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Katarina goes to the Wiesen

For those that went to Oktoberfest before, wow.

A few days ago we decided to go to the Wiesen. I never went before, though I've been seeing drunk people all over the city since then. So last night was the night. We met up at 5pm and made our way down.

Firstly, it wasn't what I expected. Secondly, at all. I know that many things changed from the traditional Bavarian festival..but I forgot just how many. The first is the most obvious. What do people do nowadays for important festivals, celebrations and wel known-events (that last longer than a day)? They make a fair. With a fair come rides. Which means that we crossed a street to walk with crowds of people, many of them dressed in dirndls (traditional women's dress) or lederhosen (traditional men's sexypants), toward what looked like in the distance - a village made of candy. Light blue, white, pink, and brown colours and weird designs and
big structures...Something a child would gladly pick up in its' hand and eat. As we got closer and into it, I realized it was an amusement park. (??) There were food stands, game stands, and rides that would make your head spin around twice all around us. I immediately wanted to go on three rides but was not allowed. We were going to the tents. And the tents fill up quick, so we had to be on time if we wanted to get in.

As for the tents. They're not tents at all! They are big buildings that look like a cross between the Haida longhouse, a barn, a warehouse, and something Bavarian. There were many of them - at the top over the roof part, each had a different name on it. Ours was something heavenly, I forgot the name. As it stands, the line up was too big to go into the tent (ahem) so we sat at one of the picnic tables near the entrance and bathrooms ( :) ) and had a mass and some food. We received some vouchers earlier, so did not spend a lot on it, although everything is pretty expensive otherwise. I thought we were going to be sitting inside (where it's supposed tobe pretty warm), so I didn't bother with bringing a jacket, but a (pretty flimsy, I suppose) sweater. I immediately started freezing my butt off, which I mastered in my mind by remembering that it's not raining and that I should stop being a wiener. We all ordered, and I got a mass and some food. I had Ox Goulash with Knoedl (spelling probably very off)! It was very good and I was very full, very quick. I felt a little warmer after it. I couldn't hear what the people around me were saying (or pick it up, anyway, as it's German) so I started looking around me at the people.

I heard all sorts of people come to Oktoberfest, many foreigners looking for a good time, and many locals, as well. You could distinctly notice who was from where by what they were wearing. The traditional garb is a dirndl
for women and lederhosen for men. The foreigners seemed to want to wear anything resembling said dirndl/lederhosen and did so with gusto. Some even included gray, pointy hats which they bought in touristy stands in the centre, which I'm convinced are not even close to the actual hat they're supposed to be impersonating. I don't know much about the lederhosen, how they're supposed to look like, which are real, etc, etc - except that I think the shirt is supposed to be white, I think. But as for the dirndl, I heard the traditional ones are long. Anything shorter is for fashion, mainly. And there were so few long ones. Most I saw were girls wearing short "do me" dirndls, where you just really wanted to squeeze the boobs sitting on top of it. Or at least I did. I saw a chick wearing pointy-tipped high heels with a short dirndl...it looked like she wasn't sure if she wanted to go to the Wiesen or to a club, and got confused and put on everything. One of the girls in our group was wearing a dirndl that was made for her - it was a traditional, long one, and I'm certain if you took her out of our time and placed her eons back, she would have fit in perfectly. It looked so natural and normal. To me, a grimy outsider, she seemed like the only one that was dressed naturally - dirndl-wise. I could also be very wrong, but that was my impression.

After a while, everyone decided to go into the tent. I still had half a mass - and I can't drink in two minutes. We thought you could go in with it, but were wrong. Half of us got in, and the other half ended up waiting outside for the bouncer to let us in - in the meanwhile, finishing off the beers. Finally, we could go in. If I said the outside was a cross of a Haida longhouse, a barn, a warehouse, and something Bavarian, then I can tell you that the inside was a cross of a Haida longhouse, a giant pub, a small wooden mall, and a petting zoo. The petting zoo part was the middle, where all the tables were. There was a sort of wooden divider that circled all the tables - so you could walk down the path and go through the wooden part entrances to your table. I quickly learned that the waiters and waitresses only walked along the wall away from the petting zoo area (ok, it's the easiest way for me to describe what it looked like, I'm not trying to put anyone down by calling it a petting zoo). One rather angry waitress checked her head in a 'get the hell out of my way' sort of way...which I quickly obliged. It must be really hard for the employees to ger around. The path was full of people friends/family yelling for each other...It was a fast-moving train made of flesh. I felt like I arrived at Hogwarts and the plates started filling themselves up - suddenly, there would be a giant, silver platter of (delicious) food that would whiz by you magically (only after you realize it was being supported by people). Not to mention the masses that were being grudgingly pushed through the crowd towards said customer. But the petting zoo area was what amazed me. About three quarters of the people in it were standing on the tables and singing and/or dancing. Almost everyone (if not everyone?) was drunk. A friend asked me what I learned over facebook. My answer was "the end of civilization put in a tent". I was thinking about it, as the chaos was so aweing, that this must be what the fall of civilization would look like, when society breaks apart and people go back to their true animal-instinct natures. Although, I also added that if I had another mass or two before coming in - I would have learned a few songs.

