Wheat from the Chaff

Bwhahahahah my nefarious plan to weed the wheat from the chaff has worked a treat. Now nobody is reading this blog (if you are reading this you are the wheat otherwise you are chaff!!). After my promise last time 3 + months ago to be better at posting i have gotten worse. This is not a coincidence. I have a job and money. Drinking is expensive here but i perservere. I will now make a promise to myself as I am the sole reader of this blog to change the title to Scooby's Working for the Man in a Filthy City Populated by People who cant Play Cricket. A bit long winded I know but it is now 4-0 in the Ashes and man will this article date. Oh and I will also get better at posting because reading back over it I remember more!! Alright like some sort of Online Diary or Web log... Alright Sam you can now see that you are running out of funniness so stop now. Wow this is like an external monolouge that I can read!!

Oh and the women in London are smoking hot (just not the english ones)...

London

I am in London! It is huge, full of stabbings and brickings. I am poor, really poor, man, am i poor!!!!

Croatia did not prepare me for this at all. quite the opposite actually.

But I am here now with a job! a house! (in a week) and perhaps the sort after stability and rhthym that I have required (read money).

What this really means for all of you out there that are still checking this blog after a month of inactivity is that i will finally start posting more shit on here about my adventures accross Europe and now in London. If noone is reading this then it is my personal account of my trip because once i can afford to drink again in shamefully quantities I will start and the memories will fade. Not as fast as my tan which was stripped off me at the airport with an unceremoniuos (spelling) "You cant come in here looking like that" and here i was peaking out that they were going to check my boogie board bag...

Well i am going to edit the previous posts so that it least it has some sort of chronological order and will allow me to figure out where the hell i was when i was doing those nasty nasty things...

Any way

Cala a puta da boca filho da puta!!!

Croatia

I am not there yet but the girls are smoking hot.

just getting ahead....

Budapest

I am here, i am leaving tomorrow. bring on croatia. Plus Simon you were right the Station is heaps of fun!!

Fits and Starts

i dont know what you are taliking about

Czech

I was here before those other places but the beer is so damn cheap that i forgot everything that happened there.

Wait there was this gay guy in this club that was the funniest mofo that i have met in a very long time but more about that later.

Love those Czech girls - my favourite so far!!!

Finland

What can I say...


flothflothfloth floth arghagrahrgahrgahgrarhgarhgarhgrahgah

Anders you are a bad man but i love you

He took me jetskiiing.

and to a scary old Viking castle

but Fred still would not dance for me... Damn it!!!!

I will be back and this time I will be ... i dont know wait ... no no it isnt coming ah shit something - Sober/Coherent/ NOt flothflothfloth or argahrgahrgahrg.

Karyaa is nice.

Estonia

And Now!!

Tallinn!
Sam arrives after a 6 hour bus trip that was supposed to be 4. Due to the fact that there was road works and then traffic in Tallinn the bus driver tried to make up time by not stopping. Not even once. I need to go for a slash about 2 hours in, after 3 hours my kidneys were whimpering, after 4 hours I was starting to get desperate, after 5 hours i think i was alright, at 5.10 I was seriuosly eyeing off my water bottle. Unfortunately given my habit of sitting near hot girls, i was sitting next to a hot girl who i reckon was not going to be impressed if i cracked it out and started pissing in a bottle. At 5.20 we hit Tallinn, relief was in sight. Or not as we spent 40 minutes driving in circles before going to the bus station.Exiting the bus at a furious rate i spotted a Canadian backpacker and asked him if he could look after by bag while i went to the toilet. With true backpacker rationale i figured he couldnt take both our packs. At the toilet having no Estonian Kroons I was not allowed to go in I asked if she would accept Lats or Euros but no. I even offered her 1 Lat which was worth about 22 Kroons but she refused. So off i went to find a money changer. Not seeing one I spied a bank machine and having no idea what the money was worth i pulled out 500 Kroons. Back to the toliet but because of the bank machine i only had a 500 kroon note. Again I was denied by this women. Screaming abuse at her and cursing her country and her offspring, i went up the stairs and bought 2 ice creams, threw them at the Canadian, looking slightly bemused at me running around the bus station swearing and went back to the women. gave her the 4 Kroons 90.30AUD) and used the facilities. As expected the toilets smelled a bit like something that ol' Swampy might crank out.

