Frohe Weihnachten

Merry Christmas and all of that. It is not white. Except for the sky. And the people. But not as white as before. Even Geisenhausen had some foreigns. Well one foreign. And a foreign shop.

I havent posted in a long time

Hello everyone, my name is Greg and if you've been on this site in the last two weeks you wouldn't have seen me. Dont ask me why I havent posted in a while because if you do i'll tell you that Al was a computer hog. And also he set it up so that I cant change the format of the page. Basically Al has been telling all the cool stories and all I get to do is tell him what to write. All the innapropriate stuff however was written by Al. He deletes it if I put it up. We are in some village, somwhere near Lübeck, Germany or possibly Norway. And apparently the 24th is like christmas. So merry Christmas. Although when you read this it'll probably be Christmas there too.
Have a happy time in New Zealand and wherever else! Hope it gets above 13C because its almost that warm here!

The Soap

We are currently back in Berlin on our way up to Lübeck for Christmas. It's good that I like train travel.

It's not Greg's fault we are in Berlin again. The 'timetables' are to blame apparently.

Some guy was staggering around the train on drugs or something so got escorted off at Leipzig by the police. He is gonna be so gutted when he sobers up tommorow, and not just 'cause he's in Leipzig and it looks a bit of a shit hole.

So yesterday we went with my exchange student's sister and her boyfriend to Munich to go to this fair thingy that's where Oktoberfest is (I actually went to this Tolwood thing last time I was in Germany and got hammered. Mean). It was possibly the most awkward ride ever because the fought the whole way and unfortunately I could understand them. They have some serious issues -she may or may not have fallen asleep during sex. And it was only when we were in Munich that Jane decided to tell Johannis that I can understand German. But on the plus side, we did 210km/h on the way there. But again on the negative side, Johannis was so distracted that at one point we were going the wrong way in a one way street (even Greg picked up it was one-way without being able to read the massive 'Einbahnstrasse' signs).

Then we went to this party (high school party. Gigidy). We got drunk. We lost at Fussball. I got a free green Santa robe that I will use as a dressing gown next year, even though it doesn't do up at the front. It also has a hood, so when you put that up you look like the irish KKK (mean?).

It's not Greg's fault we are in Berlin again. The 'timetables' are to blame apparently.

The Soap, as it is called, is a series of events my exchange student was involved in in Greece on a class trip this year. Firstly, he scores his ballroom dancing partner. Then he decides he wants his ex back so scores her. Ballroom dancing partner kicks him in the balls. So he goes and scores one of his ex's best friends on the beach. And then almost got with another girl. And somehow he is back together with his ex. Mean. High five!

Also, I think Greg is missing Lucy. I woke up this morning and he was in my bed. Unfortunately both of us blacked out before going to bed so we don't know how this happened. My host mother gave us a very funny look when she came to wake us up.

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.

Ano!

Hey we're just about to leave Prague. But first we need to get some Absinth to take with us and some flavoured tobacco for Benny's water pipe (apparently it is cheap here).

We don't exactly know how to get where we are going (my exchange student's house in Geisenhausen, Germany) but if we get to Munich we'll be fine. So hopefully we'll get to Munich.

Something really funny happened last night and I laughed till I cried. But I can't remember what it was.

Praha -not a retarded laughing sound

We are in Prague with some guy that knows Hungry Steve. So we were drinking last night. We have had some beers tonight and there seems to have been some weed. Man couchsurfing is just beer and weed man. In Vienna there was so much weed all over the table -here it is not like that but it is actually still here. I like the Czech. Republic -you should "czech" it out. And you could pay for the thingy with a cheque.

We saw the city but we also got lost and I saw a prison because Greg got us lost and then he got off the tram but I didn't. We went to the castle. We didn't pay for the tram because.

Last night we went out with a irish dude, an english dude, a german, a swede, a pole, a slovac, and probably some other people. There was a scary girl that came onto everyone. I thought she was trying to mug me but apparently she was just on something. And we ate a thing. But it wasn't fried cheese unfortunately. Fried cheese is the best thing slovakia gave the world. MAn I could do with some fried cheese now. I wonder if Jon has some cheese.

Ano! Ano!

We don't need no water let the motherfucker Brno. Brno motherfucker, Brno

We were in Brno last night. We got hammered on pivo (=beer. I have learned everything important in the czech language) and some absinth and then somehow I was in this other bar by myself talking to this random dude and chain-smoking while he bought rounds of rum shots. Then somehow I found Greg and our host Peter again. Sweet night.