For than just a cake...

Trip Start Apr 29, 2006
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Saturday, June 17, 2006

France was always going to struggle after the euphoria of Kaiserslautern. I mean, where are Strasbourg's come from behind goals in the last 5 minutes? Nowhere. Where is the electric atmosphere of 20000 Australians singing waltzing matilda? Not here. Yes - Strasbourg was always going to struggle. But despite this already reduced expectation, Strasbourg still struggled to impress. It's pretty enough in a straightforward european way - a reasonably impressive cathedrale and nice flower lined canals bathing in glorious sunshine. But, besides the inevitable difficulties of coming after the greatest football game in the history of Australia, Strasbourg, in my opinion, has fallen short in every respect. Firstly, 10km over the border from Germany, everything is significantly more expensive. Killing me. I don't know about you, but after paying 1.50 euro for bratwurst hotdogs, I'M not pazing 3.50 euro for no fucking baguette. Baguettes of death. Perhaps more importantly, Strasbourg has a manifestly poorer feel than ay German city that we've bee to as well. The areas around the campground and even closer to the city have a real ghetto feel which is both depressing and sad. Is it because it is the first real city that we've come to - perhaps a more real depicton of manz european cities? In any event, the general feeling in Strasbourg actually made me feel kind of unsafe. It lacked the expected charm of a reknowned charming city. Quite a severe indicmtne ton a city barely seen in 2 days but I stick to my guns. every cloud bears a silver lining though, and in this instance, the generally dodgy feel of Strasbourg allowed us to tick off one of the essential features of anz good road trip - excessive singing of 'In the Ghetto' by Elvis ("but if there's one thing that she don't need it's another hungry mouth to feed in the ghetto... in the ghetto"). Now I can't get t out of my head. A warning - do not go and search out this song or you will be burdened with falsetto rising thirds, in your mind, night and day, without interval for the rest of eternity. In summary - Strasbourg = hole.

After the Strasbourg ghetto, the university town of Freiburg has been a welcome relief. Freiburg itself is a lovely town, and our enjoyment of it has been decidedly increased by the most brilliant ever campsite ever in the history of germany. us in Freiburg? Living the dream. Well... almost. In actual fact, my dream includes a killer bowl of noodle soup, of which I actually did dream about the other night, rather than stale bread ans cheap cheese. My dream also does not, surprinsingly, include being embraced bz an enormous, sleeping, immovable and unwakeable Paul Sagenschneider, or being a poor bastard, living in dirty clothes. Average. But hey - it's not too bad. Although I really would kill for some noodle soup or yum cha.

Besides the best campsite in the history of Germany, Freiburg is really quite pleasant. Nestled in the heart of the southern black frest, it's relaxed, charming, young and hip, whilst, of course, maintaing the ye olde german town feel which has now worn off as a novelty. A plethora of fantastic cafes along the quiet cobblestone streets makes it the perfect place to sit and espresso it up. Cheap kbkabs, as in all Germany, provides the basic source of sustanance and perhaps illness.

German prices for everything have been surprisingly low. Cut price supermarkets are our saviour, with the crowning glory being extremely ridiculously cheap beer. Despite this, a constant concern for us 4 extremely cheap and tight travellers has been the german system in relation to bottles. If you don't know about it - here's the deal. n all bottles - plastic or glass - you pay a deposit. Ok - not too bad a concept. But when you are buying cases of beer which are only returnable at specific outlets, it causes problems, especially when you are traveeling between town and countires. So, us, being, as previously mentioned, really fucking tight - have begun the practice of carting crates of empty bottles around, which take up half of Vinny Grella's Mum's Vanny van van van, in the hope that we may be fortunate enough to find somewhere where we can cash them in for 4 euros. Tight. Uber tight. Brilliant.

The world cup road trip of the devil of the death from hell has, so far, gone ok. The mood in the van goes up and down depending on who is hungover, who owes who 20 c and who has to share a bed with snags. I also feel that the budget food routine is soon goig to drive me mad. I think i will soon find the answer to the question - how much pasta and sauce can one man eat?

Unfortunately, despite being in romantic locations such as France and the Black Forest, there has been little opportunity to sight see. I mean, there's only so much you can do after you watch 6 hours of football. And anyway, things are never quite as romantic when travelling with 3 guys. Team Vanny Van Van Van has gone through the wars a little lately as well: Snags got a reasonably severe burn on his elbow from a flaming shot which he insists on showing everyone, Brett decided it would be a good idea to collide heavily with our stationary Van and his knee is paying the price, I'm a little bit coldy at the moment and Kieran is a struggler at the best of times. But it's going ok. Great in fact.

And so to the top 5. Well being the first time that I haven't travelled on my own, I thought it worthwhile to focus the Top 5 on a member of the travelling party - the enormous, unmistakeable and loveable Paul aka snags aka Herr Doktor aka Das professor aka the man on the couch aka coolsnaggerz@hotmail.com. Today, an insight into the Top things that snags has talked most about during the road trip of the devil of the death from hell. Accompanying each number will be a snags qote demonstrating his passion for a particular thing.

5. Beavers - 'Man. Look at that beaver. It's huge. Look at it!'
4. Bees - 'Dudes! Look at these bees man! They're massive. Way bigger than australian bees'
3. Temperature - 'Is it cold in here or is it just me?' 'I'm boling in here'. 'How hot is it?'.
2. water features - Look at that water feature. Fountains are cool. Look. It sprays water everywhere. Wicked. how cool would it be to have one of them in your lounge room.
1. Mini traffic lights - Hey guyd. There they are again. Mini traffic lights. They're like normal lights but smaller. Wicked. How wicked are they...

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Ha ha
You're a funny man marktjhung.
p.s. I agree, Strasbourg is a hole. Good hot chocolate though.

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