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nearly nothing to report.
But there have been 2 personal records broken here:
1. On May 11 2006 .. two months and 11 days into my trip, it was the first day that I did not spend ANY money. I ate in my room the food I had cooked, and I didn't even spend money on internet. Not a cent!
2. On May 13 and May 14 2006 .. 11 hours of internet in 2 days. Almost as much as if I hadn't left home!
These could be the excitements of the week, but hold on, there's more!
As I was walking here to the internet today...
I am walking across the street and eating one of my kinder candies, life is good, albeit a bit boring. I hear a faint "excuse me -- excuse me -- excuse me" behind me. And this could only mean one thing. Someone is trying to get my attention. I turn around, it's some dude who just crossed the street as well but from the other direction. He askes me: speak English?
I say, yes, thinking well he wants directions. Not that I have any idea where anything is in this town.
"Where from you" -- in a heavy accent is what he asks. I take a few seconds to process, should I answer honestly or give some bullshit answer. What the hell, I say,
"Kalifornia".
"You student?" -- is what he asks next, and I could barely make out the words because the accent is so bad.
I say yes.
He asks me what department. I say, not here, back home.
He asks me if I like Germany. I say it's OK.
He tells me he's from Liberia (or Libya, I couldn't really tell what he said), and asks if I knew where it was. Yes, I know where Liberia, AND where Libya, is.
He tells me he is here in Germany studying for his masters in physical education? What kind of lame degree is that??
And it's better to get a Physical Education degree in Germany vs some 3rd world country, as if that would make a big difference when trying to apply for that PE teacher job??
At this point, to be merciful, I tell him he could speak to me in German. Me thinks my Anglo-German accent is better than his Liberia/Libya American accent... He said no, he only knows a bit of German.
Then what the hell's he doing here, working on a masters degree?!
He asks me how long I in Germany. I couldn't tell if he means how long I have already been in Germany, or how long I plan to stay in Germany, but I decide to say one week. The shorter the better if it could get him to leave me alone.
He asks me if I am tourist. I say yes.
He asks me where my family. I say not here.
He asks me if I am single. WTF??
He asks again, if I am with family or I am single. Now he's getting a bit creepy!
Now we are almost to the train station (where I come to use the internet) and he asks me to drink coffee. I reply with I don't drink coffee.
He asks me if I drink orange juice. What's with the inqusition, am I signing up for the 80 euro breakfast again?
He then says, (losely paraphrased b/c the actual words he said were totally jumbled)
I want you for girlfriend.
Ah. Just what I need.
A proposal enroute to the local train station by a man who comes from a country that probably wants to blow up the United States, who cannot speak coherently in my native language.
I tell him, no, thanks, I don't want to drink with you. He asks why. I say because I already have a boyfriend. Oh how ironic that all through out our bullshit conversation I had been telling him truths and then I pull out this last one!
Now we are closer to the train station and I give the second lie, I have to catch my train now. And he looks a bit dejected, as if he had really believed I would have said yes?...
Really. Why do I only get the crazies.
* * *
So another bit of unexcitement that I have to report upon.
Here less than a week and I have already begun to plan for my departure.
Where will I go? Well, I had emailed my friend, whom forth shall be referred to as "Hans", and asked if I can crash at his Munich-ian pad for a few days. How many days, I dunno, I have the tendency to become a bum and not want to leave if something/somewhere is too comfortable -- recalling from my stay at Vesa's house in Helsinki.
To top it off, my intended arrival date in Munich is really close to my birthday, and I was thinking, well, depending on how it goes, maybe I will stay in Munich for my birthday.
In a nutshell, I was kinda leaving it up to Hans to decide when to kick me out.
Yesterday I found him online and we chatted for a bit about my arrival plans, ie which day, what time, would be good. As explained to me by Hans...
I have a relatively big window of arrival time that is acceptable for him over that weekend, but there is something that he doesn't want to miss on Monday, and it's something he has to prepare for on Sunday.
I'm not retelling this very well, but basically it goes like this: On Monday morning the fraulein (lady) Hans has the hots for will be coming into Munich via train from a small town that about 220 km (130 mi) away. Hans would like to "accidently" run into her at this small town train station and then ride back into Munich with her, thus, he has to leave Sunday evening to go to this other town first.*
Get the picture??
As I was reading out what Hans had typed, I was like, wow, that's really thoughtful of him, in a sweet, stalker kinda way.
And that was when I got kinda depressed.
*que violin music*
How come I can't find anyone who would go to the trouble to ride out 220 km and then back for me, with me? Why do I only get lame-o Liberians on the street who wants me for his 3rd wife??
Oh woe is me!
Yea. So that was pretty much when I decided that I ain't so keen on staying that many days in Munich at Hans' place, and I definitely am not going to stay until my birthday. I already feel lame, having asked if I can come and maybe he felt like he had to say yes.
So my birthday plans are in the works now. It's going to be a Judy fest. All Judy, all the time.
PS. Ok, so Hans tried to downplay the whole "riding out to Deggensdorf" thing by saying his parents are from there... But still, it's more commitment from a dude than I've ever seen.
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hey. buck up. no need to feel down. remember, some of us are trying to live vicariously through your travels, compared to our daily routine of working to the bone slaving away for science. i consider it your duty to have fun, if only for my own sake. how are those socks holding up?