Not an ideal start to a country but things improved once i got to my hostel. About the size of a house, it was literally across from the main train station. Handy if you caught the train, not so handy if you caught a bus. As I walked in the girl behind the desk was talking to some Italians. She was absolutely stunning. The italians were jabbering amongst themselves and she looked at me and almost dropped me with her smile. After Latvia where my obvious wealth and striking good looks were not appreciated to have this girl smile at me was doing wonders for my self esteem. She appeared to not think much of the Italians too which raised my opinion of her considerably.
After freshing up I played 20 questions with her extracting all the necessary information to have a decent night out finding out decent places to eat, drink and internet. I also found out that she was an animal not a vegetable, was from a small town outside of Tallinn, was going to uni and couldnt join me for a dinner.
Off i went and took most of her advice which turned out to spot on and when i came back she was still there. In this odd hostel the foyer also doubled as the common room (and i think the mangers bedroom), so I sat down and spoke with her and this other guy. The old russian guy that ran the place also turned up, (her father??) but he really took a disliking to me talking to her. And he sent her away after 20 minutes :( He then cracked the shits with the (now) four of us sitting in the common room and told us to leave. As there ws no where else to go we went to bed.

The next day i went for a walk around the old town before my ferry had to leave. The old town is really cool, still original as it hasn't face the brunt of a war it is different from alot of the others because of this fact. There is still a couple of K's of the original wall that seperates the old town from the rest of the city. The highlight? Definatley the Kik in da Kok. See photos for more details.

A great city beautiful parks, old town and girls! i really enjoyed Tallinn, but all too soon I got on a ferry to meet up with those Flothflothfloth Finns from Fullmoon festival. Loading up on Russian Vodka I was off to Finland. (Estonia is about 1/4 of the price of Finland) being a definate plus!

I am coming back to Estonia, as Scooby is my witness...

Latvia

Coming soon i promise. The Girls here are so smoking hot i think that perhaps i am dead. wait no they wont sleep with me.... Hang on a minute is this hell??? I demand an answer any body........ wait no no satisfaction...

Haha I will start here in the middle of this blog where no one will find it!

Latvia....

I came to this country on the promises of sensastionally hot women. I was not dissappointed well perhaps a little as they declined to sleep with me but damn did my eyeballs get a work out.

Riga
Beautiful old town, I stayed in the middle of it. On the first night I met two Russian guys here for a holiday and proceeded to hang out with them for the first two days I was in Riga. Alexis and Sergei, nice guys, I didnt realise it at the time but they tended to wear matching clothes except Alexis was on the small side and Sergei was huge so looking back on the photos you get this Twins sort of thing going on...

The first night we got in around midnight we wondered around loooking for a suitable drinking establishment and was sorely disappointed the best(Used loosely ) was a crappy tourist trap bar with girls that danced on the bar. Not bad but defintely not great. While not meeting any girls we saw enough to capture our interest.

The first day we went to Jurmala to the beach. Having been foiled in Poland with going to the beach in odd countries I was determined to check out the beach in Latvia. Only 20 minutes from the city centre we went to Majori. Having two Russian guys turned out to a huge plus because they could speak Russian. Because on the trains to the beach you cant see what station you are at until you leave because the sign is only on the top of the station which you cant see until after the train has pulled off. Thus you dont know it is your station until it is too late.

The beach at Majori is really quite odd. The sand is fine pale yellow which is nice but the beach is littered with benches, tables, trampolines, bars, toilets, other amusement things and Russians. nah they're alright. Anyway it was a bit chilly I guess because it was the North Sea so i didnt venture into the very far at all (about ankle deep). When the sun was onut it was quite warm but the wind had a bit of a kick to it. I decided that the only way forward was to sleep on the beach.

That accomplished we headed back to hostel and then out for the night. I had contacted a Latvian popper/locker and he came out and met us with some bboys from Moscow. It was organised to go and meet these guys the next day and have a boogie.

