capital of CRAZINESS!!!- part 2

Why I call this mad city capital of craziness? Let me explain here
I have never come across so many insane people in one city in a short three days.

Tuesday the night started out with some simple drinking game with 2 Brits and three other Americans from California, Texas, and Kentucky! Anyhow, the Texan girl was dating the Californian guy and the Kentuckian met the Texan girl in Salamanca while studying abroad. They were all nice and I had a good chat with each one of them especially the Kentuckian since it's rare to run into someone also from that region. She's studying in U Louisville btw.

Anyhow, I saw some tension between the Americans and the Brits after couple of drinks but didn't pay much attention cuz I am always easy going. So I was the middle man. Then we decided to follow the white Brit (cuz the other is black) to a club on the island. The island is located right in the middle of the river Danube.

Everything seemed to be going alright. We joined some hippies at a square for some live hippie concert with handdrums and stuff. It was cool but too much marajuana involved. The girls there were way too young for my taste but the white Brit picked up two of them who didn't really speak any English and went off with them in the woods. So the black one got really pissed off. But we left without him and walked through the woods and finally got to the club. It was pretty empty and not that many were on the dancefloor dancing. But all a sudden the Texan started going to the restroom nonstop, and I thought she might have her period or something. Later on she said she was puking but I still didn't get why until they offered us esctasy. I was like hell no cuz if that's the effects it brings then why the hell should I take it? Oh, before this, the white Brit showed up at the club without the girls and I asked what happened. He told me he went in the woods and "played some football(soccer)" with them but it was too boring so he left. I didn't buy the soccer thing because, well, that is just bullshit. So as we stayed at the club all sitting in a couch, the black guy and the Texan disappeared and I was asked their whereabouts so I told the white guy about it. Then he told me that the black guy was trying with her, in the boyfriend's presence. It just stroke me that the night was not going to end early with these maniacs.

After a while we all got bored at the club so decided to leave. So we went in the woods and the Kentuckian started walking way ahead of us, something like a mile ahead. Then she laid on the ground waiting for us to get there. After we caught up she went off in the woods and started doing carwheels on the grass and in front of some kind of Roman ruins. It was quite amazing to see the ruins at night and it would totally freak me out if I was alone. Then for some reason the Brits were no longer friends with the Americans so decided to ditch them and walked to admire other Roman ruins also in the woods. And they took me with them because they liked me. Anyhow, I wasn't too proud of it since the Americans were high on their asses and didn't know the way home.

So we walked in the woods again after climbing up and down in the ruins without any source of light whatsoever. I don't know how we managed to do it, especially with those quite high and drunk brits. As we were climbing in the ruins the white guy suddenly stopped and tapped on my hands, "there's a cig." "ok? and?" "you see that cig?" I was like, I don't think I'd be able to in this condition. So he restated his meaning again "you see that light?" Then me and the black guy turned to the direction where he was pointing and shit, it was chills to the bones when I saw it. So we said "Hello?"
"Hello..."
"How are you?"
a moment of silence...
"no English"
"hey do you know how to get out of here and get back to the city.. blah blah blah..."
"no English"
"so what are you doing there?"
"no English"
and he was about to talk again and I stopped him because it was apparently "NO ENGLISH!"

So we stepped out of the ruins ourselves and found our way along the shore. It was really creepy because you saw people hiding in the absolute dark doing their own things. Along the way the Brits were freaked out several times when they saw a face here and there and sometimes I jumped because they shouted like the whole island was on fire or something.

After we got out of that mad island onto the bridge, we saw three kids on their bicycles just resting on the bridge. So we went over and asked them what they were up to, how old they were, and etc. They, with very minimal knowledge of english, answered that they were doing nothing but hanging out and were about in their mid-teens. So we told them to go home or find some party but not sitting on a bridge doing nothing. They seemed to be nice until they almost rammed their bikes into us and the white Brit almost made one of the kids fall off the bridge. But it was just a little prank they were playing on us so it wasn't much trouble.

