Back in the Bundesrepublik

So we are back in Germany for a bit. We are currently in Geisenhausen (don't try and find it on a map -you won't), the small Bavarian town where I did my 2-month exchange. Not much seems to have changed in three years and it seems really wierd to be back. I mean, two of the English teachers even recognised me (yes we did go to school for a bit yesterday, wagged German and considered getting drunk before coming back for English with Herr Kraft. In other news, Herr Kraft asked me to coffee...). I'm not sure Maxi told people I was coming because Fischer (one of the guys I hung out with quite a bit) walked into the common room and was like 'holy fuck! Alastair? Does Maxi know you're here?' I was annoyed I hadn't thought of just randomly showing up at his school.

There was an impromtu party last night where we taught everyone circle of death. Bustarhyme becomes a lot more difficult when it is bilingual, particularly for Greg (but also for me -my German has got so much worse although it is getting better. Gifti: #if I recall correctly, didn't you speak fluent German three years ago?' Me 'Yeah...'). Circle of death went down well, so I think we may have introduced scarfie binge drinking to Bavaria (so much for civilised European-style drinking). But this morning when me and Greg were cleaning up the bottles we realised that everyone else totalled had consumed what either on of us would on a normal-big drinking night -they still have so much to learn.

Also, everyone had a strange fascination with me cutting up bodies and wanted stories, particularly the girls -Claudia, who insisted that we turn on 'Doktor House' in the middle of the party, even nicknamed me 'Doktor Alastair' after House. I'm not sure I want to be like House though, because I like walking properly.

As a final note, Fischers proposition last might now means that we have been offered weed in every city except Hamburg.