As it stands, we pretty much went through the tent and back out on another side, where there was a beergarden. The first half of our group couldn't find seating in the tent (I don't think superman would have been able to, either, it was so full), so they found seats in the beergarden outside. It had heaters above the tables, so it was warmer, and a bit quieter. There were still many people around singing and such, but it was easier to hear each other. So we spent the rest of our time there. At one point, I was sitting at the edge of the table (next to the walkway) and I felt something very hot on my arm. When I looked down, I noticed embers on my bag. I'm assuming it was some sort of firework or something small chucked at me.. I blew it out..but no one saw anything happen. At the same time, some guy got taken out by security for fighting on the other side of the beergarden (it was a small one). What peed me off was that the bag was one my mom got me. I can only hope that the arrested guy was the one that did it and that they kicked him in the gonads for being a bastard. Or maybe I just started burning randomly, from my fiery nature. That's always a possibility, as well. Agh. I also met a guy from Toronto, who hoped I wouldn't hold it against him. I said I didn't.

Michael and I left to go home and on the way went on two rides. As a rule, it's not the best to go on rides after food/drink...well that went in the water. We went on the bumper cars, where he let me drive (ahaha, bad
idea). By Canadian rule, I made us both put on their dinky seat belts (I don't think anyone else was wearing it). And I drove like a madman, bumping the bleep out of everyone. That's the whole point, no? During mid-bump a stranger gave me a rose. When we left the ride, the guy that worked there took it from me, thinking I was giving to him (weird), so I let him have it. We also went on this twirly ride, like the octopus ride at playland.
We shared our row with two guys from Dublin. When it started it was fun, but then we both started feeling like we were going to die (drinking beforehand part, bad). In the distance, you could hear the Irish guy yelling out something along the lines of "I feel awful!". It was awesome. We didn't go on any more rides, though. However, I played the balloon tacking game and won Michael a prize (he had several to choose from), which ended up to be a yoyo, which he broke as soon as he used it once, because the thing touched the ground and exploded. Freaking carnies. He also bought sweet peanuts, which I didn't like much but he does, and which can't be such a good idea technically, as he's allergic to them. No pleasure without pain.

Then we headed to the U4 U-Bahn line and headed back home with a hundred other strangers.

And that was Katarina's adventure time in Oktoberfest.

Posted by Buttfish 06:25 Comments (2)

Updatey Anniversary. Wee!

In Munich..

I realized yesterday that it was a year since I left home with an open
ticket. That also chainbrained me into realizing I haven't updated anything
in a long time. (So here we go!)

I've been in Munich for the last three and a half months. It was supposed
to be a couple of months, but I guess that's the same I thought in Adelaide
Never happened. I ended up staying with Michael (ee!) and applied for a
visa that lets me stay about a year. It was pretty epic, I nearly cried in
the office when I went one of the times. The man said I likely wouldn't be
able to get it (long story), and had to apply to his boss to ask her. I had
to argue my point so I could stay...and it kinda worked. But I kept having
to come back to the office with more paperwork and junk. The second time I
came back, I told the man in halty German (I'm studying German!) that the
man from the same office told me to come back (which he did) and when the
guy responded in mumbly German (no idea what he said), I apologized and
explained I didn't speak German. That was when he made a very
annoyed/arrogant face and said 'Schlecht!' - which means 'bad'. Erm...not a
bit rude? Michael came with me the last time and the first (and nice!) man
was there, so I got my visa.