The guys were alcoholics as the stereotype tells you. So they eagerly found a bar on the road but asked for another club so we could go. Instead, the middle aged female bartender gave us some kind of brothel brochures and, incredibly, the guys asked her how much did she cost. I was freaking shocked to hear that and was kind of relieved when she said that she only did regulars and not strangers. As it turned out, these guys were only 19 but had already been to a brothel when they were 17. That is freaking messed up. At that time, it was already about 3 in the morning and I was getting tired. But one last weird thing happened.

A 60 year old hooker showed up and asked us where we were from. After we told her she immediately said "I don't speak English." So we were like why the hell are you here asking us? And she asked if we spoke Italian or German or French or something else. Well the Brits managed to squeeze out some French and German but then she again told us that she didn't speak those languages. WTF? But she just didn't want to get lost but standing right next to our table and smiled weirdly at us. The way how I could tell that she was a hooker is that she wore this really bright color eyeliner, something like greenapple. And the way she was dressed and appeared at this time.

Finally I got tired of all the nonsense I went back to the hostel alone and saw the Americans already sound asleep. Then I was relieved. But later on the next day, they told me they had to call a taxi to come back!

Budapest- the city of craziness!!! (part 1)

view from the Buda side

this hat is all u need on a hot summer's day

cute girls on the street

One of the big cathedrals in Budapest

if you don't know what exactly you want in Budapest, that might get you lost big time.

For me, I spent 4 hours searching for my hostel because I messed up the address. At first I took the right bus but the wrong direction, then i took the same one back but past the right stop, funny thing is that the hostel never told u what stop to get off at but only the 8th stop to get off so u never know which one is right. so after all that time wasted on public transport, the description led me to one of the main streets and I couldn't find the number wanted because I thought the big street ended at the intersection but actually it ended in the middle of a straight road. it was really weird. but even after I found out about that the door was not the right one because the hostel was in an alley but the description sort of implied that it's on the same main street because it said just walk down to door number 8.

Anyhow, I got really tired and frustrated after four hours and almost tried to sleep on the street or just find another one. but finally i found it and i was relieved. so i didn't do much that night.

the second and third day I simply went sightseeing and talked with some cute girls on the street helping out tourists or trying sell us tickets for the city tour. it was fun to talk with some real locals, some high schoolers and some college goers. I was going to party with them at night but too bad I was already leaving for Prague when they were going there on the weekend.
But I really enjoyed the views in Budapest especially on the hill on the Buda side. I finally bought a ticket from the girls to go on a city bus tour and it was totally worth it because I also got a free ride on a boat on the Donau,or Danube.

And something real funny onboard happened on the bus.
So three Swedish get onboard and see a jacket on the seat so take it to the guide telling her that someone forgot it there. But as it turns out it was from an American family with a Caucasian husband, Asian (most likely Chinese or Taiwanese) wife, and a kid. They put the jacket there to reserve the seat. So when they get on the bus, the wife complains to the husband that someone has already taken the seat so the husband starts whining about it. The Swedes explain how they saw it and took it to the guide and it makes sense to me. But the Americans do not ask for the seats back but sit down. But the husband, who is now sitting right next to one Swede, starts saying bullshit like "Nowadays tourists are just obnoxious and blah blah blah, it was obvious that people save seats with a jacket..." So the Swede sitting next to the husband can't take it anymore and tells him what she did was right and argues on. And the American just doesn't wanna let go so keeps on arguing as well. So another Swede turns around and talks with the Swede sitting next to the American, IN SWEDISH. I can understand a little and I assure you they are not saying anything obscene about the Americans. So now the American man gets really pissed off because he can't understand them. So he goes, "Don't think that if u speak ur language I won't know that you are mocking me, I know another foreign language too, but I'm too nice to use it against you! If my daughter is not present I promise you I'd cuss" At the moment I am thinking that he might be referring to Chinese or Taiwanese ,which I can understand perfectly, because of his wife. And finally the Swede tells him to shut up, he goes, I am this close to smacking you (with the hand doing a measuring gesture indicating how close.) Then the Swede goes (btw, all the Swedes were female),"shut your fucking filthy mouth!" Then the American guy snaps and almost jumps up from the chair to smack her.

