Summer of 2004: Revisited - Part I (IMAGE HEAVY)

nemo · Post by **nemo** » Wed Aug 11, 2004 12:10 pm

Let the thread load please :(

Ever since my getting my first digital camera, a Nikon CoolPix 3500, I decided to become the annoying twat in the group who takes pictures of everything (and post it on THE INTERNET). This will be a two threads due to the 25 megabytes of pictures. I won't include all the pictures, but the rest can be found in this directory: http://www.chickswithguns.net/nemo/pictures/2004/

PRELOGUE

Like some of you might know, my parents are and have been divorcing for some time, which brings me great joy, mostly since this crap has been latent for a long, long time. Not everything is fun, like moving. I love the new place and everything, but the actual moving sucks nuts. Anyway, I was leaving for Germany on July 4, and the move-in was supposed to take place on July 1.

My old room for the last 9 years:

A day later, my shit had been successfully moved to the new address (Odenplan represent).

And a little sneak-peak of the rest of the 100 sq. meters, 4-room place where I mainly will be staying with my father and a sometimes with my brother.

Oh my, I think it's time for act one!

ACT I - Germany - or - My three weeks with Ron Perlman

EPISODE I - The trip.

Waking up at an ungodly time in the morning, I got a ride to the airport of Stockholm: Arlanda.

After about an hour of flying, Zurich being my final destination, I arrived at Kastrup (Copenhagen) to switch planes.

Apparently, at Arlanda, I had been unable to check in my bags for both Stockholm-Copenhagen AND Copenhagen-Zurich. This meant I had to get my bags and check them in again. This would make me miss my Zurich flight. Which I didn't, because it was cancelled. This meant I had a good five hours on the airport. What to do? Take some pictures.

I found a cool old jew named Dave who took a picture of me sleeping. How adorable. Speaking of which, I was recently informed that I not only kiss, but sleep with my eyes a bit open. I tried this and took a picture, and it's true. I look like Linda Blair.

And we're off!

Cheap-ass Swiss flight who charged me 4? for a coke.

I'm a very intellectual reader.

After this I had to take the train to some place in Switzerland called St Gallen or something like that, where I was picked up by my dad's Swiss friend (who will be featured in the next thread).

EPISODE II - Lindau, Germany.

After quite some driving, I finally arrived at my destination: Lindau, Bravaria, just shy off both the Austrian and Swiss border. I was here in 2002 too (as featured in THIS age-old thread). I lived in the very same family this year. The same youngest kid was still cool, he was around 12 this time.

In 2002, I lived with a Swiss guy who didn't say much. This year, I had the pleasure of living with no one else than famous actor RON PERLMAN.

nemo · Post by **nemo** » Wed Aug 11, 2004 12:12 pm

Bed

The view from the house

After a day of information, the school took us on a little sight-seeing tour of a town I already know by heart. The tour was led by my old and current teacher.

A catholic church just by a protestant church.

The haven of the Boden lake.

In 2002, I went in the June period, which always contains a shitload of Swedes. Fuck that shit. This time, apart from me, there was only one Swedish gimp besides me (who will be featured later). Luckily, there was a very nice ex-goth Norwegian girl, Irene. We got pretty heavily involved later on. Tickling her ribs from the inside didn't work very well, due to laying on growel, mosquitos, flies, wind, rain and insane cold. Oh well, just friends at this point and 2 weeks forward. People repeatedly thought we were siblings. Or twins.

The school.

The next day, Ron Perlman decided to play with the dog, Jurij.

:420:

In the afternoon, for some reason, we were supposed to have class in the forest. Weird stuff.

Irene was not amused.

Don't ask, don't tell.

One of the exercises involved guiding a blindfolded friend in German. It was grand. I spent my time guiding my blindfolded partner to a Canadian dude's nipples mostly.

The second youngest kid in my family, 16 years old.

Chillin' in the kitchen

nemo · Post by **nemo** » Wed Aug 11, 2004 12:13 pm

Bridge by night

EPISODE III - Rappenlochschluss.

The next day, we made an excursion over the Austrian border to some waterfall business (which I had seen two years earlier, along with everything else we visited).

Anna, Hungarian and organizer of the after-school acitivities.

Stephan, French-Canadian, also organizer. Around 9 feet tall. Did appreciate the shitty jokes I made (hurr hurr Why do the french only have one egg for breakfast hurr hurr)

On the train

Before taking the bus to our destination, we had to chill in some shithole for another hours. Hoo-haa.

Basel represent ;0

And so the already-experienced adventure begun!

A french chick named Delphine, who in a group of about 10 000 French-speakers, was the only actual person from France.

Ivana, resident Slovakian beauty. She had a darker voice than me. Hothothot.

nemo · Post by **nemo** » Wed Aug 11, 2004 12:15 pm

Going back.

EPISODE IV - Ravensburg.

The day after, we went to another shithole called Ravensburg, which wasn't too exciting.

cockshadow.jpeg

Wearing my extremely real, representative and cool shirt.

