GERMANY
I begin this entry after downing my 8th carton of Chocomel in 6 days. That's a depressing amount of chocolate milk. This has been one of the fattest weeks of my life, but the stuff is just awesome. Words cannot say.
Today was a bit of a bummer as all I managed to achieve was sorting out a timetable for thursday and friday. Apparently 5 days at once is a bit of a mental strain, so we're taking it nice and slow it seems. Fridays got 2 hours on it, so with a bit of luck I can still try and grab Monday off for a 3 day weekend sort of thing.
Specifically this friday, I'm being expected to cover Frau Biehl's English lesson. I wish, wish I could say that I know more than you do about what to expect. That's literally all I've been told. There's been no mention of the age, or their level of English, or even a darned topic. If they're under 12 I can probably blag it, if they're my age, they'll probably be mature enough to settle down and give me the gist of things. Anywhere inbetween, not a chance. I'd better get told something pretty soon.
Other than this, tomorrow I'm going to a place called Saarlouie about 2 miles south of us. Once again, I don't know a great deal about whats going on, other than it's a Geography/History trip and I think we're seeing a fort of some kind.
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I think I mentioned in a previous post the little mini-fairground that we seem to have going on here. Well, today there was a clown. His name was Koko the Clown, and he was a large, large clown. There wasn't a lot going on on the tricks front; he just sat on a chair outside the Kolner-Hof Gasthaus and for €1.50, you could get your face painted. He never stood, at least not in the half an hour when I was enjoying my beer. This was probably due to the fact that he was about 250lbs. He'll probably be called Bed-ridden the Clown soon. He will paint your face. With salami and sauerkraut.
I begin this entry after downing my 8th carton of Chocomel in 6 days. That's a depressing amount of chocolate milk. This has been one of the fattest weeks of my life, but the stuff is just awesome. Words cannot say.
Today was a bit of a bummer as all I managed to achieve was sorting out a timetable for thursday and friday. Apparently 5 days at once is a bit of a mental strain, so we're taking it nice and slow it seems. Fridays got 2 hours on it, so with a bit of luck I can still try and grab Monday off for a 3 day weekend sort of thing.
Specifically this friday, I'm being expected to cover Frau Biehl's English lesson. I wish, wish I could say that I know more than you do about what to expect. That's literally all I've been told. There's been no mention of the age, or their level of English, or even a darned topic. If they're under 12 I can probably blag it, if they're my age, they'll probably be mature enough to settle down and give me the gist of things. Anywhere inbetween, not a chance. I'd better get told something pretty soon.
Other than this, tomorrow I'm going to a place called Saarlouie about 2 miles south of us. Once again, I don't know a great deal about whats going on, other than it's a Geography/History trip and I think we're seeing a fort of some kind.
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I think I mentioned in a previous post the little mini-fairground that we seem to have going on here. Well, today there was a clown. His name was Koko the Clown, and he was a large, large clown. There wasn't a lot going on on the tricks front; he just sat on a chair outside the Kolner-Hof Gasthaus and for €1.50, you could get your face painted. He never stood, at least not in the half an hour when I was enjoying my beer. This was probably due to the fact that he was about 250lbs. He'll probably be called Bed-ridden the Clown soon. He will paint your face. With salami and sauerkraut.