I found it extremely funny because if they had swore all in their own language I would understand them all!!! and maybe just tell them what the others were saying against them. hehe

Krakow to Vienna

On the train there I was in the same cabin as an old Polish man. So at first I thought he wouldn’t have been able to speak English but then he spoke. So it turned out that his family was forced out of Poland in WWII. Thankfully his mother spoke perfect German which brought his family prosperity. Later on, he moved to Florida to have business there. Now he has moved back to Krakow. Usually all the Poles try to move out of the country as soon as possible, so I was curious why he wanted to move back. So he explained the convenience of living in a city such as Krakow. Indeed, it’s got the convenience and great atmosphere everywhere in town. So what brought him to Vienna? He sold something on ebay and according to him that there was no way to mail it via the Polish post. I wasn’t so sure if it was that crappy or just the goods is too valuable. I was guessing both because he wouldn’t have paid the train ticket just for some crap payment. But we chatted for a while until I looked sleepy. We talked about Polish, American politics and present situation in the EU. He disliked the European Union because now inflation is taking place at every corner in Poland because of the Union.
Vienna
Actually my main purpose of visiting Vienna at this time of year was because of the European Cup Final. But the atmosphere wasn’t as exciting as I expected. For one, I stayed in this hostel that was a real ripoff. 22 Euros per night not to mention, the common areas were hot as hell, two computers available for hundreds of people. There were mostly school kids there and no other travelers were in a mood for mingling because the dorm beds were really segregated and no one wanted to hang out at the communal areas. And one last disadvantage was the distance from the city is about the length of the longest subway line on Earth.
Vienna was definitely not ready for such an event because most signs were still only in German and at public viewings there’s only announcements in German. All the hosts only spoke German to the crowd so I, along with the Spaniards, felt really left out.
Regardless, you still feel the atmosphere of Vienna- the capital of a used-to-be great empire and music. There are just loads of street performers and concerts at night. And those salesmen who try to get you to go to one of the “authentic” but overpriced classical concerts featuring only the well-known cheesy Mozart/Strauss compositions. I ran into one and talked to him for five minutes or so because I was actually interested until I saw the price. His attitude immediately changed after I said I was going to “consult my friends” or else he wouldn’t let me go. After I said that he just took back the brochure he had already given me and asked “Are you then interested in Elton John’s concert tonight?” (apparently he was in town that day). But I said no thanks, then he gave me the look of “just go fuck off.”
I basically had no contact with anyone in Vienna whatsoever except when the Final was happening and I was at the public viewing in front of Radhaus (city hall) and this drunk German started speaking to me about everyone being too tall and he was too short so couldn’t see anything. And he also suggested that they should put some elevated benches on the ave so the people in the back could be at a higher position. Funny thing, he carried this all in German but with his intonation and body language I understood perfectly. Although I was for Spain, this drunk guy forced me to jump and sing ole’s for Deutschland.
Finally, the German squad disappointed thousands of fans on the streets. The streets all a sudden came back to quietness when the outnumbered Spanish fans went on chanting and getting ready for a bigger party later on. Those chants echoed in my head. T’was definitely one of the best feelings I have ever had after so many years of disappointment in my beloved teams. But as I turned around and left, I realized it might have been one of the loneliest nights of my life because this great feeling was only kept inside in me without being shared with anyone I knew.