I woke up sick the next day cursing Joao for giving me his sickness. Filho da Puta! Dancing was scrapped and feeling sorry for myself i decided that i would stay in Riga for another day and try and recover a bit before i got to Finland as i knew that it was going to be full of mayhem when i caught up with Anders.

On Thursday arvo i jumped on a bus and headed to Tallinn...

The Polish Ticket Inspector

Filho de Puta!!

On our way to the train station we decided to catch a tram to save our legs. We got on the tram and I asked the driver for a ticket. He said that they were 3 Zlotys, I was looking at this sign that said 2.5 and said you mean 2.5 no he insisted that they were 3. So I brought them feeling pretty pissed off. So just before the stop for the train station three ticket inspectors pull out their badges and ask to see our tickets. Feeling much happier now that the 3 zlotys has just saved me a 375 zloty fine i pulled them out. The puta ticket inspector asks "do you have one for you bag?" I say "no why would I". Very smugly he informs me that we need one and now he will have to give me a fine. I ask him where is the sign. He points to one on the wall, I read it and it does not say anything about tickets for bags, I tell him this but he is insistent. I dont think that he can read English or even Polish. He escorts us off the tram and we think about running or punching him. A very large ticket inspector accompanies him. This finishes that train of thought.

This puta is one of those smug bastards that takes a childish delight in reaming tourists. When I protest that there was no signage he pulls out a tram brouchure that at the very back at the bottom in 4 point print it states that you need a ticket for your bag. I tell him that this isnt good enough and he shrugs and tells me that me is going to give me a fine. I start to lose my cool a bit and start to abuse him a little, Jonny is also upset and abusive while Fernando kept up a steady stream of abuse in Portuguese.

This is not helping us, in steps Poliana, a beautiful (of course) Polish girl that starts to defend us. She sounded persuassive and the guy starts to look slightly uncomfortable under the weight of her argument (we can't understand this of course it was in Polish). He seems slightly embarresed by what she was saying and my hopes rose. He asked us if this was our first time in Poland and seems to relent a little but then screws it all up by saying OK i will only give you a fine for two of the bags. MF.

I tell him that in Australia when somebody robs you at least they have the decency to have a gun or a knife, I also call him a thief and a coward and threaten angry emails denoncing Poland and Krakow to the UN and other influential institutions. He is unmoved and says if we dont like it then he can call them Police and we can argue with them. We pay the fine.

via levar nico filho de puta. Asshole

Poland - This Time For Sure

So I decided to go to Poland and go to the beach. Why because it is ridicuolus. This decided I checked the weather - good - booked a ticket on the bus and was away. On arrival at the bus station there was a massive group of attractive girls waiting to get on a bus. I checked the bay that the bus would be leaving from and was told 4 or 10. Now 10 had this group of girls attached to it but as luck would have it my bus was leaving from 4. boo. A mini bus pulled up and I groaned not 14 hours in a crappy little bus, luckily no this wasnt the case. Then my bus turned up, now bus isn't exactly an accurate description for the vehicle perhaps "van" is a better description. I was laughed at by Amy and Mortiz for my misfortune but an attractive Polish girl in the window seat lifted my hopes. Only to be dashed as I entered the bus her boyfriend became very apparent. For those of you that havent been to Poland the girls are absolutely stunning - the men are fat, bald and old. I think that if you are not fat bald or old and you want to have an attractive girlfriend you have to apply for some sort of license that involves a series of ardous challenges and perhaps some compulsory military service.

13 hours later I arrived in Gdansk, an hour early how wonderful, until you realise that it is 6am Sunday morning in a small seaside city. So lugging all my bags I set off to the hostel. Arriving at the hostel there is a sign in the window saying "we will not be open until 8:30am". So with 2 hours to kill I sit on a bench and enjoy the dull, overcast day that is Sunday. I was lied to by the Polish weather people on reflection I decided that perhaps this was my own fault. 1 hour later it dawned on me that there was little point staying at a beach town for one day if the weather was not sunny. So I caught a train to Warsaw.

