GERMANY
This post, along with the upcoming Maastricht entry are kind of late; Neuerburg's had a 4 day internet shortage, which isn't the worst it's ever been but it's far from the best.
So yes, Aachen, for the third time.
I'm gonna keep this one fairly short and make it more of a pictures entry, because I'm tired and have überhaupt kein bock auf schreiben.
I think the one thing we took away from this trip was rediscovering our ability to go out clubbing and drinking properly. At least in a capacity which involved more than sitting in a smoky pub drinking a lonely bitburger that took 10 minutes to pour. Unfortunately, being away from England where binge drinking has become a partial rite of student living, the effects here were more potent.
This is Glen looking his best at the tame hour of 1.30am. Bringing him home wasn't too much of an adventure, but we did end up seeing the Chinese takeaway he had earlier for a second time, proving to all that free drinks are a mixed blessing and he needs to chew his food a bit more.
He also apologised to the point that we were begging him to stop apologising, to which he promptly apologised more. Glen is fun drunk.
This is us enjoying hungover jam on toast. Never let it be said that REWE own-brand condiments are shit; that jam was awesome.
I simply have to put these pictures up. Background - during our walk round the park, we found a fountain with no water. Dora and Glen took this chance to go 'swimming'. To watch it was like bearing witness to some bizarre cult ritual, which I simply can't describe. A picture is worth 1000 wtf's.
That's all I have for you. On the saturday we also hit up Maastricht, over in't Netherlands, but it qualifies for a post all of its own.
This post, along with the upcoming Maastricht entry are kind of late; Neuerburg's had a 4 day internet shortage, which isn't the worst it's ever been but it's far from the best.
So yes, Aachen, for the third time.
I'm gonna keep this one fairly short and make it more of a pictures entry, because I'm tired and have überhaupt kein bock auf schreiben.
I think the one thing we took away from this trip was rediscovering our ability to go out clubbing and drinking properly. At least in a capacity which involved more than sitting in a smoky pub drinking a lonely bitburger that took 10 minutes to pour. Unfortunately, being away from England where binge drinking has become a partial rite of student living, the effects here were more potent.
This is Glen looking his best at the tame hour of 1.30am. Bringing him home wasn't too much of an adventure, but we did end up seeing the Chinese takeaway he had earlier for a second time, proving to all that free drinks are a mixed blessing and he needs to chew his food a bit more. He also apologised to the point that we were begging him to stop apologising, to which he promptly apologised more. Glen is fun drunk.
This is us enjoying hungover jam on toast. Never let it be said that REWE own-brand condiments are shit; that jam was awesome.
I simply have to put these pictures up. Background - during our walk round the park, we found a fountain with no water. Dora and Glen took this chance to go 'swimming'. To watch it was like bearing witness to some bizarre cult ritual, which I simply can't describe. A picture is worth 1000 wtf's.
After a few minutes of general swimming about, they held a short seminar on drowning.
That's all I have for you. On the saturday we also hit up Maastricht, over in't Netherlands, but it qualifies for a post all of its own.