view of Bratislava

Bratislava
The next day I headed to the nearby Bratislava, capital of Slovakia. On the way there I was overhearing some cocky Americans talking shit so the mood was half-ruined although it was funny when they mentioned the movie Eurotrip with the guys going to Bratislava, which was a shitwhole in the movie. And it was described as a place where if you tip the waiter 10 American cents he would quit his job because that’s enough for starting his own hotel. Although the costs there are still low compared to Western Europe, you still need two dollars to buy a Coke or Sprite, so not that cheap either. Later on I got to chat with a lady on the train so understood that Slovakia is going through a phase that all the prices are going up to meet the euro standards so they could adopt the euro. But she also said it was going to be really bad once they adopt the euro because then no one would be able to afford such high costs of living.
Now let’s come back to the city itself. It turned out to be not too much to see besides the castle and the bridge. The town center isn’t bad either although it still got really little to see. But I had some funny experience with the locals because I was once on the street with a map although I had already found my way. But this very “warm-hearted“ guy who worked in the city hall came out to help me with his broken English, oh wait, just right before him, this drunkard also tried to do the same but I said I was fine. Then he pulled an old woman over trying to figure out my way. finally I got rid of them then that city hall guy came out. So after that I wanted to say thank you in Slovakian so I asked how. Then he brought me into the city hall office to ask, I was really confused at the time because I thought he just wanted to borrow a pen to jot it down for me. But it turned out that he totally misunderstood me and wanted some English help from the staff. He thought I wanted to get to somewhere else. Although I tried at least 3 more times rephrasing my sentence slowly and with body language, he still told me to go to the tourist office to ask. Eventually, I just told myself to get out of his sight as soon as possible because he was wasting my time!

