screaming at the top of his lungs right outside of our hostel. Not to worry thoguh someone whipped a hanger at him from the window above, narrowly missing him, but causing him to stop the screaming... for five minutes.
Krakow was wonderful but I wasn't sure how to really express how I felt about it. That was until we were walking beside some German tourists and one of the late teens steped forward and proclaimed in a voice sounding eerily like that of Agustus from Willy Wonka "I LOVE KRAKOW".
After seeing all the mullets we could handel we hopped a flight to Prague. For this we chose Czech air. Let me tell you if you ewver have the chance- fly Czech air. First of all you are assigned as seat- this aint no Ryan air fen for yourself free-for-all. Secondly when boarding the plane they were playing the theme to chariots of fire. Allie especially like how I took my seat in slow motion. About 15 minutes into our hour long flight we were given sandwiches, and beverages- for free! DE-LUX. I do not however like how there is no customs or security when you arrive in the Czech republic and I therfore have no stamp from here.
First stop- our hostel of course. Oh I didn't realize that in our random search and booking for hostels based on average rating we had signed up for a palatial palace. We arrived to a lovely lounge reception and were immediatly upgraded into a private room. This room is immense. I took pictures because its so boner-ific. There is a rain showere in our bathroom. I've been showering about 17 times a day. Why? Because I can and don't ahve to worry about being walked in on our trying to change into new clothes with out falling over and crashing naked into a common area.
The first day we decided we would take a day trip to a small town outside of Prauge where there is a chruch. A church I hear you say are there none in Prague? Well of course there are churches in PRague, but are these ones made of human bones?!?!!? YA human bones. So we were going to take the bus to this town. It was a mission finding the bus station, but we did jsut in time to catch the bus... or so we thought. We found the bus and talked to the bus driver, then I had to quickly scoot to the cash machine- one meters away- to get the cash for our tickets. Allie was waiting by the bus for me. While apparently "I'm going to get some cash to buy a ticket right now" means "shut the bus door and take off as soon as I turn my back"in Czech. Great MR. Moustach bus driver- I hate you. So train it was!
After taking Ghetto rail to this town we managed to find the bone chruch and take some epic pics. We figured we'd find a couple other of the touristy things in the little town so we set out to find the silver museum. Basically we walked all over the God forsaken place for hours, finalyl found the place, and it was closed on mondays. We took teh train back and settled backl into our luxury condo to sleep away the terrible day.
Prague had to make up some ground to be compared to Krakow.
SO when I last left you I was in Krakow- a wonderful land of oddities and great hair. The third day we were there we went to the Salt mines just outside the city. here we took a tour down into the mines and saw many glorious things. Our tour guide was a Polish man named Sebastian who's English was impeccable except for his addition of an 's' on the end of the word information. However I really enjoyed this addition and am using it myself now. Anyways we saw a lot of cool things - statues made of salt, chandeliers made of salt, churches made of salt- you name it, I've enow seen it made of salt. I won't tell you a lie I ran my hand along the wall and licked my finger- slaty.
After that we wondered the old town square againa dn visited markets and really just took it all in. This meant that we saw more breakdancing, a beefy Polish accordian quartet and an old man eating canned ham out of the tin with his fingers screaming at the top of his lungs right outside of our hostel. Not to worry thoguh someone whipped a hanger at him from the window above, narrowly missing him, but causing him to stop the screaming... for five minutes.
Krakow was wonderful but I wasn't sure how to really express how I felt about it. That was until we were walking beside some German tourists and one of the late teens steped forward and proclaimed in a voice sounding eerily like that of Agustus from Willy Wonka "I LOVE KRAKOW".
After seeing all the mullets we could handel we hopped a flight to Prague. For this we chose Czech air. Let me tell you if you ewver have the chance- fly Czech air. First of all you are assigned as seat- this aint no Ryan air fen for yourself free-for-all. Secondly when boarding the plane they were playing the theme to chariots of fire. Allie especially like how I took my seat in slow motion. About 15 minutes into our hour long flight we were given sandwiches, and beverages- for free! DE-LUX. I do not however like how there is no customs or security when you arrive in the Czech republic and I therfore have no stamp from here.