I've taken two German classes so far, 1A and 1B. The first one had a
teacher I quite liked..she would snort-laugh in the weirdest way at the
strangest things (that aren't funny at all, really) and was so cute, you
wanted to eat her. I still see her in the hallways here and there. The
teacher I just had in the last course was nice but couldn't teach. I took
an online TEFL course (allows you to teach english abroad), which basically
gives you a crash course in english grammar and the do's and dont's of being
a teacher and teaching. The lady that taught me in the second level did so
many of the dont's...it's amazing. She was really annoying me by the
end...as before, when I was excited to go to class, this time I dreaded it
and couldn't wait for it to end. I did learn something still, but blah.
Ranting will not continue on this subject here.

I didn't travel very much in the last few months. We went to Austria once,
Innsbruck, for a party (Alps so pretty!). I went to Frankfurt to surprise
my dad during his overlay - returning was exciting, I was driving back with
a potential rapist - Michael googled his name on the internet and my dad
took a photo of his car and liscense plate. The guy was really nice,
though, and I think I talked the crap out of him, so even if he was a
rapist, he would rather have gotten rid of me. It was great to catch up
with my dad - I haven't seen him for a few months. We've gone down south of
Munich into the country - an area where he and many of his friends grew up.
It's really relaxing and brilliant to be away from the city for a bit, even
though Munich is pretty calm as cities go. I've met his family, all of whom
are really nice. He's got many little nieces and nephews, all of whom are
are equally insanely cute. We babysitted several of them once and I found
myself trying to read a baby book in German to a little girl who knew German
animals better than I did. I read quite badly and had no idea how to say
anything else but point and go 'dog!' in German. Unluckily for me, there
weren't that many dogs in that book. Still. Cute! Many times there were
Beergarden outings - it's nice especially on a really warm day. Whole
families go, and some even have playgrounds for the kids. My favourite so
far is the Chinese Tower one, which is next to - said Chinese
Tower - in a big park. There are no fences, but many trees...there are a lot
of people there, and a lot of tourists, but we usually stay a bit late, so the
crowds thin out a bit - and then it's so calm...I enjoy that particularly.

http://www.reiseagentur.de/Travelogs/MUC/Bgarten/jpg/166.jpg

What bugs me is that when people hear 'Munich', they immediately go 'beer
and sausages!' or 'Oktoberfest!'. There is so much more to Munich than
beer, sausages, and Oktoberfest. When I was coming here, those things
didn't pop into my mind at all, they were on the side, but I had a clean
slate. No stereotypes, I guess. No one ever mentions about how
bicycle-oriented Munich is - how most of the sidewalks are split up or
connected to a lower sidewalk that's for bikes - or the numbers of bikes you
see parked infront of nearly every institution.

http://velo-city.org/bike-parking/CIMG5917.jpg

No one describes the city,
how it feels more like a home than a monopoly - how they don't have so many
highrisers to block out the sunshine. I haven't heard anyone talk about the
standing wave for the surfers on the Eisbach (small, creek-river thingy in
the center) - these guys surf on giant waves created behind this bridge.
It's a small area, but pretty popular - many people come to
watch.

http://www.23hq.com/MartinaWeber/photo/4595191/large

The buildings have a particular style in this city, it's different than I would have imagined it from other European cities. I've been to several
parts of Europe and the cities have all reminded me of each other - but this
one doesn't. The buildings have a different look to them, looks sort of
like this.

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And many have engraved images on the walls of the buildings - like
this.

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There are many parts of the city that aren't mentioned, and really should
be.

The other day, we went to the Eisbach to swim. Not really swim, it's more
like tubing without a tube. You jump in at a point several hundred meters
behind the surfers and the current is so strong is carries you down... I
never went before, so it was a surprise to find the grassy patch from where
you set your towel and make your jump - to be completely crowded and full of
people. Many were teenagers and there were bottles on the ground this time
around - garbage. It seems the spot either became more popular, or everyone
took advantage of the nice day to go on...and some people put on bad house
music :S - but I enjoyed jumping in - although I couldn't have done it
properly without Michael, as you have to know when to spread out, dive,
etc...or you injure yourself properly. A few people died there in the last
several years. We went to a lake and rented a paddling boat yesterday. It
was from a rental place that was sort of hidden, I think. It was basically
a yard where there was a whole family, from babies to grandparents - lazing
around, swimming, etc. Michael saw an old man change infront of him,
accidentally. The lady seemed unperturbed that we were taking the boat and
when we were coming back. But we returned it in good time, anyway. It was
really nice being in a boat in the middle of the lake - much calmer and less
traffic than on a beach. It looked something like this.

