For a few days, it felt incredibly strange being back in the land down under…. where women glow and men plunder. I found the 24 degree celsius temperatures too hot, I found the wide open spaces strange and I found the sound of every bogan repulsive. But in a way, I’ve come to realise over the past week, that that’s all part of Australia’s rough and ready charm.
I seriously won’t forget my year away in Germany. But after seeing Sydney’s majestic harbour and spending a day with a friend in Luna Park on Sydney’s Milsons Point, it was clear to me where my heart lay all along; here in this gem of an antipodean paradise.
So here’s some photos for those who are dying to see what it’s like looking over that expanse of water between my city’s harbour shores. Hope you enjoy. :]
Can you guess the link between the three words above?
No, I wasn’t ill in the snow whilst skiing down a mountain… too literal.
Yesterday I got back from three days in southern Germany staying at my second host family’s winter apartment. From there we could take the fifteen minute drive each day across the border into various Austrian ski resorts. One I remember distinctly was in Unken, simply because I didn’t actually go skiing… Two evenings before I became incredibly sick… here comes the graphic description kiddos. ;]
Lots of vomiting to the point of being physically drained… I ended up in complete pain with a serious stomach ache, head ache and a lack of food in my belly… I couldn’t eat for the next 24 hours. I was bed ridden… and it sucked.
The next day however I felt a bit better, and fit enough at least to go outside and get some fresh air. So I went with my host family to ski area Almenwelt Lofer, and instead of skiing, spent a few hours wandering the mountains and getting lost, then later wandering the cute little Austrian town down below.
I’m happy to say I’m now a lot better. Thank the heavens for pain medicine… it made my agony bearable. I’m also happy to announce that the photos aren’t too bad… although the shotty weather didn’t help my little digital camera much… :p
Wishing all the vomiters a fun trip back to recovery.
This was not a reference to a bomb explosion… relax, people! :]
This was in fact a reference to two things… although both ironically similar to a bomb, well, explosively speaking at least;
Both of which I encountered in a single New Years Eve celebration in Berlin.
You may often [or not] hear the expression “it was like war”. Well, let me tell you something; if you’re not one of those lucky 1,000,000 people who make it onto the two kilometre ‘Party Mile’ before they close the entrances, you’ll feel like you’re on a European warfront. Apart from the booming of the midnight fireworks (as well as unofficial, and unscheduled firework demonstrations throughout the night), there was a cacophony of bangs surrounding us for the duration of the evening. Firecrackers, as well as the loud smashing of glass bottles (not to mention the “duck or you’ll be sprayed with shatters of glass” dance) led us to hitching ride in a taxi back to my host dad’s apartment a little after one in the morning.
Oh the joys of exchange. ;]
I’m telling you now… I certainly won’t forget my most recent, and [unfortunately] last, trip to Berlin.
Cheese fondue before heading into the city for New Years.
Roncalli Circus, and seeing german actor Christoph Waltz in the flesh
Seeing Beethoven’s 9th Symphony in the Berlin Philharmonic
Having Elton’s Your Song sung to me by a drunk german
Spending an hour in Zara
Watching the musical Tanz der Vampire (Dance of the Vampires) in German.
Viewing a visually erotic cabaret called Wunderkammer performed by a Brisbane acrobatic troupe in Berlin’s beloved Chamaeleon Theater
Here’s a few pictures… I had a major fascination with the Berliner Dom on this trip….fascination, not a fetish.
In the noble words of former Britpop band Supergrass (and no I’m not referring to keeping our teeth clean, although dental hygiene is important), “see our friends, see the sights, feel alright. And that’s exactly what I intend to do… make the most of my youth, in fact the most of my life. :]
You never know when one may just kick the bucket…
So quite recently I took to seeing those upbeat lyrics in action and rounded up a few friends and explored Augsburg’s amazing alleys, main streets, christmas lights, and cinemas… (yes, that’s a plural). Photos can be seen below. ;]
So get outdoors kiddies, and I don’t mean kick around a football… try something new…
because we are young, and before arthritis and wrinkles kick in (I hear it happens sooner than you think), we seriously need to live the true meaning of being a fun-loving teenager.
Legit. I didn’t realise how big christmas was in Germany until Christmas dinner… well, the second one at least. Last night I visited my former host family in Zusmarshausen and we nibbled on a delicious goose with traditional Bavarian cuisine such as blaukraut (red cabbage), knödel (potato dumplings) and even a christmas salad as entrée. It was a delicious [second] feast…. it was surely worth a couple of photos. ;]
An amazing Christmas was to be had! I hope everyone feels the same way. :]
It’s not every day that a family sits around the table and gorges over a hot stone….
So is the tradition in my lovely current host family… we devoured the most delectable treats grill-able, ranging from salmon, prawns, beef, calf and lamb, to capsicum, mushrooms and beans.
Not to forget the other bowls of food which required no grilling whatsoever… ;]
Here are just a few shots of our evening (it did start off rather traditionally by attending church at St. Ulrich’s).
Even more joyful Christmas love to come.
P.S. My Christmas adventures (much like those fine moments in my every day exchange life have inspired recent sketches for the ANIMAILS collection).