Yuri has said something to the effect that not writing is OK, because it means you’re busy doing, and i think there’s some truth to that. The problem, of course, is that then you run the risk of forgetting things. Travel summary first: we spent two night in Venice, then slept next to a freeway […]
|
||||
|
I’m sitting in a camping-platz outside München, and I realized that this is the only place in Germany I’ve seen with no recycling bins – only trash cans. Instead of throw bottle into the trash like Americans would, though, people have lined them up neatly next to it. And that has me worried; even if […] Berlin is a fantastically cool city. It’s the first place we’ve been so far where I could really see myself living. You have basically all of the last century of world histary within walking distance, plus a rocking night life every day of the week and a large immigrant population giving you good, affordable food […] Since, for some reason, I didn’t write much while in Amsterdam, here are some photos. Amsterdam!
The Heineken Experience
Why is there a cow?!
Gin joint
Yuri’s favorite […] “I keep trying to make that a chainsaw, but it stays a duck-billed platypus.” I definitely feel like I can tell what is real, but it’s much harder to identify what real element is causing them to be distorted in my brain, and how. Ex: a SAM appeared to be chasing a plane, but I […] I feel like I need to catch up on things, which sort of ruins the whole point/fun of keeping a journal, but then again, I should try to write these things down while they’re fresh in my mind. Yuri is starting to get on my nerves. It is, in turns, like traveling with a teenager, […] German hostels, it turns out, are basically summer camps. The past two nights we’ve been surrounded by soccer teams and families on vacation, first in Mainz and then in Loreley. On the one hand, these places are basically hotels: clean linens, private bathrooms, furniture – reading lights on the beds, for gods’ sakes. On the […] So far on this trip, it seems like we couldn’t plan things as well as they happen by accident. As it turned out, the day we arrived in Basel was the same day they won the Swiss Cup. So after finishing off our remaining absinthe and taking in a free organ and chorale Bach performance […] Sunday we got a late start, but Ronny was nice enough to drive us to Interlaken. The weather cleared up in the afternoon and we had a great time walking around and window shopping. The hostel, as I said, was an American meat market, where a couple of pretty talented musicians (an Australian guitarist/vocalist and […] We’re in a hostel in Interlaken called Balmer’s – some ridiculous 170-bed hangout where the girl at the front desk doesn’t speak German and the shuttle you from one of their three bars to the next at precise times with the promise of 2-for-1 drinks. Not my kind of place, but it’s about the best […] |
||||