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Here's some me (with chin fat!) and Michael rowing.

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Here is the giant ferry that looked like it was going to run us over but didn't.

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I won't be taking German classes for September and October, as we'll be
going on vacation for a week or so at a time - and even a day of missed
class means a lot. We're going to Croatia for possible camping in August,
and perhaps Italy or such for possible camping in September. I'm pretty
excited about it. I love the city, but even more the outdoors. Otherwise,
my schedule was pretty simple. School, homework, go out somewhere, eat,
sleep. I love it where I am now, although I miss my family and friends.
Never expected to end up staying in Munich - but now that I am - I couldn't
have wished for better. Hope that everything is going well on the other
side :)

Hugs and things from the south of Germany!

Kat

PS Write, you bastards, write!

Posted by Buttfish 09:00 Archived in Germany Comments (0)

Hello Munich!

Hurrah for updates!!
So after about a month of lovely Vancouver, I came to London! It was actually nice for once, unlike the last couple of times, and was only crummy weather for several days. I stayed with Iain shortly, near Canada Water station (which is ironic!). It was pretty nice, mind you I got used to the tube more than the land, so I had no idea where I was when I was in town - if I was above ground. I got a weekly pass thing on my Oyster card (it's a transit card for London), so it was slightly cheaper. But after that, I went to another hostel, which I have since dubbed the ghetto hostel, because it was - interesting. It wasn't too hard to get to, and I like the area.
The area, Depford, is full of small shops and places to eat, fairly cheap, comfortable, I liked the feel of it. When I found the hostel, I found it was above a pub for one (but I sort of expected that, anyway). An old drunk man on his scooter outside the pub told me to go to the counter in a friendly way, you could say. The people there were very nice, it was a bit grudgy, but OK. But then (since I had my laptop), I was told it wasn't really safe to keep it in the room - but then it wasn't really safe to put it in the lockers that were outside our rooms for some lovely reason (and not inside) - so it may be safer to put my laptop under the bar, where they sold the drinks. I didn't think that was a very safe idea, so I figured to risk keeping it in my room - but I didn't feel any more comfortable when three people warned me strictly to keep my bag on my front or I will get robbed and not know it. So. I had entered the ghetto. The hostel itself had everything you needed, except the kitchen was always dirty and full of dirty dishes no one ever cleaned - I think this was primarily cause the regulars here were dirty old men. One day someone put up a sign on the counter above the sink (with all dishes clean and put away!), saying "wash your dishes you lazy cunts!" - very homey decor. The cleaning girl saw it and commented how that was awesome (since she had to clean up after said dirty old men), and one dirty old man that was in the kitchen at the moment commented on how he never really washed his glass since he uses it again so he always just puts it on the side. Man, did she give it to him. I could hear her victorious screeching all the way down the hall and through the doors. The regulars also stared at me weird while I did completely normal things like make dinner or (egad!) wash my dishes. My room ended up to be completely fine, met some good people there. All for one exception, which I have in the meanwhile dubbed Naked Man.
Naked man, if the nickname doesn't give it away, liked to be naked. We were alone in the room a few times, before the room filled up a bit. Man. To create a mental image, he's in his late 30s, early 40s, has a buzzcut that sticks vaguely (meaning hair does exist there) onto his potato-like head, and is naked. First off, he sleeps naked. So in the morning he would wiggle into his towel under his covers and jump down (he was on the top bunk), where he would shower or wiggle into his underwear. From there on, the towel lay forgotten, and he would strut around the room in his tightie whities as proud as anyone can be, bending over particularly with his non existent tail up in the air, while he's looking for god knows what in his bag. One day he sat at the table infront of my freaking bed (I was on the laptop), where he had HIS laptop (he was doing some sort of english exercises), in his underwear, which he would adjust every now meticulously and brush his thigh hair with his hands. I made the mistake of noting his existence when I first arrived. After that, I would put my laptop infront of my face to block him out and the world was suddenly a much brighter place. He noticed I was trying to learn some German, so offered me a book (he was learning english, I think), which I politely avoided since he was creepy. But he was nevertheless a big part of my stay here, since he received such a large paragraph. Try or not to block him out, he was ALWAYS THERE.
I still liked that area, though. Now thinking about it, I wouldn't mind staying there again. Also moved to London Backpackers, which was the best hostel so far. In zone 3, but worth it enough. Accessible, good hostel, people, clean, no naked men, what else could you ask for. I went to Greenwich with a couple of people I met from Seattle one day. It was pretty neat. You could see this statue thing and the line of the great divide.
You could also see this very long line up of tourists waiting to take their picture with the statue and the line of the great divide. Unfortunately, that entire line up was pointless because the original line was actually 50 meters away in a building that no one was taking any heed to whatsoever.
But that's also pretty pointless to note, since when they built the building they didn't put any windows on the north or south sides, so the guy that lived and worked there couldn't look at the stars properly and do his calculations the way he should. So he ended up doing all his work from a shed - which, coincidentally, has nothing whatsoever to do with the thing the tourists were drooling at or the building that no one was paying attention to. Actually, I don't think the shed is even there anymore. I really don't know where precisely it was. So I thought that was interesting all in all. A very exciting lady in a funny white get go did a reenactment of all that history to the crowd surrounding her. I think most of it went to waste, though, since two minutes after her presentation ended - everyone else went to line up to take pictures of the fake line of dividingness. But the grounds were beautiful! I also found a statue of a piece of poo dressed like a storm trooper ("Storm Pooper"!) and bought it for Michael :)
