Nobodies magickal mystary tour

I meant visit the camps, who are now open as museums.

 

Clearly, he has not read "Maus".

 

I liked Maus. Very good books. Btw, 'Fun Home' just came out, and is interesting, and is ranked as being this generations 'Maus'

 

Well, as you can see I really enjoyed Berlin. Partly due to the fact that it is amazingly cheap. You can get a six pack of beer from Aldi & Penny Markt for 1.69 euro, that works out to be about $2.80 aud, which, means you can effectively get a carton of beer for $12.00 & that should help explain the quote. I'm back in london for two weeks then I'm off to Amsterdam again, so you should all be getting some more entertainment from that as well.

 

The sex museam in Amsterdam is also fun to visit. Do no forget to visit the Anne Frank museam.

 

Because those two pretty much go hand in hand.

 

They kinda do. Anne Frank got freaky with her sister* while she was stuck in the Anterhuis. And that boy Peter was just a patsy.

*Didn't really happen.

 

I think she was also masacist, as she wound up getting burned to death. Freaky kid.

 

I think that was further from the truth than my lie. She died of typhus after a bout with scabies. But yeah, total masochist. She got typhus so she'd know what it was to feel pain, and then forget that pain in a bout of delirium.

 

Now the main problem of the youth nowadays is that some of them don't even know when the World War II was. Also, the most people who experienced the war are mostly dead. My grandfather told me much about his experience in the working camp in Germany, and he was still traumatized about it.

 

And what are you? 12?

 

Hey, nobody can critize the youth like the youth. Well, except maybe Nobodie, of course.

 

Actually Wobbles he is 33 or 34 I think (I know it is hard but believe me).

 

What? He's less literate than I is!

 

It's update time again. This is my last night in Amsterdam before heading back to London at 7:30am tomorrow morning & what an interesting week and a bit it's been. It started off great back in London at the hostels kitchen. I'm standing there making some toast (with vegemite ofcourse) when behind me one of the South African girls falls to the floor with an epileptic fit. Now most Epileptic's usually recover relatively fine, but, this girl just stops convulsing, coughs up some blood and over the next 3-4 seconds goes the most horrible shade of blue I've ever seen. Fortunately I didn't have to start the CPR as another girl pushed the guys who were holding her still out of the way and then goes at it for 35-40 seconds (I was counting her repititions), before colour started to come back and she started moving again. It turned out she had the fit due to hitting the piss really hard the night before at the B-day party, not getting much sleep and/or not eating either. Which brings me to the next fucked up thing.
Ezyjet. I get to the terminal (Luton) and there's only two desk's doing check-ins for 5 different flight's. So everyone's standing there when after about 30 mins they decide to send some flights over to different desks who weren't doing anything the whole time & I'm eventually able to check-in. Fantastic, I get through security & look at the screen & the flight been delayed for an hour. they finnally calleveryone to the lounge for boarding untill I get there (one of the first). And the guy tells us. "The flight has been cancelled you'll have to go through to customs and collect your bagage then back to check-in to find out more". I was given three options, wait & catch the next flight from Luton at 19:20. Go to Stanstead & catch the 14:45. or get a refund. I chose to catch the bus to Stanstead which would get me there just as check-in would be opening. Turns out the driver had to drop off some kid first before we went to Stanstead so I was 30 mins late there. Eventually check-in at Stanstead, wait another 30 mins for the gate no. only to find when I get there this flight will be delayed for 45 mins due to bringing a plane from Madrid to cover for the one the broke down that morning. Fucking Ezyjet. I can't blame the staff as they were as helpful as they could be. It's the fucking company as a whole that's fucked. So instead of arriving at my hostel in Amsterdam around 11:30-12:00, I don't actually get here untill 18:30.
Apart from that Amsterdam's been great, I haven't really done much but get up & have a smoke and milkshake in a coffee shop (Hill Street Blues is awesome) then back to the hostel for a nap, rinse and repeat.
Well, that's about it for now, possibly expect another bitch & whine about Ezyjet this time tomorrow depending upon how badly they fuck this next flight up.

 

That's delicious as apposed to "promite". Fuck that shit is vile. It makes me so fucking proud to be Australian, we are famous for koalas and fucking vegemite.