Moscow Madness

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Hello friends, I apoligise for the wait but due to excessive business/drunkeness I have been unable to update this blog up until this moment.

And so the trip began on a fine Thursday morning filled with wonderful air and super friends who chose to offer us their affection through photographs and hugs. We set off towards Waterloo with nothing in mind but ourselves and our special trip. Even stepping into the 'Eurostar' section of Waterloo proved a strange experience with entensive searches and baguettte purchases but before we knew it we were sat safely on the Eurostar set for Belgique. I remember being struck at the time by the very insanity of the situation with the prosect of us leaving the country suddenly seeming very real.

We arrived first at Brussels to an interesting welcome. The section of the station we arrived within appeared to be almost empty and we pensively scampered down the stairs to see the true meat of the station. Rather than embracing this tastiness we felt it fitting to use our 2 available hours to their very maximum by checking out the surrounding area. We saw large fountained buildings and many African cafes. The station appeared to be rather detached from the centre of the city and differred from what you may well consider to be a typical depiction of Brussels but it was interesting nonetheless.

The train journey from Bruxelles to Cologne then commenced, framed with German voices and backgammon adventures.

Cologne was within our grasp before we knew it. Instantly we could hear the (ever familliar) sound of German girls running arround the station barking like dogs and were surrounded by various 'Wurst' based snack joints. We felt it best to go outside in search of cheaper beer and came across not only the 'Potato King' but his very tasty Currywurst snacks. For the record I fully endorse any kind of currywurst based german invasion of Britain. For if theres one thing our nation seems to be missing, it is the tasty power of the Wurst and there seems to be no plausable reason to deny i (it really is damn tasty).

In our search for tasty German beer, sadly, all we came across was the Cologne Cathedral. Now if you've ever been taken by surprise by an insanely, massively, super cathedral then you understand our position but otherwise you've yet to experience the truth of cathedral greatness. This was a true beast (which I strongly recommend you check out) made up of gothic architechture and just general intimidation (thats how great it was).

We relentlessly continued our ( from this point written sober) search for Greman greatness but all we care across was massive cans of danish lager (1 litre a can) and golden cans of Becks which proved to taste the same...except golden.

We were pleasantly greeted onto the train to Moscow by a bald russian man who spoke no english and seemed to hold no intention of returning our tickets until we were in Russia.

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Photos

us and our compartment
on the train to Moscow

Comments

[Danielssan]

I am so jealous you bum faces.

[cumaren]

i love u
hey guys we are all already missing you. england got battered yesterday the dream is over, i hope you are all having fun. and on a funny note when i put on my england jersey it smelt of nick which was really nice to remeber, and in a gd way man. with love always and forever btw when ur return date cos my msn name is 179 days from today till ur return am i right? love you lots

[hamish]

sick man of Europe
I'm pleased to see that the 'fat man jacket' is going on a world tour.

[MM]

where are the wimmins
OK dudes, enough of photos of the lost boys; we want some pictures of some alien wimmins; you know, Ruskies, Chineses, etc., etc. Comply are we will have you sent to the re-education facilities in the Asian outback.