Krakow

old town Krakow

Auswitzc concentration camp

it's entirely sculpted out of salt

Lithuanian American, me, Annabelle

Annabelle and the very tall girl Marleen

Nothing much happened on the way from Warsaw to Krakow. I was reading my Soccer World most of the time and dozing off until this big kid sitting one seat from me asked if he could borrow the mag. So he was with his mother and they both spoke pretty primitive English but still got by talking to me. Although the mother was a bit better with the vocabulary whenever the kid had trouble coming up with the right word. So me and the kid talked about how Poland got eliminated in the European Championship and went on to my journey. Most of the travelers I have come across on the train all ask the same sort of questions so I already had a formula in mind on how to reply.
Then as we arrived at Krakow since I didn’t know the place, I just asked the son and mom to take me to my hostel (not really yet my hostel since I didn’t book anything although it turned out to be one of the best hostels I have ever stayed in.)
It was called Mama’s hostel and had this great atmosphere where everyone chats with everyone. So it all started out with me arriving in my dorm wanting to get out and see the town. But then I was overhearing these two girls talking in Dutch so I asked if they were from the Netherlands. They were quite surprised that I got it right on the first try so asked me how I did it. Well so I explained that I could make out that it was Dutch and one of the girls was freaking tall. Then that girl told me she was actually 189cm (6’2”-6”3”) which was also unusual for a Dutch girl. Many times when she was in public space, people chatted about her height and usually confirmed with her right away by simply asking. And when she went out sometimes, people tried to use her height to find some person in the crowd they described to her because she could see further.
Now another dorm mate came in and she was Scottish. I chatted with her for a while and realized that she went to Central Washington University in Ellensburg, pretty close to Seattle.
Then this German girl came in without saying anything and just eavesdropped. So I greeted her but she still seemed kind of shy or reluctant to talk to us.
Next morning the Dutch girls got up extra early to go in the mountains to hike. But later we went out together and ran into 2 other guys also from the hostel. Both Americans but 2nd generation immigrants as they described themselves. One from Lithuania the other from Uruguay. But that night ended rather early. Maybe because of the rain or something, or I think I was pretty dead after some dancing. Funny thing though, I tried to get in the crowd and danced but got a bit dull after a while so I came back to the girls. Then Annabell (the small half dutch half polish girl) told me as soon as I stepped on the dance floor all the Polish guys surrounded me to block me out of their ladies. Then I remember what Gabriel had told me that Polish girls have the tendency to run away with foreign guys. But it didn’t strike until Annabell mentioned it. But also I always got weird looks from the guys at the club cuz I think I was with the two, if not the best looking, nice looking dutch girls inside.
Anyhow, the next morning I got up quite early but had to wait for the girls to get ready to go the Salt Mine, which was really an amazing site. I thas got several chapels underground entirely sculpted out of salt and about the size of a city. Although it wasn’t as pretty as I thought cuz the salt looked pretty dirty with the grayish color. It is not purified to make the white color. We toured underground for quite a walk but Marleen was always excited about everything. On the contrary, Annabell seemed a bit worn out and tired of the tour guide, although the tour guide had a horrible voice that reminded me of the Chinese reporter in the Family Guy. Her English was quite good but not her intonation. Whenever she made a joke I couldn’t sense her tone so I wasn’t able to laugh. Her attitude wasn’t very nice either when we were waiting to get in the museum. Thankfully we changed guides and this one always wore a smile and was nice and all.
We went out that night too but I was really unmotivated since we ran into those two Americans again and that Uruguayan was trying so hard with Annabell who already had a boyfriend although she probably never told him. Anyway, it just pissed me off that a simple party was turned into a trying-to-hit-on-her. And it was a shame that he wanted attention all the time and the group atmosphere just got blown away. Although I was keeping a nice conversation going with the tall girl.
As we came back from the club there sat the Spanish girl who always smiled at me although we didn’t know each other’s name and such. We seemed to click somehow. Meanwhile, Annabell wanted to go out to watch the sunrise with us but I was too busy chatting with the Spaniard so I said No thank you. After the chat we only exchanged email addresses just for the heck of it although I didn’t think I would see her again.
One other fun person I ran into was a British guy who was doing his research at the hostel. So he studied sociology and was writing his thesis or some sort focused on the British people who choose to get hella wasted and party in Krakow. So he went into bars, clubs, pubs to interview people on why they chose Krakow out of all other places, and by what means they got drunk. And the most funny thing is that he had to do the same as all those people to “get in there” so he could experience it himself. Apparently, he was ladies’ man somehow with what he was doing.
After all these funny events happened, there was one thing left for me to do and it was a very important historical event and site. It was the concentration camp Auswitcz, which was about an hour drive away from Krakow. So I paid it a visit but ended up being very disgusted with whatever I saw there. I was too overwhelmed by all the artifacts and museums which gave you the sensation you would never feel before. There was one room full of glasses from the Jews who were put in the camp and I thought it was hair from all the corpses in the first place. It was because of the quantity of the glass frames that makes you feel so. I hadn’t felt so sick for a long time. I guess you really require a strong mind to visit such a site on your own.

Warsaw with Gabriel

old town Warsaw

what a collection of his with help from his parents

Gabriel at the cashier of a restaurant

So finally I meet up with my friend Gabriel whom I know from my Swedish course. He really makes a good tour guide cuz he knows a lot about the history of his country although mostly the negative part. It sounds like he just wants to get the fuck out of this shithole since there's nothing really good about it except that the girls are hot.

Well, indeed the girls are really something I would like to mention. I would have to say maybe their features are though comparable to the Swedes but just behind by a bit. But for sure, their jugs are the biggest on average I have seen in my life. It's kinda insane to me that everyone is just so firm and big.

Ok enough with the pervertedness, or normal man talk. Gabriel introduces me to his girl friend and another friend. They all seem to be a bit disappointed with their country but not as bad as Gabriel. So basically what G has been telling me about Poland is that you have to careful with anyone around you because you don't know when they are going to screw u up. like he told me before that don't ever mess with the chefs at a restaurant because they might just add some saliva into the making of your food. Also, sounds to me that all the politicians are crooks, and all the ladies are just going after foreigners. He has also told me that all his foreign friends have had a polish girlfriend at a point in their lives.