On the train i met a drunk Polish guy (Andrejs) who was very amusing and we went for beers in Warsaw on arrival. On the way to being drunk and tired from 30 hours on the road I headed for a hostel. I tried to go out for drinks that evening but failed miserably. Warsaw on a Sunday is not a great place to be.

To Krakow!
Monday arrived and I was over Warsaw and off to Krakow. On the train I met two Portugeuse guys (Jonny and Fernando) Cala boca. We hit it off and decided to hang out while in Krakow. Krakow is awesome, beautiful old town and heaps of bars and a very lively nightlife. We managed to find a good but empty club on Monday night where a girl was DJing. She played acid house and was an excellent DJ and was stunning. Fernando was so taken with her playing that he told her that and she gave him a CD.
The next day we went to Aushwitz. This place is very heavy. very heavy. You feel very hollow the whole time that you are there. You are completely unable to comprehend the numbers involved and when you are confronted with the evidence it is even more difficult. It is made harder that they dont serve booze along the way because I needed a drink after the first 20 minutes. After Aushwitz 1 I needed many drinks, after Birkenau I needed even more. Not a fun place to go but very necessary.

Jonny and Fernando were going to Prague and I was reviewing my options as I had to get to Finland somehow as I had already brought a flight from Helsinki to Budapest. I found a relatively cheap flight from Berlin to Riga and decided to go to Prague.

Heaps of other fun and amusing stuff happened I am sure of it but it escapes me for the time being.

Oh yeah the girl that worked at the reception desk at the boys hostel is the most beautiful girl that I have ever seen. Polish girls WOW!

Poland - Not Really but hey

It is late am i am in Prague. So i will not be concise wait wait i will not be coherent. I went to hamburg. Then i went to Poland. Now I am in Prague. This a feeble half arsed attempt at an entry but you have read it and you cant unread it.Bwawhahahahahahaahha

Flothflothfloth argharhgargharghargh............

I am Back! and Sick. Booooo. Now in Riga. As you can see the entries are slowing down and getting further behind. I will attempt to get up to date. As you can see the photos are very slow in being posted. Most computers that I am using to post entries do not have the grunt to load photos at any sort of acceptable rate. I think that I will wait until I am in the UK to add the photos. If you cant wait 3 weeks then you are lost to me....

Rotterdam

Rotterdam – Ballarat, Drug dealers and more canals...

Having managed to extricate ourselves from Amsterdam having only lost two of party we were happy to come to Rotterdam the Ballarat of The Nederlands. An auspicious title but a well deserved one.
Here to visit Kir we looked at what Alex described as the worst hostel she has ever seen and she has just come from Turkey... With no redeeming features bar the (insert quote marks that i can find on these ridiculous german keyboards) Gorgeous Russian boy (see previous brackets) we decided on sleeping on the streets because at least there we didnt have to climb four flights of stairs to sleep in garbage. Not to fear we found a clean and reasonably priced one not far away.
Rotterdam, spacious, clean and with some of the friendliest and inept drug dealers on the planet. On the first evening met three of these nice gentleman:
1) English?
Yes I speak English I replied.
You follow Arsenal? he ventures,
No.
Liverpool?
No.
Man U?
Look I am going to make this easy I follow North Melbourne.
(Confused Look) Ahhhhhhh You want Hash?
No Thanks.
You want Marijuana?
No Thank you.
Ohhhhh ahhhhh Can I have 1 Euro?
From high and mighty business man to common street begger in the blink of an eye. I felt so sorry for him that I had to walk away quickly as not to laugh in his face (That would have been rude).
2) The second guy was a young guy named Malik. A very nice young man very curious about Australia and after a long discussion he put to me that he was a businessman with many interests and he was interested to know if maybe he could help me out? I got his drift and politely declined explaining that we were just here to relax and enjoy the sights.He then asked if when I was going back to Australia that maybe I would like to take something with me Big or Small he could arrange it. I assured him that drug running wasnt my chosen profession but if I changed my mind I would come back to see him. He then wished me a pleasant stay in Rotterdam. What a guy!
3) The last guy was a bit sneakier, while taking photos of the canal at night, I was walking along looking at my camera when walked over this uplight that was lighting up a tree (go figure) and became dazzled. Staggering along with large spots in my vision I was joined by a rather insalubriuos character. Perhaps it is the high amount of care I put into my personal grooming that explains why I attract such people? Regardless, this bloke starts talking to me in Dutch, I explained that I didnt speak Dutch, so he cut to the chase. Columbian very good 50 Euros one gram. No thanks I say, OK 40 Euros, no really I am not interested, OK OK 20 Euros please, No, Alright 15, NO, Ok Ok please for you only 10 please, Nah Nah really I am not interested (I am starting to laugh a little at the desperation in his voice, probably not a good idea but what can you do?) Alright alright 8 Euro`s for you please. It was at this point that Alex noticed that I was again in discussion with some one I shouldn´t be and called me over. Man I should start a career in purchasing I reckon.
We met Kir and her boyfriend Jay and had a relaxing couple of days doing SFA. We all then said goodbye to one another, Nick and Rex headed to Brussels, I was off to Hamburg and Alex was staying on an extra day in Rotterdam.

