Good times

February 27, 2009 § 3 Comments

Life currently consists of eating toast with peanut butter, drinking peppermint tea, sleeping 10 hours a day, and photo-taking when I feel like dragging my lazy ass out.

I’m couchsurfiing with D, in her gorgeous retro apartment, where I’ve been bumming around not doing much. Slightly different from Prague, where couchsurfing with boisterous boys and a dog meant going to bed late, with protests going unheeded when it came to drinking beers and shots till morning. Sometimes boys can be quite convincing.

Besides walking around the city and giggling to myself every time I spot the word ‘wiener’ and ‘pull sharply’, Vienna has been a quiet affair so far. The weather has been poorly, people seem rather depressed, and I have been feeling extremely lethargic. So being the unambitious tourist that I am right now, I’m gonna lay back, eat my peanut butter, read my book, and look forward to the symphony at Musikverein tomorrow night. Apparently I am also being taken to the Viennese countryside on Sunday to celebrate D’s aunt’s birthday.

It sounds entirely unfair that I’m living this life I’m living whilst the rest of the world struggles with the economic crisis, but it has to go on. I’m currently adopting the philosophy of ‘ignorance is bliss’ and until the day comes when I have to start worrying about stuff like that, hey, I don’t mind this life at all.

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Oh hello

February 26, 2009 § Leave a comment

Hello Vienna. I like you. I like you very much indeed. Just 2 minutes from where I’m currently staying, I found peanut butter. And I ate it. I ate it with toast. Not one piece, no. Not two. I had four slices of toast with peanut butter, and it’s fucking 5pm.

I also found Nick Hornby’s book here. The one I lost on the plane. I would like to read it and eat more peanut butter with toast, but now I’m sleepy. It is raining outside, and I shall drink peppermint tea, go to sleep, and dream of peanut butter.

Eyes, tired. Tummy, happy.

Wheel of fortune

February 25, 2009 § 2 Comments

For as long as I can remember, I have always been lucky. Either by twist of fate or life’s predetermined design, good fortune has always been present in every aspect of my life, and for every bit of ‘shit happens’, innumerable good things will always compensate for it.

The biggest shitty event that has ever occurred to me was the end of a seemingly perfect long-term relationship in October 2007. It was a fate dealt to me by my own hand, and with gritted teeth I accepted its awful consequences. With a remorseful heart, I trudged on in Sydney for a further 9 months before reaching a financial goal that would allow me to leave everything behind to see this side of the world.

It had to be an indefinite itenary, for I suspected that I was looking for something which might not be seemingly obvious. I didn’t know what. But something intangible. Something extraordinary for my ordinary life.

It has now been 5 months since I left. What have I found?

Mostly people. I have fallen in love with people. People I’ve met, who have become my dearest friends and often so much more. True as I write this on my final day in Prague, and hopefully even more true as I hope will be the case when I go to Copenhagen in about 2 weeks.

Seems like a long time ago that shit happened. I see now that it was necessary for everything good that has occurred so far. I’m one lucky bitch. Does the streak end at some point?

Bitch is back

February 23, 2009 § 2 Comments

First things first. I’m not writing this from some detention cell, trading my bra for cigarettes Bridget Jones style. After all that unnecessary build up from Berlin, I arrived in Prague with no hostility whatsoever. Besides a bus full of noisy teenagers (I do not like teenagers, and no, I was not such an idiotic one), the ride was fairly smooth.

Let’s leave it at that. I will however remember not to call the Australian Embassy for anything else, as they had left me to contemplate my own fate. Not cool.

Anyway, it’s my 4th day in Prague. My mind is slightly sloshy at the moment. Huh? It’s already 4pm, and I have hardly gotten out of my pajamas.

A few posts ago I told myself that after Amsterdam I was going to give my body a bit of a break. However in celebration that I did not have to come into contact with German customs, I might have over-indulged myself. It is difficult to describe everything, but I shall leave the following list of words to people’s active imaginations. Not in order of course.

Couch, lots of chicken wings, beer, supermarkets, funny Czech dudes, freaky paper doll cut-outs, whiskey, me wanting to marry a Czech girl, Korana the carrot-chewing dog, wine, some vague conversations, TV Tower with weird baby climbing sculptures, hot cranberry juice, a castle, George the snow-pig, Vin Diesel, 3am on Saturday night, striptease sausages.

That about summarizes it.

The answer

February 20, 2009 § Leave a comment

My opinion is, the more one agonizes about certain things such as visa issues, the more these issues will not be solved. Like the good old embassy says, there’s nothing we can do.