I met up with Iain, Cory, Laura, and co for a while, which was pretty awesome. A few of us went to Harrod's, which is a mall for rich people. It's pretty fancy - and neat to look at since everything is crazy. Like the golden toothbrush I found (and bought for a birthday present!). What better way to stay clean? Actually, I went back there later with a friend (Mason - one of the people I went to Greenwich with) to try to find that toothbrush and it took forever. It's very large - there are also lots of security guards. When we first entered it, the guy at the front made us walk two by two - even though we weren't walking side by side all four of us. A little strange. When I met up with Cory, Laura and Courtney, it was at their family member's (uncle's? Now I think of it, I don't know!) studio, where theyn deposited Cory on the spotlight and took a million photos of him - with sparkles in his eyes! It was pretty fun watching the photos come up, while he played music on a guitar. Also went to an Aussie club one night, which was memorable. I met a couple of teachers there, I think they were elementary school teachers, I can't remember anymore, but it was pretty neat talking to them. It almost weirded me out, since I couldn't imagine any of my elementary school teachers drinking in a bar like there's no tomorrow.
So these guys were receiving high fives. Iain and I wanted to see Watchmen but missed the time, so ended up seeing Lesbian Vampire Killers, which is educational. There was also a gay werewolf in the end. :) So I went about and spent some time exploring a bit of London. Wanted to see a 'Wicked' play, but never ended up to, since it wasn't playing that day (and I wanted cheap tickets). Only thing was I forgot how the center was laid out - so I was totally lost above ground. But underground I was ok. That was annoying. Next time, I have to find a map..
But Munich! Ok, so about a week ago, I arrived. Amazing city! I haven't seen very much of it so far, but the parts that I did...are weird. But good weird. I've seen a bunch of European cities, city centres, etc. This one is different. Yesterday we went to the center and went up a tower which I can't spell the name of (since I only heard it and think I'll butcher it) and we could see all of Munich. I could see some parts of old Munich when we were walking towards the centre - it was like walking through a city and suddenly walking into a fairy tale. That's the impression I got. I have never had that feeling before - the closest I could describe it to is Christmastime when you're a kid. So right off the bat, the place is just awesome. But I'll have to rewind a bit.
The first thing that really, technically happened when I arrived was that I got sick. Either a stomach flu or something I ate, I don't know, but it left me like an invalid at a campfire with a bunch of kids eating s'mores. It took a few days of zweibak (sp?) - a sort of buiscuit shaped like little bread slices that's very light and good for your insides when you're feeling like egg mush (the British call it a "rusk") - and loads of Camille tea, all prescribed and prepared by Michael, before I am back at normal Katarina level. Personally, I think it was because I bought the Storm Pooper. The thing jinxed me.
But when you look around, you can see how bike-accessible Munich is. It's awesome! Biking seems to be a common form of transport, you see bikers everywhere, for one. There are bikes tied to racks and fences or outside of houses, as you walk by. They have a company that rents out bikes when you need them - so you set up an account and pick up a bike wherever in the city you are, if there's a station near you. The sidewalks - they are normal, walking sidwalks - and they are very wide. Because the half of the sidewalk closer to the street is a notch lower than normal sidewalk - that's specifically for bikes. This cycling aspect is one of my favourite things about the city, so far.
We went to several beergardens. I obviously never went to one before. I'll probably sound like I'm spewing stuff out now, but ah! The culture!
Imagine a hundred picnic tables all situated under chestnut trees (a law!). These, of course, are crowded with people of all ages, eating, not eating, but all drinking - out of jugs that are as big as pitchers. A jug this size is called a 'mass', as I was taught, haha - the first day I arrived. :) Each would hold about two bottles of beer. As soon as it's nice outside, everyone is out immediately for a drink in a beergarden. The biggest problem would be finding a seat, since there are so many people. But that may be what amazes me most, since you see everyone enjoying life in a way you should be. You see culture beaming out of the whole picture like chemicals out of a power plant. It's brilliant. I'm not sure if I'm explaining this properly.
Another thing is the church bell. Every morning, it starts to ring and count off what hour it is. Not being early risers, that means that by the time it starts counting only one ring - that means that well, crap. It's 1pm. But I'm beginning to love it, since it's a way of telling the time without moving or opening your eyes. It reminds me of all the history that eminates from this place... Definitely a better reminder than the neighbours mowing the lawn outside.
We went to a concert last night to see Anna Ternheim, a Swedish singer. I heard only two of her songs, but love them. So I knew I would enjoy the concert right off. And it was great! The venue was a new one, it was hidden in between all this construction. And it was held in a sort of brick warehouse with a metal roof - and stage, lights, all the get-go. The opening band sounded like they were trying to be Bjork, but not succeeding...but they did good in some parts of their stuff, at least. But the artist we came to see was brilliant - it's too bad the concert ended! The only downfall was that I had my camera when I came there (we were walking around town earlier), and I forgot about the probable rules of no photos...so I had to check in my camera. But the guard was apparently quite unfriendly (I thought it was cause of his english, but guess he was just being a prick). He went 'NO! NO!" to point out the camera. But all I had to do was check in my stuff into coat check and all was good.
The End. Katarina can't think.