Thanks for the hospitality and free internet Kir and Jay,

See you in a month or so!!

Amsterdam

i am in Amsterdam......................................................

Where shall I start... We made it to Amsterdam after a pleasant couple of daze in Berlin at a lovely little hostel run by a very amiable Kiwi bloke named Glen. After seeing virtually none of Berlin we were ready to see bugger all of Amsterdam after all we were in Amsterdam.

We stayed at a camping ground on an island about 4 klicks outside of the Centruum. The first item on our agenda was to see Amsterdam. So into the Hill Street Blues we went (a coffee shop that had been recommened), after a couple of Hoe´s and some Northern Lights we were ready to see some of Amsterdam. As the couples got motivated to do missions, Alex and I decided to do our own thing. This meant finding a map as they all left with the couples and then... back to the coffee shop...

One hour later with the walls closing in and a increasingly urgent need to get back to the campsite and out of public we staggered out of the coffee shop. As our decesion making capacity was seriously we admirably held our shit together long enough to decided that the Pet Shop Boys were full of it and that East was the direction for us.

As we travelled in such an obviously dignified manner we were some what surprised to be asked by some Sepos where to find the canal boats. After some to nonsensical gesticulation I was pleasantly surprised when she said that she should Go Round. To this I wholeheartedly agreed. On we were on our way again, After struggling through the burning sun knowing that every time we stopped we actually made it harder for ourselves we straightened up enough to get on a tram. (Yes, a tram these bastards are everywhere don`t let anyone ever tell you ever that Melbourne is special because we have trams. WE ARE NOT SPECIAL.)

Long story short we made it. Mission Accomplished.

We hired Bicycles. Possibly the best thing that we did in Amsterdam.

We went to some more coffee shops... We played 500...

The Beach

We went to the beach. It has fresh water????? There must have been 30 cranes around this beach. The beach was 50% sand and 50% dust by my reckoning. 90% of the girls were not wearing tops. I liked this beach. I listened to Bob Marley.

We went to some more coffee shops... We played 500...

Apparently there are museums and other such things in Amsterdam even lots of hookers. Unfortunately I did not see these things. Another time perhaps...

In Summary

Man, I liked Amsterdam, such a pretty city... pity about all the bloody Dutch though... Nah Nah they`re alright...Seriously...

Oh yeah and we went to this Beer shop with like 900 beers and glasses. Awesome. They had Coopers... but Pale was sold out :( so we brought Sparkling. True Story.

Germans and Fussball

I will try again after just writing this post and then managing to delete the whole thing with a single key stroke which I still havent figured out how to undo. This is not getting easier. i am in Amsterdam...

Anyway, as I was saying in an incredibly funny and exciting way i went to FanFest in Hamburg and while this time round I am sure that it will be neither as funny nor as exciting, but tough shit i have had to write it twice and I am in Amsterdam. Stop reading now if you can understand this.

