I think it's time for one, don't you? 1: I will have a good time. 2: I will live sparingly (not that I have a choice). 3: I will not grumble about item #2. 4: I will not waste my time on "touristy" things. 5: I will attempt to converse with the natives (I feel like a colonial explorer now...great). 6: I will learn at least one interesting fact about each place I visit. 7: I will not panic if something goes wrong. 8: I will try local delicacies and embrace local custom without prejudice. 9: I will not accumulate unneccessary [View Full Entry]

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It's OK. Everything (except the whole "money issue", but I've accepted that) has been resolved. I have the flight-thingy, the Festival ticket, the tiny flashlight, the sandals, the small backpack (Rick Steves would be proud), the cheap-ass tent I can leave behind, the sleeping bag I can donate, the pre-paid credit card and a passport. I also have a few places to stay, thanks to the wonderful people of CS, so I won't have to spent my hard-earned (yeah, right *snicker*) cash on hostels. Now all I need is to get may ass to Keflavík on the 29th, suffer through the [View Full Entry]

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No, really. It's in Norway, look it up. I, however, am not in Norway -not that I want to be- nor am I anywhere I actually do want to be. I'm still at home. Now the horrible molepeople who thus far have been my only source of income, have decided to show their true, evil colours, and are doing their darndest to ruin my plans. How? Why, by cutting off my funding! Yay! I swear, if they cause me to miss Roskilde, I WILL kill someone. If not them, then myself. Or you! Could be anyone, really. I still have the [View Full Entry]

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Now, my imaginary reader, I know you must be tiring of my pre-trip rants (how sad is it that even in my imagination people hate me?) so I'll make this one short [read; long and filled with inappropriate humour] I have about fifty days to plan this trip. That sucks. Sucks so much. I wish I only had three days. I haven't even bought my Roskilde ticket yet, and they say they'll probably be sold out sometime in may or early june. And I'm already broke. At least there's still the pre-party tonight, and since there's a raffle, keep your hypothetical [View Full Entry]

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...or a rough draft, anyway. So. Right. Denmark (incl. Roskilde Festival) : 29.06. - 10.07. Hamburg (CS sort of confirmed) : 10.07.-11.07. Amsterdam (CS pending) : 11.07. - 13.07. Belgium/Luxembourg : 13.07.-15.07. Germany (Holocaust stuff + all the trimmings) : 15.07. - whenever Poland + Czech Republic (more emotional holocaust-porn) Slovakia Hungary Romania Bulgaria/Macedonia/Albania Maybe a quick peek to Istanbul, but I hear the borders are a hassle, so... Greece (for the buggery) Serbia/Bosnia/Croatia (More recent genocides are always worth a peek) Austria Italy (f [View Full Entry]

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...with 70 days to go, and suddenly the Noogies announces she's not going. Great. So -again- it's just me. Fan-fuckin-tastic. Well, she's decided that she'd rather rent an apartment, and she won't have enough money to go, so instead, through some convoluted logic, has decided to go to Spain ad the UK instead. I don't really understand how she came to the conclusion that visiting two of Europe's most expensive countries is cheaper than visiting fifteen of them, most of which are a hell of a lot cheaper. Well, nuts to that, I'm still going. This does have several benefits; I [View Full Entry]

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It isn't really travel anxiety except in the sense that I'm anxious to get out of this place. What do you call it? Travel looking-forward-to-y-ness? Travel excitement? Travel lack of sleep? One one hand I'm really excited, so much that my heart beats faster just thinking about it (oh, freedom, sweet, sweet freedom!) but then again I'm really dreading the financial aspect of it. You see, saving money has never been my strong suit, even with my life-long dream of seeing the world as a goal. I'm trying, I really am. But life here is so deadly dull. There's nothing to [View Full Entry]

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So I was a bit drunk last nigt when I posted that "Introspective" crap, but for the sake of integrity I won't delete it. See what I did there? So, anyway, yesterday was Day One of overwhelming oh-crap-I'm-actually-going-ness, as I booked the flight. Of course my feet were kept firmly on the ground by the really grumpy salesperson, who acted like I was intruding on her precious phone time. And the look on her face when I paid in cash. It was like she'd never seen a fucking coin in her life! (And, no, I didn't pay the whole ticket with [View Full Entry]

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Well, I'm finally coming to terms with the fact that I may have to go it alone. It feels weird, but than again, maybe it's just what I need. I've never gone further than Hamburg on my own, so I don't know if I'm nervous or excited. My mood changes every five minutes or so, so I'm either really looking forward to going on my own, or literally wetting myself at the very thought. I've been reading some couchsurfing blogs,and I feel good about that part...but it's still a little intimidating. I'm such a wuss, see. [View Full Entry]

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This one is mainly to see if I can get pictures up here. From reading the blogs it seems that most people spend a few days trying to figure it out, so it's time to see if they're dummies, or if it's a system thing. Here goes nothing; Yay, it worked! So, either the people are dummies, or the computers in the rest of Europe are crap. I suspect the latter, since this seemed simple enough. [View Full Entry]

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