nummish (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} nummish) wrote,@ 2007-01-01 11:23:00 |
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Broken in Berlin
Ryan and Greg arrived a few days ago. We wandered around Basel the first day, took them to see the sights, including the Muenster (sp?) which is an old ass, big ass church. We climbed to the top of it, which was pretty cool, it may be one of the tallest buildings in Basel.
The next day, we headed down to Saas Fee to go snowboarding on the Alps. When we arrived in Saas Fee, we realized our hotel was in fact, not there. It was two towns over. Luckily we were able to walk into the closest hotel and find an availability.
We got pretty torn up the first night.. since we arrived with only an hour left for the slopes, we started boozing early. The music embargo against europe is in full effect in Saas-Fee. At one point, a swiss guy walked up to Ryan and said something incoherently german. When asked if he spoke english, he replied with "a tiny bit" then said "do you have papers I could use for rolling a joint?" .. apparently "a bit" involves asking for drug paraphenalia now.. I remember when it was limited to asking for women of loose moral fibre and beers.
The next morning we hit the slopes. They hit me back. Hard. Within the first 15 minutes I had dropped full weight on my tailbone. After a few hours I had made it down the beginner slope one full time, almost broke my wrists and generally won't be confused for a pro. But, I learned how to snowboard on the alps, did you? No. (If you did, I don't actually want to know, so I still feel special)
That evening, we headed back to Basel. The next morning, right around breakfast something bad happened inside me. I am not sure what, but within the hour I was pacing and mumbling incoherently carrying a plastic bag. What happened next will only be described as "probably food poisoning". It was very very unpleasant. And we had a plane to catch to Berlin. Eventually I managed to pull myself together enough to follow everyone into the airport, ingest some nausea drugs and make it to the hotel. I tried to join everyone for a beer, but I made it about 20 minutes before I gave up and went back to the hotel.
I didn't sleep well that night, as everything that could go wrong with my body seemed to. The next day (new year's eve) I stayed in bed until close to 6pm. At this point, I had recovered from some of my maladies enough to make the most I could of the night. We ended up, after a terrible Irish pub, in east Berlin and a giant party/park/what have you that had about 10 rooms. It was tons of fun. Alcohol made me feel a lot better. We got in at 7am, making it a 12 hour new years bonanza!
Today has been a day of recovery and rest. And for the second day in a row, nothing is open in this city. Why? why are there not even slightly convenient stores?
-cam
Ryan and Greg arrived a few days ago. We wandered around Basel the first day, took them to see the sights, including the Muenster (sp?) which is an old ass, big ass church. We climbed to the top of it, which was pretty cool, it may be one of the tallest buildings in Basel.
The next day, we headed down to Saas Fee to go snowboarding on the Alps. When we arrived in Saas Fee, we realized our hotel was in fact, not there. It was two towns over. Luckily we were able to walk into the closest hotel and find an availability.
We got pretty torn up the first night.. since we arrived with only an hour left for the slopes, we started boozing early. The music embargo against europe is in full effect in Saas-Fee. At one point, a swiss guy walked up to Ryan and said something incoherently german. When asked if he spoke english, he replied with "a tiny bit" then said "do you have papers I could use for rolling a joint?" .. apparently "a bit" involves asking for drug paraphenalia now.. I remember when it was limited to asking for women of loose moral fibre and beers.
The next morning we hit the slopes. They hit me back. Hard. Within the first 15 minutes I had dropped full weight on my tailbone. After a few hours I had made it down the beginner slope one full time, almost broke my wrists and generally won't be confused for a pro. But, I learned how to snowboard on the alps, did you? No. (If you did, I don't actually want to know, so I still feel special)
That evening, we headed back to Basel. The next morning, right around breakfast something bad happened inside me. I am not sure what, but within the hour I was pacing and mumbling incoherently carrying a plastic bag. What happened next will only be described as "probably food poisoning". It was very very unpleasant. And we had a plane to catch to Berlin. Eventually I managed to pull myself together enough to follow everyone into the airport, ingest some nausea drugs and make it to the hotel. I tried to join everyone for a beer, but I made it about 20 minutes before I gave up and went back to the hotel.
I didn't sleep well that night, as everything that could go wrong with my body seemed to. The next day (new year's eve) I stayed in bed until close to 6pm. At this point, I had recovered from some of my maladies enough to make the most I could of the night. We ended up, after a terrible Irish pub, in east Berlin and a giant party/park/what have you that had about 10 rooms. It was tons of fun. Alcohol made me feel a lot better. We got in at 7am, making it a 12 hour new years bonanza!
Today has been a day of recovery and rest. And for the second day in a row, nothing is open in this city. Why? why are there not even slightly convenient stores?
-cam