But anyway, back to Warsaw. G takes me around in the old town and elsewhere in the city. The old town was actually not that old since it was totally brought to the ground in WWII. But they recontructed the old town with the rubble so the material was actually from the old times.

But G has to take one final exam so goes off and later comes back with his girl friend and a guy friend. The guy friend is hilarious because he doesn't hide when he checks out chicks. One time I was in the way and he just pushes me away so he can see the cabouse.

So one thing that's worth mentioning is the suburbs of Warsaw, which are mainly built up with there concrete slabs, which only have three or four kinds of different shapes. I wonder how they managed to make all these building out of only this many combinations.

Finally, I come to G's house and meet his parents. They are very friendly people, and his grandma made a cake because she heard that some guest was coming. The dog though, is not very cooperative because he's gone through hardship, say getting a stick freakin' penetrated through his throat by the neighbors.

Experience on the train to Warsaw

First the train was one hour delayed. And it started pouring.

Most conductors don't speak English. So the first cart I got on the conductor took my interail ticket and I thought he would just check it and give back. But he was to keep it so I asked. Then he impatiently said three time "ticket tomorrow, ticket tomorrow, ticket tomorrow!" So I didn't know what to do so went into my cabin. The cabin was quite crowded with four people already inside and all of them were speaking Polish. So I asked the young ones if they spoke english and thankfully they did. They were very nice to me and helped me out a lot. Although the first thing they asked was very crucial. So they asked me where I was going then I told them Warsaw. They exchanged looks and asked "Are you sure you are on the right train?" So I freaked out. "Or I mean the right wagon?" shhhh, I was a bit more relieved. "What do you mean? aren't all the wagons going to the same places?" "No, they split up to three parts when it crosses the border." Then I realized that all of them were going to Krakow and I was the only one going to Warsaw. So they suggested me to go to the conductor and asked. So it turned out that I had to move to some other cabin. and I thanked them for being so helpful and kind and learned how to say thank you in Polish. Actually I realized not long after that what Borat says right before he goes off to some place is exactly that. Chinkui or however you spell it. anyhow, So I went back and forth trying to find the right cart. I asked so many conductors and no one spoke English. I even went on one that was so second world warish with Russian letters written all over it. and I was pretty sure the conductor was either speaking Russian or Ukrainian to me. Then I realized that one was going to split to go to Kiev. But finally I settled down in one of the nice cabins with this mother and daughter. The daughter studied in Brighton, England so her english was perfect. We chatted a bit then finally it was too difficult cuz the beds were too tight together that I couldn't hold the same posture for longer so all of us went to bed.

Iceland-Copenhagen-Berlin funny stories

Christian and I at the central station

Mette and I at her place

view from Mette's bathroom

Copenhagen's famous hippie area- Christiania

Waking up quarter to five in the morning isn't exactly the thing you wanna do in the morning. Especially when your friend's flight is leaving at 7 and yours is actually at 9 but delayed till 10. Anyhow, that's exactly what happened with me and Christophe. Usually im fairly quick on getting ready but this morning I was slightly slower, and, although Christophe didn't point out, his face told me that you should hurry the fuck up or im gonna kill you.

Anyhow, there wasn't much action until I got on the plane to Copenhagen. Before boarding I got a message from Christophe saying how cool looking his plane was, but he didn't describe in words so it was hard to picture. I basically slept the whole way except for being woken up for breakfast. Breakfast? usually European airlines don't have meals during the flight but I guess you could almost consider Iceland America so...

