Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Futbol

Gday all, hope you're having a great weekend.

Its 6am and I just came back from a ridiculously great night out in Berlin. Anyway, brief update...

Futbol in Spain is nuts. Was lucky enough to get a ticket to see some of the football greats - Beckham, Roberto Carlos, Ronaldo ... Spaniards are friggin crazy about their football - pretty normal to hear some pretty nasty death threats (at least that's what I think they were) after a pretty standard foul by the away team (Madrid). Being a smart little Asian, I wore a bright red shirt to watch this match - forgetting that Spain (among many countries) don't really like red-shirted Koreans, particularly when they cheated their way to victory of the last World Cup (don't deny it kimchis, you know you did!) Despite all the star players from Real Madrid, they didn't seem to get much love from the home crowd. A couple of the Madrid fans who were sitting next to me seemed pretty reluctant to voice their support too.

Almost got pickpocketted too, I was walking around like a fobby tourist reading Angels and Demons by Dan Brown (whose cheap thriller-esque action-slash-poorly-researched-tripe-of-a-book I blame for all of this). Some douchebag pretended to fall on me in the subway, spilling an empty drink cup on me, and began to frantically wipe my jeans ... meanwhile another nice gentleman on my left is trying to pick my pocket. I shinkuu-hadouken-ed his ass of course. Worse thing though, is the entire subway was full of wide-eyed people - none of which thought helping a single person getting robbed is the decent sort of thing to do. Barcelona turned out awesome though, thanks especially to a awesome crew of Brits that I was hanging out with over there. Definitely one of my favourites so far on this trip.

Amsterdam is expensive - especially when u average like ... 6 meals a day. Cool culture though, there's actually stuff to see and do around there. Things I can remember:

  • Walking down the red light district, and seeing no less than FIVE indian men come bounding out of a red-light window entrance (i'm assuming something must've happened because the blonde girl inside was waving goodbye and thanking them all). Everybody repeat after me ... "Wot-da-fark!?" (along with the appropriate Italian accent and gestures).And the funniest thing - I couldn't help but wonder if they went together to get a discount?
  • During a particularly contemplative period, I began to wonder if there was a blue-light district. Where nice old grandmas smile and wave to you and offer you fresh apple pie ... yeah, dunno know where I was going with that either.
  • Going to this crazy club and listening to some wicked music ... it was some sort of house music blended with jazz - can't remember the exact term but it was awesome to groove into. Thought the whole night that all the smoke inside was coming from those smoke generating things, and then realising its cos there were about 2 million people smoking in the club.

Berlins awesome ... got home from one crazy night not long ago. Basically started heading across from one side of Berlin to the other side. Stopped in the middle of this dodgy neighbourhood at, quite literally, a gap in a fence. Remember the rave scene from Blade? Where the entrance to this huge party is like through an abandoned warehouse (or was it a meat factory?) Well, it was about 3 and a half times more dodgy than this - upon climbing through said fence, we padded along down a completely dark alley, past some abandoned cars, until we stumble upon a red-carpetted entrance all lit up beautifully. The bar was spectacular - picture the nicest, classiest bar you've ever been in ... then add lots of white beds with fluffy pillows - and you got the idea. Last club we visited had about 3 or 4 lounges, with one of them having an indoor swimming pool connecting the rooms (also had bloddy rnb so ... bleh).

Auf weidershen (or something).

Sunday, September 18, 2005

Hola

In Barcelona, Spain (came from Lourdes in France)

Spain rocks - so far Barcelona is a crazy mix of Spaniards, Indians and Pakistanis and lots of Chinese and Filos. Wish I could come back here or stay longer, the night life is unbeliefable (restaurants dont open for dinner till 8, and clubs open at about 1 or 2). Things are cheap and the city is huge - kinda reminds me of HK.

Just spent 110 euros soccer tickets to Espanya (the other Barcelona team) vs Real Madrid. Not going to eat out for a week just to compensate.

Absinthe is evil. Btw, they dont seem to drink Chartreuse here though. A lot of places seem to stock Fosters too.

Met a lot of crazy Italians from Naples. Havent gotten used to the whole kissing on both cheeks thing.