To Fanfest I went resplendant in my blue wife beater and Aussie flag draped regally around my shoulders. Representing as only a Kiwi can. The semifinal Deutchland vs Talentless diving Cheating bastards was going to a glorious match with the Deutch triumphing and Sam making party with all the happy Germans! For those that watched the match or havent been clinically dead for the past month the result was quite different.

I dived into the 70000 strong crowd with Amy and Moritz there to pick up the pieces once i got so drunk that i forgot how to walk in the Northern Hemisphere (it is different dont ask if you dont already know). Making friends and influencing people my German got progressively better over the course of the night i could order the right beer, chat up the bar maids (they seem to have a soft spot for retarded Australians that can barely speak English but are willing to try and communicate in German) and discuss in depth with other german supporters the intricacies of how Australia should really be playing in this semi except for some cheating bastard ref. When ever any of these conversations collapsed in a heap i just yelled "Deutchland Deustchland"and we were away again.

I decided to go to the toilet with 2 minutes of regular time to go in order to miss the rush and set myself up for the extra time. As I came out of the toilet chanting with some randoms i was bundled up by Amy and Mortiz saying we're leaving its over. Confused I followed asking questins like what the fuck is going on, where are we going, i need to get my Euro back for this Cup, what do you mean Italy scored, what do you mean Italy scored twice... Before we got to the gate it was explained to me that while I was in the toilet Italy scored and while I was asking questions they scored again. Moritz could smell a riot so we made tracks.

Where Amy and Mortiz live in Hamburg there is this awesome park across the road full of graph (photos coming soon i swear!!) and it is also the local Left Wing radical hang out point. As you could imagine there were people absolutely every where, a shitload of depressed Germans and some mighty happy Italians. At this local rallypoint some of these lefties really hate Germany ( i dont understand this but they like to live there but they just hate their country), so they started burning German flags and yelling at people, picking fights etc. Some guy in a car stopped got out to yell at a flag burner and got bottled from behind for his troubles, I thought a riot was going to start then and there but noone else seemed to mind. People were throwing bottles at cars with German flags on them and ripping them off the cars as they were going by. This was quite intense as most people know back home we love our sport but these idiots were just using it as an excuse to be shit to others. Moritz feels quite strongly about peoples right to exist peacefully so he waded into this lot to yell at one of the guys burning flags. I was not sure that this was a great idea but he was like a lion. Not soft like milk. As i was having visions of some one jumping on Moritz and me jumping on them and then generally getting the shit forcibly removed from my body he came out of it pissed off and revved up so i suggested that we go some where else and have a drink. Muchos Excitement!!

The rest of the night was reduced to a drunken haze once Amy and Moritz went home they left me in the capable hands of Laura who managed to not only get me absolutey shitfaced but also carried me home whilst remaining completely immune to my (i thought foolproof) argument that she as a pretty German girl owed me a drunken Australian lunatic at least one kiss. i mean we won the war didnt we!!??!! She was unmoved by my reasoning. Go figure. She was like a Dime - sweet chocolate on the outside but with a hard carmel heart. Go Laura you good thing!!

Come on Deutchland!!

Dont ask why these posts are out of sequence.

Full Moon Festival and Berlin...

So I left Hamburg last Thursday and took a Bus to Berlin to meet up with the rest of the crew. A thoroughly uneventful journey except for the car crash that happened on the other side of the road. What a mess!!! Anyway got to Berlin and met up with 5 members from crew back home. It is very cool coming to a strange city on the other side of the world and meeting up with so many familiar faces. In true Aussie style we all got very drunk and ate a kebab to celebrate.

