Germany, Day 1 and a bit.

[theweaselking]

Tuesday March 7.
I'm writing this from 11 km in the air, over the gulf of St Lawrence, moving over 300 m/s. This is a great thing, even though I'm going to have to wait until I'm on the ground to post it.

Planes = awesomely cool things.

The students are mostly geeks. I caught a pair of them teaching each other about their favourite pastimes - each was trying to convince the other to give up his hobby and take up the other's. The hobbies? Warhammer and Magic: The Gathering.

I resisted the urge to yank out this laptop and convert them both to the cult of megamek. Mostly because it won't work from here without an internet connection.
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2AM. Everyone keeps waking me up to point out how wonderful the mountains look and how cute the little Dutch towns look from the sky.

I feel that the mountains will probably still be there when I wake up on my own.

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4AM. I am in Munich. It is bright and everyone is happy.


I must kill them all.


[EDITOR'S NOTE: Notice all the snow all over the place. Despite normal temperatures over 10 degrees, there was a storm that dropped 50cm of snow on Munich, and the weather below freezing, very shortly before our trip. This is a repeating pattern, watch for it.]
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That's right. I'll be getting mir shop on while I'm here, baby. [Ed: This seemed much funnier at 4AM]
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Hubert the bus driver
5:15 AM. washrooms in the German underground are filthy. There are, however, signs everywhere on the road that read "Ausfarht". I have pictures. Yes, I know what it means. Leave me my juvenility. It is 5:15 AM, even though the filthy Germans are trying to tell me it is almost noon.


Heheheheh. Fart.
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Random pictures from Munich:


Not something you see every day.




The Olympic Tower


BMW tower, from the top of the Olympic Tower.


The Olympic Village


The Olympic stadium.

And now, photos of some Bavarian palace. It being sometime around 9AM when I didn't sleep the night before, I really don't remember much about it beyond that it was a palace.












And now, birds.


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1:47 PM.
Bedtime.

Was going to update from internet kiosk, but Gmail won't load from there and I locked myself out of livejournal by mistyping my password over and over because of all the letters on the keyboard being in the wrong place.

So you'll have to wait for updates. FEAR THE WAITING. Maybe I'll upload this at some point tomorrow - Germany is a civilised country (you can tell because the road signs are all in metric) and so there have to be some goobs wandering around with unsecure wireless, or maybe even a place where I can pass them a Euro and just plug in.

It's certainly nothing like home, where I can't go three blocks without hitting free wireless internet.

The giant picture of Montreal at night from the window after takeoff did not turn out correctly. I am saddened.

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[The stories and pictures do get better, for the record. This is day 1.5: Almost all the pics are take after 24-30 hours up with no sleep.]

Comments

[missysedai.livejournal.com]

Wow. I just got smacked with the hugest attack of Heimweh...Yeah, I'm an American citizen, but Germany is where I felt truly "home". You know, in the "this is where I fit, this is where I belong" sense. And now I'm looking at your pictures and sniffling, because I want to go "home".

The Dachau sign is pretty unsettling if you don't remember that Dachau is also the name of the village, not just the KZ.

The palace is Die Nymphenburg. Mad King Ludwig was born there.

[torrain.livejournal.com]

It is a shame about the Montreal picture. (Do you still have it? Would like to see exactly how it didn't turn out.)

Still find it odd that you hadn't been on a plane before.

[cmseward.livejournal.com]

hadn't been on a plane before

The mind boggles.

[theweaselking.livejournal.com]

It's true, I never had. It just never came up - it was always cheaper to drive and/or I and my family were, say, towing a trailer, which did not lend itself well to flying.

Combine that with my father's learning about the wonders of boats and deciding that he wanted to spend the family vacations on those from the time I was about 10 years old on, and I've never *needed* to fly anywhere until the concept of "Crossing The Atlantic Ocean" made it necessary.

[psyco-path.livejournal.com]

I just want to know if the ducks quacked in german.

[torrain.livejournal.com]

Qüäck.