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Back in London. PART TWO! (and a half?)

Alive.

I'm back in London!

The flight from Vancouver to here has been a weird one. In fact, this whole past month has been a weird one. Can't quite describe it. But anyway. I got on the plane to Frankfurt (- via lovely Lufthansa) and spent just under ten hours pretending to not have a tailbone. Alas, I really do have a tailbone - which means that when I finally unflued myself from the airplane seat I felt like someone took a sledgehammer to my backside. Otherwise, all good. The flight from Frankfurt to London was much shorter, it was pretty neat looking out the window and seeing the English Channel...enjoyed that. It's small enough to look like something from a map! Although the first pilot flew the plane like I play video games. It was a little unnerving. Took the Piccadilly Line to my hostel, where the instructions made it seem much closer than it really is. Their 200 meters really ended up to be something like four giant freaking blocks. Carrying my laptop as well, it was painful. Got a sim card at a place called 'Phones4U' - or such. Was pretty easy, since I already have the (unlocked!) phone. I got my phone unlocked at 111 W BRoadway in Vancouver - a small shop that does all sorts of conversion things near the Mountain Euipment Co-op, and other travelling stores. They charged me 20$ CAD for it, which is far better than the $50CAD that Rogers charges. Zing! So. That's it. May go out to the Steam Engine or the like, a little pub in Waterloo. I stayed in that hostel last november. Great people, although there was no kitchen - and while they had WiFi, they had no computers. I'll see if Iain gets back to me anytime soon..

Otherwise, vaguely jetlagged. My hostel room is full of people from - Macedonia? I can tell they speak some Serbian in there and something else...it's interesting trying to guess the language.

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PHOTO!

HI!
Ok, I put up a few pics, so anyone vaguely interested, there they are! It's a freaking process, so I think I'll just try facebook next time...once I clean out my camera. Which will take a while. But till then. Here are a bunch of beaches and a depressed tree!
http://latarina.travellerspoint.com/25/
Kat

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