First stop- our hostel of course. Oh I didn't realize that in our random search and booking for hostels based on average rating we had signed up for a palatial palace. We arrived to a lovely lounge reception and were immediatly upgraded into a private room. This room is immense. I took pictures because its so boner-ific. There is a rain showere in our bathroom. I've been showering about 17 times a day. Why? Because I can and don't ahve to worry about being walked in on our trying to change into new clothes with out falling over and crashing naked into a common area.
The first day we decided we would take a day trip to a small town outside of Prauge where there is a chruch. A church I hear you say are there none in Prague? Well of course there are churches in PRague, but are these ones made of human bones?!?!!? YA human bones. So we were going to take the bus to this town. It was a mission finding the bus station, but we did jsut in time to catch the bus... or so we thought. We found the bus and talked to the bus driver, then I had to quickly scoot to the cash machine- one meters away- to get the cash for our tickets. Allie was waiting by the bus for me. While apparently "I'm going to get some cash to buy a ticket right now" means "shut the bus door and take off as soon as I turn my back"in Czech. Great MR. Moustach bus driver- I hate you. So train it was!
After taking Ghetto rail to this town we managed to find the bone chruch and take some epic pics. We figured we'd find a couple other of the touristy things in the little town so we set out to find the silver museum. Basically we walked all over the God forsaken place for hours, finalyl found the place, and it was closed on mondays. We took teh train back and settled backl into our luxury condo to sleep away the terrible day.
Prague had to make up some ground to be compared to Krakow.
Friday, June 5, 2009
Krakow- everybody say wow.
So I said goodbye to my flat on wednesday. Tear! I'll miss that place- so posh. And I got my whole deposit back so things are looking up! Anyways after a lovely night at Grace's flat- thanks again- Allie and I set out for Poland!
It was my first flight on Ryan air, and it was fairly smooth sailing. One of the attendants was really into iridecent eye shadow and the early 90's in general and had a matching tacky bad attitude but besdies that no worries.
When we arrived we had to hop a train into the centre of Krakow. We were looknig for the train station adn didn't find it until we were actually crossing the tracks and realized that it was indeed the brick platform with a bus stop sign on it. A two car passenger train that looked liek it was built in 54 pulled up and we enjoyed a lovely 1/2 train ride into teh city. Check-in at the hostel -Tutti Fruity hostel in old town Krakow- went smooth and we were off to sleep.
We are in a six bed mixed dorm. And my mixed I mean Allie, myself and four guys. I actually had no idea who were in the beds in the room until this morning I made the destinction that the tone and amount of hair on an arm sicking out could only belong to a man; possibly a Female Russian Olympic weight lifter.
Anyways this morning we went to Auschwitz. Go if you ever get the chance. I have a lot of pcitures but I'm jsut going to put one up.
In other news Krakow is also the mullet capital of the universe! The greatest specimines I've ever seen. One of my favourites was actually our tour guide on teh way to Auschwitz- Buzz cut to just behind the ear area, and then 1inch to 1 1/2 inch long hair all in teh back. I've coined this style (which is much less rare then it should be) the personal pillow. I've already seen the PP style with a dreaded back option. Heather jsut soak that in.
We went wandering around old town Krakow to the square. Its basically all cafes around the outsdie and then performers and some kiosk in the middle. I'm not going to lie I saw some amazing acts. For instance this angry angry polish man and his Michael Jackson marionette. A troupe of break dancing youngster with stellar moves.
It was my first flight on Ryan air, and it was fairly smooth sailing. One of the attendants was really into iridecent eye shadow and the early 90's in general and had a matching tacky bad attitude but besdies that no worries.