After meeting up with Mette we strolled on the streets and finally to Christiania where I had almost gone to but the friend I had traveled with didn't wanna get in because she was afraid that she was going to get mugged. But actually it was quite peaceful inside until a bunch of cops came and the crowd just started throwing rocks at them. Most people inside there were stoned, and you know stoned people aren't that aggresive. So we had some beers there, catching up a little, Oh yeah, now Mette is working as a life guard at some beach. She doesn't really have to do much but sitting in the chair, reading, playing on the computer, or something else. And she used to have the craziest laugh you could ever imagine but now since she's quitting smoking pot you can barely hear it.

After that, we went grabbed some indian food and went back to her apartment to drink some more beers and talked about life in general. The discussion went on about how it is hard for Asian guys to take the inititives to talk to other people of different races. She confirmed me that I was doing a great job, well I think as well.

So I said good bye to her the next morning before she went to work and went downtown. I had been searching for the city bike the day before but without any success. But today I had luck. I spotted a chick parking one just outside a shop so went up and took it. So I was on my bike all day till I met up with Christian. He seems to be doing fairly well except for the fact that he still needed inspiration for his thesis. so we caught up, talking about sports a lot, Oh yeah, I was wearing a RED SOX shirt that day so when he came from behind he just shouted, RED SOX suck!! which I didn't agree so much on. But surprisingly enough, despite growing up in Denmark Christian is a big fan in baseball, american football, well and also soccer. And he supports ITALY!?!?! But I actually had a nice surprise for him since I couldn't bring my vodka on board since I was not going to check in any luggage, I gave my Smirnoff to him.

But here comes the funny part
So I arrived at the airport and was trying to check in with the self service machines. But none of them recognized my reservation. So I thought it was just some techinical difficulties with the computers so I went to the counter to check in.
After checking my flight and stuff, the staff told me: "I know why I can't find you in the system... your flight is tomorrow... and the checkin is closing in five minutes so you have to be quick if you wanna change the flight. And you have to go all the way down that way to the customer service center to make changes." So I sprinted there and changed my flight and stuff. It costed me about 50 euros to do so... But I thought," I already told the friends in Berlin and Copenhagen that I am coming tonight so I'd better just fly tonight."

At the security check, actually I didn't tell you that I also had a smaller water bottle of whisky on me. And also I had two bottles of contact solution which I didn't know you could carry on the plane. So right before the check, I put the bottle of whisky right to my stomach and the two bottles of solution between my thighs. so I looked kinda chubby at the crotch. so I took everything out of my pockets as instructed. and successfully went through the security gate but the guard on the other side had a smirk on his face saying "you're not fooling anybody..." because at this moment I already had the bottle head sticking out behind my shirt almost like I was black and had a huge boner. So I just tell myself "who am I kidding..." and took out everything underneath my clothes. And after I took them all out they asked me again if I had anything else, well of course I said no. As the security were checking my bagpack one female one asked me why didn't just put the solutions on the tray because they could go through. I said I didn't know. Then she pulled out a huge bag of white washing powder out of my bagpack and questioned what it was. It was one of the funniest moments of my life- a huge bag of coccaine looking powder right in front of me. I was, for a moment, so worried that I would get arrested because of this bag. But I tried to sound as calm as possible so they wouldn't get all suspicious. "It's washing powder for laundry, you could smell it if you want." "I could smell it from here already," and she gave me a smile.

So I finally went through the security and got on the plane, although I almost missed the plane because of the check too....

After all these disasters, I ended up at Hauptbahnhof(central station) in Berlin. I sent out a message to Viviana who I was supposed to stay with. After a while when I was walking around in the central station, for some strange reason, a very hot blonde waved to me. So I said hi, but didn't know her intension so had this weird look on my face. I think that might have lowered my ability to think because after one hour I still ddin't get the message from Viviana and then I realized I told her that I was coming tomorrow!!! I was so stupid because I had everything planned out but I just screwed it up in my own fucking stupid stinking head! So I got the message from her saying that she's living quite far and would take one hour to get here. So I texted another friend to come to get me since he lived much closer. And he showed up after 15 minutes with two bikes. So finally problem solved...