Jana, czech 16-year-old

Back home, some stores sold some cool hookahs or whatever you call them.

The same bridge, day-time.

Over the lake, you could see Austria.

A local casino.

The day was rainy. Instead of playing minigolf or something else stimulating, the school arranged for us to see Spider-Man 2. Dubbed in German of course. Hurr.

A bulgarian lad named Christian. Funny and everything, but I suspect he was really my arch nemesis (since I hung around a lot with HIS WOMAN, Irene), mainly because SOMEONE decided to not only steal the lamp of my rented bike, but also break the motherfucking support. Wonderful.

In the evening, I decided to go out with the previously mentioned other Swedish guy, Erik, for some good ol' Scandinavian binging.

We went to my favorite pub, Casablanca.

For some variation, we later went to an irish joint as well.

A week later we would go to Munich, and of course we must find some information about the city ON THE INTERNET.

nemo · Post by **nemo** » Wed Aug 11, 2004 12:16 pm

Ivana didn't do much. Me neither.

EPISODE V - Insel Mainau.

Then we went to an island full of butterflies, owned by no one else than the Swedish royal family. The name?

Insel Mainau was neat. And hot as fuck.

Another one of the teachers, Korbinian (who I knew from before) a.k.a. Babyface.

This is what all German women look like

And here he is, Dimitry. Dimitry was a russian geezer who hadn't washed or changed his shirt since the fall of communism. If Dimitry was around, you wouldn't need a mirror. You could just look at his cheek and it would reflect your face due to being so fucking greasy. Dimitry was a filthy young boy, who later caused me some personal trouble in Munich.

Jana had hooked up with a kickass Spanish dude named Eloi. Really nice guy.

Finally on the island

Going back to the mainland.

Back in Meersburg, we went around in a castle for a bit. Ivana posed some more.

nemo · Post by **nemo** » Wed Aug 11, 2004 12:17 pm

In the evening, I was unsure what to do. Didn't really feel like drinking like a madman.

I know!

I once again hooked up with Erik, listening to his amazing experiences in life.

I was amazed.

Father of my guest family

The lighthouse.

EPISODE VI - Munich, part 1.

Ah, good ol' Munich. Been there before, expecting more or less the same. Which it was. An overnight-stay in the weekend.

On the train

NEGRO-WATCH!11!!! Hey, we're in Germany, right?

My teacher, Andy.

Where the infamous event Oktoberfest would later take place.

nemo · Post by **nemo** » Wed Aug 11, 2004 12:19 pm

Tommaso, redhead.

Nuremberg

The Olympia tower, situated in the Olympia park.

Teachers chillin'

The Olympia park

Ivana

Well up in the tower

View

The now-closed BMW museum which I already had visited anyway. We went to some halfassed budget version of it instead. Not that I give a fuck about cars anyway.

Mark, Lucia, Adriana and some other gimp.

The Olympia stadium, where the Swedish king lay his eyes on his future queen in 1972. Also, TERRIST ATTACK.

nemo · Post by **nemo** » Wed Aug 11, 2004 12:20 pm

BMW factory

Where the gypsies presumably lived

At the cheapass BMW museum. If I cared about cars, I guess I would've creamed my pants. The police bike was cool, though.

Another shot of the Olympia park.

In the evening

EPISODE VII - Munich, part 2.

Remember Dimitry? I was supposed to sleep in the same room as him. Couldn't be too bad, I thought to myself. Then he took off his socks. Fuck. The odour spread in the room and in the whole floor. Fuck that shit. Instead I slept on the floor in some spanish duders' room.

Dimitry was later kicked out of his family for behaving like a pig. His rich Russian grandfather then flew to Munich and took a taxi (that's 300km) to Lindau and stayed at the most expensive hotel with Dimitry in town. Fun stuff.

The next day, a day of shopping and whatnot. Also, an original German bus. Those zany krauts.

Later, we went to the Deutsches Museum.

Oh my, just what I'm interested in.

Ah

Hacky-sack. I hate hacky-sack.

Hurr mirrored glasses.

Street

I'm going finally heading home.

And that was the end of that.

Look what the family had

Brothers in arms

Feels just like home :sweden:

Later I had a little accident with my toe. Semi-NWS pictures if your boss doesn't like blood.

http://chickswithguns.net/nemo/pics/2004/act1/toe.jpg

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nemo · Post by **nemo** » Wed Aug 11, 2004 12:22 pm

EPISODE VII - An ordinary day in town.

Hey kids, it's time for some class! Happy happy, joy joy!

I think it's time for some kebab!

I was not amused.

HEY BARBEQUE TIME!

nemo · Post by **nemo** » Wed Aug 11, 2004 12:23 pm

EPISODE IX[/b] - VORALLBERG

The next day, picknick by the water.

Today, we were supposed to ride up on a mountain, and walk down. This is idiocy and fucks up your knees. Oh well.

Oh my, it's Livia Soprano!