When we arrived we had to hop a train into the centre of Krakow. We were looknig for the train station adn didn't find it until we were actually crossing the tracks and realized that it was indeed the brick platform with a bus stop sign on it. A two car passenger train that looked liek it was built in 54 pulled up and we enjoyed a lovely 1/2 train ride into teh city. Check-in at the hostel -Tutti Fruity hostel in old town Krakow- went smooth and we were off to sleep.
We are in a six bed mixed dorm. And my mixed I mean Allie, myself and four guys. I actually had no idea who were in the beds in the room until this morning I made the destinction that the tone and amount of hair on an arm sicking out could only belong to a man; possibly a Female Russian Olympic weight lifter.
Anyways this morning we went to Auschwitz. Go if you ever get the chance. I have a lot of pcitures but I'm jsut going to put one up.
In other news Krakow is also the mullet capital of the universe! The greatest specimines I've ever seen. One of my favourites was actually our tour guide on teh way to Auschwitz- Buzz cut to just behind the ear area, and then 1inch to 1 1/2 inch long hair all in teh back. I've coined this style (which is much less rare then it should be) the personal pillow. I've already seen the PP style with a dreaded back option. Heather jsut soak that in.
We went wandering around old town Krakow to the square. Its basically all cafes around the outsdie and then performers and some kiosk in the middle. I'm not going to lie I saw some amazing acts. For instance this angry angry polish man and his Michael Jackson marionette. A troupe of break dancing youngster with stellar moves.
Then we went to a castle that has a dragon's den. Really its a giant set of winding stairs and then you walk through a cave. This si me hitting ym head in the cave. And then when you get out of the cave you end up beside a big freaky statue of a dragon. Allie and I thought it was lame sauce, until it STARTED BREATHING FIRE. But it only does it every five minutes and sometimes it doesn't go that big- like everytime we tried to take a picture of it. Also we walked further along the canal where we found a tribute to Celine Dion- no explination. She had a star umoungst four other Polish people that we had no idea who they were.
Messages to pass on:
*tomorrow we are going to see the salt mines
*the weather has been imense so far I'm quite excited
*I quite like Poland however my lack of Polish as a first language makes me feel like an ass hat about 85% of the time
*one of the men in my dorm slept spooning his suitcase the entire night.
Messages to pass on:
*tomorrow we are going to see the salt mines
*the weather has been imense so far I'm quite excited
*I quite like Poland however my lack of Polish as a first language makes me feel like an ass hat about 85% of the time
*one of the men in my dorm slept spooning his suitcase the entire night.
Monday, June 1, 2009
All dogs go to heaven
I know that I have graced you readers with a few good tales in my time abroad, however I feel that they may all be forgotten after I speak of these next two incidents. I shall ease you into story time with a simple observation I made two days ago.
I was walking down the street with Alicia, Allie, and David, past a small grassy knoll with park benches. This may sound nice but I've heard it described as 'the place where the tramps hang out'. on this particular occasion there was one of these 'tramps'- I prefer the words hobo, vagabond, or lost sole- lying on a bench with a bottle in a brown bag beside him. He was "sleeping". Just as we passed an old man with a cane- most likely of tramp staus as well-was wondering towards the "sleeper". We then watch the elderly man approach sleeping beauty, pick up the brown bag, shake it around and then take a huge gulp. Then he poked sleeping tramp with his cane, and walked away. I guess he was just thirsty.
Story number two is in a whole other ball park. It comes to me via my friend Sarah. She comes to me at work and says ya I saw a friend of mine last night and she had a black eye. I asked here was she had a black eye and she says well let me tell you. Well Sarah's friend helps an elderly couple take care of their dog- a lab- by walking it and that sort. one day she took the dog out for a walk in a slightly more woodsy area. Well unfortunately the dog must have eaten some berries or some how contracted something terrible, because they day after the poor dog died. The girl felt super guilty and told the couple she'd help in anyway she could. The couple said they didn't really know what to do with it now, so the girl called up the vet who told her to bring the dog down and she would then deal with it. The girl thought great will do, now how am I going to get the dog there.