Met a few interesting ppl the past week:

  • A 40 yr old Frenchman who we met on a pub crawl, who´s convinced that girls from Montreal are all fantastic in bed. He also professes to have no less than 4 girlfriends and a wife. His pickup line consists of walking up to every single girl and greeting them with a ¨Bon sua¨ (good evening in French.. i think) and proceeding to rub their back in a clockwise motion. The girls think he´s a seedy bastard and run away.
  • An international chess master from Slovakia.
  • A lady who had a bad cold a few years ago that wouldn´t go away. Upon diagnosis by a family doctor, they discovered she had malignant cancer - on her heart. After extensive chemo and radiotherapy they ended up finding her a heart replacement by some fluke of nature. Now goes around the world telling ppl that organ donation is important.
  • A filo that had just turned 40. Looks like she´s 21.
  • A gypsy that tried to follow me to Spain. Spoke about 2 words of english yet managed to have a one and a half hour conversation with me while we were waiting for the train.


Wednesday, September 14, 2005

Fuggin' Nice

In Nice now.

Kinda funny, a couple of days ago getting snowed on in the Alps - yesterday spent the entire day sitting on a beach sunbaking on the Mediterrean coast. It was ridiculously unbelievable and I think its the first time on this trip I could just lie down and chill in the whole trip. Was lucky enough to meet a awesome bunch of British chaps (from Bournesworth) from my hostel - makes me kinda wish I had a cool accent too! By the way, beaches over here are all pebbly (no sand). Consequently the water is really clear 'cos theres no sand floating about, but had really sore feet every time I tried to run around.

Lots of wrinkly boobies too.

Heading to Cannes today, and then off to Lourdes tonight (I hadn't heard of these places till this trip either). Gonna bosh off down to Barcelona (after Lourdes) and meet up with the dudes from Nice, before slowly making my way up to meet some old schoolmates for ... Oktoberfest! 1 Litre steiners, and apparently they start drinking at 9 in the morning!

Also learnt a couple of new words today from my British friends -


bosh - jet off ("Bosh me a beer!" works too doesn't it Shaun?)
mosh - mate/friend
baltic - freezing
steamin' - pissed (drunk)
shout - call
doggin' - er ... well let's just say it doesn't mean the same thing when we say it in Sydney.

So to string it up -

"Let's bosh, mosh - it's bloddy Baltic."
"Good shout, let's go get steaming."

At least I think that makes sense.

Monday, September 12, 2005

Eat this Lonely Planet

Out of all the advice that I received before I embarked to Europe, the one thing that seems to resound are these pearls of wisdom given by Mum:

"Remember to shave. Else you'll look like a terrorist."

Recap


For those who haven't been receiving weekly spam from me, heres a quick recap.

Currently about 1 month (feels like so much longer though!) through an awesome trip in Europe.

I originally headed to Europe as part of a journey to the World Youth Day (http://www.worldyouthday.com.au/), with a whole bunch of fellow Australians. Since then, I've have been backpacking around mostly by myself for the past few weeks and having a insane time!

Already covered:

  • Athens
  • Greek Islands (Tinos, Mikanos)
  • Turkey (Ephesus)
  • Poland
  • Prague (in Czech Republic)
  • Cologne (in Germany) for the World Youth Day (along with about 1 million others - crazy stuff)
  • Rome
  • Naples (Pompeii)
  • Florence
  • Venice
  • Vienna (in Austria)
  • Budapest (in Hungary)
  • Zurich (in Switzerland)
  • Interlaken / Lauterbrunnen / Lucern
  • Nice (in France)

Still to do:

  • Work my way through France, passing through Monaco, Cannes, before arriving in Spain
  • Buzz through Barcelona and Madrid
  • Bounce across the border to Paris
  • Blitz my way into Amsterdam, as well maybe Belgium
  • Hop across to Munich (Germany) just in time for ... wait for it - Oktoberfest! (yeah the real one you UNSWers!) to join some old school-mates to get ridiculously hammered.
  • Head to London where I will meet up with Dad who suddenly caught the travel bug. Will tour Europe for another month. Will probably visit Italy, France and Switzerland again.

Then, passing through Singapore to the motherland (Hongkyland) for a few months. Cousins wedding and a lot of of (window) shopping, because I'll probably have about $0.20 in my account by then. Depending upon what happens, may even visit Thailand. Woot.

Arrive back in Sydney sometime in January or February next year.

Phew.

Harlo. Welcome to Giordano.

Hi everyone - my name's Jonathan, and I've joined the ranks of the bloggers.

Just arrived in Nice (so veli nice) in France, and for the very first time in this trip - free internet! Trying to make the most of it, so I've decided to save you a lot of endless email spam and post up a journal of my adventures in Europe.

Going to try and post up at least something every 1 or 2 days, feel free to write comments, give me opinions, request photos etc. Peace outside!