The Full Moon Festival
Held at an abandoned Russian Airfield we arrived pick up our passes and it started raining. I blamed the guys that were in Turkey for this... As it was absolutely pissing down we took shelter in an abandoned hanger (photos coming soon). This was very cool! Still had Russian writing on the wall and everything. Totally gutted it still kept us dry. As the rain continued and night fell we decided to stay over night and walk to the party in the morning or when ever the rain stopped. We were joined by a girl from Brazil (Melanie) and later by a German guy from Kazacstan (Anton). We thought as we had beer that we might as well make a fire and make party. On our wood gathering mission we decided that this place was probably not as safe as first thought. The German signs saying keep out were the first clue, the large fluffy balls of asbestos the second and when in one building a chunk of the roof decided that it was sick of being so high and joined us on the ground. After a brief discussion we thought better of poking around in these buildings! Has anyone seen Wolf Creek...?
We went back to the hanger and made a fire and party. After a few little grumbles the fire exploded raining ash and embers over most of the hanger, Anton and I were lucky to escape with just some brown trousers!
The rain stopped at 2 am and we were off to the party! We made camp, made friends and we were away. To cut a long story short some sketchy details that will no doubt get sketchier with time:
The Israelis were as always very helpful.
The Finns made big party with us - Anders, Sean (Spelling?), Fred and Anna - argharghargh or in Finnish flothflothfloth (again spelling?)

There must have been 30 odd people there from Melbourne.

Infected Rocked!
Astral was pretty good - no Nilaya or infinite Justice - booooo. But they were still good.
The trip to Berlin to watch the final at Fan Fest collapsed in a heap of poor planning and an infectious case of the CBF's.
The World Cup final was only available for viewing on a screen that was smaller than a bread box (but bigger than a baby's arm) - I left at half time to watch Astral as jostling for space with 50+ other people to see a screen where you can't make out the score, individual players or the ball seemed pointless. There was also the fact that Italy was playing much better than France and it was giving me the shits (They were the blue team right?).
Some German guys gave us a lift to town to restock (10 Litres of Beer for $8AUD alright!!)Cheers Ralf and Sebastian!!
You can not buy ice in Germany for your Esky any where. This confused the hell out us as we like to drink cold beer ( we had even brought esky's). When quizzed we were told that if you want ice you make it in a freezer. Further questioning got me the following answers - McDonalds, I think at 1 am and flothflothfloth (although I think that the last answer came from Anders)...
Raja Ram played a cranking set!
You can not buy ice cold drinks in Germany unless it is a cocktail.
Raja Ram played some great Shpongle tracks during his Shpongle set although I think that he had forgotten how to use the mixer. I think that it was the worst mixed set that I have ever heard, I reckon that he could have done better using a single CD player and just using the skip forward and backward buttons.
The music on the Monday night was remincisent of two chainsaws and a drum machine on PCP having a very angry menage a tois.
The groove floor looked like a scene from Sean of the Dead for most of the festival.
DJ's are very bad at catching planes and getting visa's - booo Astrix!!
1200 Mic's rocked the show as expected!! Woo hoo!! Riktum please do not sing any more...
They decided to finish a 5 day festival at midnight with 1200 Mics. This was very unsatisfactory and thoroughly disappointing for everyone as every one was pumped up and ready for more.
They then played a 7 second loop of some sort of chanting for 15 minutes to drive people away. It worked. Very well.
They make you pay €0.50 to use the toilet and €2 to use the shower. As you would expect people didn't shower much and would piss everywhere.
We said our goodbyes got email address and phone numbers and left Wednesday morning.

Did i mention that Scooby came out and played? It was worth lugging his ass all the way to Germany. Unsurprisingly Scooby was a big hit with the ladies and Germans in general. But then again you would have to be mad or blind not to love Scooby. Even Security loved Scooby. This just goes to show that wearing a Scooby Doo outfit is definately a short cut to success and prosperity. Unfortunately as my camera died on the first night i will need to source photos from other people. Go planning.

We got back to Berlin (shattered), inhaled some food and then went arghargharghargh and flothflothfloth in no particular order...

PS The formatting on this is screwed i blame the computer and this stupid blog site and these wacky German keyboards.

Scooby Says Go Round.

Getting There...

Random Aussie Guys at the Airport

Seemingly Unconcerned Customs Officals

Bec my Melbourne to Vietnam Drinking Buddy - Why did they stop serving us booze?? I still had my pants on??

As most of you have already heard about my journey to Europe i wont repeat myself. But i will say one thing. Consulates and immigration everywhere sucks. Thanks for jerking me around you Bastards.