Basically her only option was going to be to take the bus. I know it sounds terrible but really the bus is a pretty good option, whatever the decision was made it was going to be dog-public-transportation-hurse. So the girl says yes I'll take it to the vet but in what. I know says the old lady I have this large suit case. Great says the girl, that won't be hard to get on the bus either.
So the dog is put in the suit case and the girl ventures out to catch the next bus. Problem- this dog is heavy-times 1 million. The bus arrives and she struggles to get the dog on. Not to worry I man steps up and says he'll help- shes a little worried and says no no its really heavy don't worry. He doesn't take no for an answer and helps her then say ya that really is heavy, whats in it. she responds with a clever- oh you know cd's and dvd's cause I'm moving flats. Hes like cool I see now why its so heavy. She then proceeds to try and get off the bus. The guy is like oh I'm off at this stop too, let me help you again. So he gets the suitcase off the bus for her as the bus pulls away. The man then punches her in the face and takes off with the suit case. Lets take an intermission and think about what just happened. A man, punches a girl in the face and take off with her suitcase, which he thinks is the best score ever because its filled with electronics, but is actually containing a dead Labrador. What I would give to know what happened after that on his end. The story ends with the girl telling the elderly couple that the dog was cremated- in the suitcase- and the vet took care of it all.
Only in Scotland
I was walking down the street with Alicia, Allie, and David, past a small grassy knoll with park benches. This may sound nice but I've heard it described as 'the place where the tramps hang out'. on this particular occasion there was one of these 'tramps'- I prefer the words hobo, vagabond, or lost sole- lying on a bench with a bottle in a brown bag beside him. He was "sleeping". Just as we passed an old man with a cane- most likely of tramp staus as well-was wondering towards the "sleeper". We then watch the elderly man approach sleeping beauty, pick up the brown bag, shake it around and then take a huge gulp. Then he poked sleeping tramp with his cane, and walked away. I guess he was just thirsty.
Story number two is in a whole other ball park. It comes to me via my friend Sarah. She comes to me at work and says ya I saw a friend of mine last night and she had a black eye. I asked here was she had a black eye and she says well let me tell you. Well Sarah's friend helps an elderly couple take care of their dog- a lab- by walking it and that sort. one day she took the dog out for a walk in a slightly more woodsy area. Well unfortunately the dog must have eaten some berries or some how contracted something terrible, because they day after the poor dog died. The girl felt super guilty and told the couple she'd help in anyway she could. The couple said they didn't really know what to do with it now, so the girl called up the vet who told her to bring the dog down and she would then deal with it. The girl thought great will do, now how am I going to get the dog there.
Basically her only option was going to be to take the bus. I know it sounds terrible but really the bus is a pretty good option, whatever the decision was made it was going to be dog-public-transportation-hurse. So the girl says yes I'll take it to the vet but in what. I know says the old lady I have this large suit case. Great says the girl, that won't be hard to get on the bus either.
So the dog is put in the suit case and the girl ventures out to catch the next bus. Problem- this dog is heavy-times 1 million. The bus arrives and she struggles to get the dog on. Not to worry I man steps up and says he'll help- shes a little worried and says no no its really heavy don't worry. He doesn't take no for an answer and helps her then say ya that really is heavy, whats in it. she responds with a clever- oh you know cd's and dvd's cause I'm moving flats. Hes like cool I see now why its so heavy. She then proceeds to try and get off the bus. The guy is like oh I'm off at this stop too, let me help you again. So he gets the suitcase off the bus for her as the bus pulls away. The man then punches her in the face and takes off with the suit case. Lets take an intermission and think about what just happened. A man, punches a girl in the face and take off with her suitcase, which he thinks is the best score ever because its filled with electronics, but is actually containing a dead Labrador. What I would give to know what happened after that on his end. The story ends with the girl telling the elderly couple that the dog was cremated- in the suitcase- and the vet took care of it all.