So I’ve adopted the view that if I don’t think about it, it shall all go away and there are more important things to focus on. Therefore in order to sidetrack myself from the predicament at hand, my obvious answer to everything in this world, is food. Specifically chocolate, but I’m not really that picky.

For those of you who have been following, I was sick with some sort of food poisoning in Brussels, and the sight of food made me sick for one entire week. I did not feel hungry, for one week, because my tummy was angry. It was angry, and I was very sad that it was angry. I felt lower than the lowest pits.

Anyway, the point is, that is the past. My tummy is happy again, and this crazy phenomenon of not being hungry, has long been forgotten. I forgave my tummy, and it forgave me. We are friends once more. Regardless of whether I will be apprehended when I next cross the German border, I have been distracted by my beloved food and chocolate. A little rollcall from the past couple of days:

– Three quarters of a loaf of brioche topped with loads of glorious Irish butter.
– Curry wurst with fries, ketchup, chili flakes, and of course, curry.
– Boulette (thick chunks of German style minced patties).
– Chocolate tiramisu with drinking chocolate.
– Grilled fish with roasted vegetables.
– More mashed potatoes than one can ever consume
– All the Belgian chocolate I brought from Brussels

I almost wanted to take a big bite out of that chocolate Titanic, but I resisted. I will be going to Prague this afternoon. Will I be seized?

Stuff

February 19, 2009 § 4 Comments

It appears that I have gotten myself into a slight pickle with this visa dilemma. Now, although the nice German officers had decided to set me free into the night last week, the small possibility that I’m an illegitimate tourist still weighed on my mind like a cannonball waiting to burst forth.

After many attempts at contacting the Australian Embassy, I finally managed to speak to a person instead of a machine. Calmly explaining the situation, I asked Embassy Man for his advice. To summarize:

Me: So it’s not really my fault that the Swiss didn’t stamp my passport when I left the EU.

Him: No. But there’s really nothing you can do.

Me: What do you mean? Surely the embassy has encountered such similar scenarios?

Him: Sure, but we can’t do anything. You need to call the German police.

Me: What?

Him: Everything goes through the police.

Me: Thanks.

I hang up. NO FUCKING WAY! I do not want to contact German police. They sound scary. I have decided that I have done everything I can to resolve the situation, and if my own embassy cannot assist me, then it shall be their fault.

Yes, that is an extremely good alibi. I will go with that. Oh, what an exciting life I lead.

Underground

February 19, 2009 § Leave a comment


Despite the heavy snow and my apparently ‘illegal’ status, I decided that it really was useless to go into hiding or mope about in a sad manner. If I am to be deported, they will have to drag me kicking and screaming from the fabulous sights and museums, as the rightful tourist I am. So I’ve been carrying on, and have been venturing out to all sorts of places.

I could describe the profoundly archinerd-y experiences I had at the Holocaust Memorial or the Bauhaus Archives, but I won’t. However, I might delve into weird ass episode from yesterday.

Night had fallen early as usual. J suggested we take the bus (I was hesitant but agreed) and the U-bahn to an underground art gallery sort of place, where one could check out alternative art and such. The street we arrived in was covered in snow, and it had a chic kind of atmosphere to it, with luxurious bars and trendy restaurants. But J led me past all of these, and after some minutes, we stopped at what seemed to be an unsavoury doorway into an equally unsavoury building.

Has anyone ever watched Saw? The gruesome scenes of terror set in a building consumed by an odor of obsoleteness, where Jigsaw played with the minds of his victims? This was such a building. A building that seemed to have completely surrendered itself to its repulsive fate, quietly accepting its peeling walls of bad graffiti and faded old posters.

We climbed up a few floors. Along the dark winding stairwell, I observed the one or two shady characters loitering about the stairwell cradling their bottles of cheap booze. The entire thing had dodgy written all over it, yet I followed on with curious uncertainty.

At the third floor or so up, you might imagine my fascination when we arrived at a skinny hall which led to rooms filled with backstreet artists offering their work for sale. There were quite amazing pieces of artwork and interesting pieces of jewellery up for grabs, and upstairs were also a couple of grungy little bars and even a cinema. From one of the bars we had an awesome view of the city completely enveloped in snow. We mingled with some Spanish tourists, and some guy shoved me a piece of paper with his Myspace details in case I wanted to date him. I don’t even remember what he looked like.

I got us some Berliner beer, looked down onto the twinkly sculpture filled courtyard, and thought to myself, shit. I fucking love Berlin.

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