Monday, February 23, 2009

Online Polls

Hey everyone,

the boys are back from an intensely long road trip across western europe. final statistics are as follows: Getting ready... We are parked on the sidewalk in Budapest. This is typical

Distance: 2,330 km
Top Speed: 205km/h (see photo above)
Total Time: 3 days and 17 hours, 23 hours of driving (22 hours slept by tristan in car)
Rental: 50 euro/day
Gasoline: 2x50 euro/day

Illegal manouevres: 2 (1 speeding ticket in Amsterdam [not fair considering we just got off the autobahn] and one parking ticket in Vienna)

Canadian drinking songs: atleast 3 were sung at the Hofbrauhaus in Munich (one was Oh Canada...), the largest Beer Hall in the world while a group of twenty German guys belted out their own drunken ramblings at the top of their lungs at the table beside ours

Coffeeshops visited: 2, after the long drive from Munich, trevor needed a lot of coffee...
Spacecakes consumed by group: 1, unshared

Number of times sharing a bed: 2 (I slept with Trevor in Amsterdam in the shittiest "hotel" i've ever seen => the shower was in the same room as the toilet so you would literally shower over top of the toilet and there was no sink to wash your hands. the next person to use the toilet would find it soapy clean but in three inches of post-shower water. The other was Rock and Tristan who shared a bed at the Warsteiner Hof in cologne. I slept on the floor using trevor's coat as a pillow while trevor took a cot that rocked like a teeter-totter)

German entourages: 1, its wise to follow Germans who reference WWII, hand you dollar bills with boobs on them, and jump in unison on elevators trying to break it screaming German words knocking eachother over and pissing in garbage cans.

Extended meals across Europe: 1. On the journey home it was decided that a goal would make the drive more enjoyable. We drove to Salzburg, Austria to have appetizers (some wine, soup and salad) and then on to Vienna for the main course (a metre of barbecue ribs, authentically austrian I know, but it was late and we were really hungry) and finally to Bratislava, Slovakia for banana-splits (is what would have happened if it wasn't 11:30 on a Sunday night).

Massive street festivals: 1. Cologne Carneval puts Homecoming to shame. The party takes place in two areas, each 10 times the number of people that attend Aberdeen. Everyone (I mean everyone) is dressed in ridiculous costumes for the entire festival (it lasts 4 days) so that during the day people are walking around town dressed as pirates, rats, clowns, fairies, dragons, dinosaurs, elvis and anything else you can think of. They close the streets, open the bars for dancing 24 hours for the duration of the festival, all things that can be thrown, stolen, broken, used as a weapon, such as tables, chairs, signs (i watched a lady dressed as a flower carry a street sign down the middle of a street crowded with 60,000 people) are hidden in basements. Oh and there aren't any police to be seen. anywhere. and I didn't meet one other foreigner, they were all locals.
Trevor with crazy Cologners

Helpful Germans: a lot. Germans are awesome. A shout out to the old guy and his wife who practically walked me back to the hotel after Carneval. another shout out to the staff at the Warsteiner Hof who told us that we over slept the free breakfast, then proceeded to offer us free food anyways. finally, a shout out to the girl at the Subway who got us directions to the hotel, and to the girl at the Hostel who let us use the internet for free.


Parking in Amsterdam: astronomical. its no wonder they ride bikes everywhere.

Fun in the sun: 0 hours. It was not sunny once. It was mostly cloudy but proceeded to rain and finally, driving home at 1 in the morning after 3 nights of partying it began to snow. This isnt a problem usually but in an Opel Astra, winter driving can have its concerns.


A windmill near Koln.

Congrats to Tristan for besting everyone in the online poll of "who is the gourmet chef of the flat?".



Tristan in the Kitchen

1 comment:

  1. Tristan, you should have told me you were going to Amsterdam - my grandparents live there. They would have let you stay there! [bridges]

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