Only in Scotland
Blogging Backtrack
So my last blog was super lame because I totally forgot a whole bunch of stuff that happened. I'm so ashamed, because one of those things was that we went to Loch Ness aka Home of the Loch Ness monster, aka Nessie. Hello what was I thinking.
Last Sunday we took a tour of the Highlands, which a super beautiful and I hope to explore later in the Summer. Basically it was a twelve hour bus tour. It was wonderful because our tour guide was so immense. he was a fountain of knowledge and had the gift of Witty Witty joke joke. The highlight of the trip was venturing to Loch Ness and climbing aboard The Legend. The ship of dreams more like it. Aboard this fair maiden we cruised along keeping our eyes peeled for the beast. We also went by a castle and took some magical photos. Now I will not say if I saw it or not because like the tour guide said don't tell anyone or they'll go and catch it and then there will be nothing in the lake to see and all the people in the tourist shops will lose their jobs and who wants to be responsible for that. Also the tour guide mentioned the Ogopogo- because its BITCHIN. So it was a lovely day I'm glad I got to see quite a different part of the country.
Also-now I'm back tracking I blame my piss poor previous blog and the disorganization, shame on you past self- last Saturday was the Heineken cup final. this is basically the super bowl of rugby in Europe. super big deal. IT was immense because we watched a game in the Murrayfield bar by my house and had a blast when the game was over. The highlight for me would be when a small rowdy Welshman bought my dad a drink then suggested a drinking competition. Dad decline, Kevin however went right for it. Now I'm not going to lie, Kevin was loosing- in a fairly large way- things were looking grim...until the Welshman choked and barfed all over his buddy. Ass this happened I did what anyone else in the situation would have- jumped up on my chair pointed at the man and yelled out 'he barfed' and declared Kevin the winner.
The rest of the time mainly was spent touristing it up and me getting back to work.
Last week was my final week at Starbucks. I'm not going to lie, when I finished in Kelowna I found it hard not to go back and set the place on fire. Here I'm a little sad to see it go and I've pretty much been in every day since I left. I all fairness though its been hotter then the chains of hell here and I can usually manage a free cold beverage out of them so its really a matter of convenience.
Last Sunday we took a tour of the Highlands, which a super beautiful and I hope to explore later in the Summer. Basically it was a twelve hour bus tour. It was wonderful because our tour guide was so immense. he was a fountain of knowledge and had the gift of Witty Witty joke joke. The highlight of the trip was venturing to Loch Ness and climbing aboard The Legend. The ship of dreams more like it. Aboard this fair maiden we cruised along keeping our eyes peeled for the beast. We also went by a castle and took some magical photos. Now I will not say if I saw it or not because like the tour guide said don't tell anyone or they'll go and catch it and then there will be nothing in the lake to see and all the people in the tourist shops will lose their jobs and who wants to be responsible for that. Also the tour guide mentioned the Ogopogo- because its BITCHIN. So it was a lovely day I'm glad I got to see quite a different part of the country.
Also-now I'm back tracking I blame my piss poor previous blog and the disorganization, shame on you past self- last Saturday was the Heineken cup final. this is basically the super bowl of rugby in Europe. super big deal. IT was immense because we watched a game in the Murrayfield bar by my house and had a blast when the game was over. The highlight for me would be when a small rowdy Welshman bought my dad a drink then suggested a drinking competition. Dad decline, Kevin however went right for it. Now I'm not going to lie, Kevin was loosing- in a fairly large way- things were looking grim...until the Welshman choked and barfed all over his buddy. Ass this happened I did what anyone else in the situation would have- jumped up on my chair pointed at the man and yelled out 'he barfed' and declared Kevin the winner.
The rest of the time mainly was spent touristing it up and me getting back to work.
Last week was my final week at Starbucks. I'm not going to lie, when I finished in Kelowna I found it hard not to go back and set the place on fire. Here I'm a little sad to see it go and I've pretty much been in every day since I left. I all fairness though its been hotter then the chains of hell here and I can usually manage a free cold beverage out of them so its really a matter of convenience.
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