more painting

hello,

 

i went and saw Angelo and he offered to let me stay at his apartment in china town for a while (Angelo was a co-producer on the movie ashes). in exchange i have been painting his walls for him. he offered me money for it but i didn't accept it, i am just happy i can stay here, rent free :) Angelo, being the connected person he is has taken me on a few cool nights out. the first night we go to this small but famous sake bar, there sitting in this tiny restaurant seated at one of the 3 small tables in this place. the kitchen is half in view and is made up of a bench the size of my shoe and an even smaller sink, and a fridge. so we order some sushi and wait an hour while this big Japanese chef delicately slices little fish on my shoe. we order some sake and the three of us; Angelo, atul (an actor on the film and business partner of Angelo's) and i sample the whole bottle and order a different kind of sake. it gives a strange feeling, you know your drunk, but you don't really feel drunk, your not sloppy and stupid, very Japanese.

 

the next night, after a long day of painting Angelo gets us on the list to go to this concert at irving plaza in Manhattan. Angelo knows this guy called Micheal on keyboard, hence why we are on the list and have VIP access. the band was called Skye and the lead singer was the front women for a group called morcheba. they were actually very good with a unique sound and minimalistic lyrics, it was hard to look away from their siron songs. after they finished their set Angelo and i left the VIP area upstairs and went back stage for a beer with the band. Michael was a nice friendly guy and he wanted to experience a bit of new york rather than following his band mates back for an early night. so the three of us went to this renowned restauraunt called moto or muto or something pretencions like that. this restaurant had a fantastic kitchen on display and a very friendly staff, it was filled with trendy rich young professional men and established wealthy couples. it was fairly new so had sex and the city gone on for another season they would have shot a scene here. i got the eye steak fillet. it was incredible, and it came with a verity of freshly grinded herb dipping sauces. the desert was incredible; candied pumpkin shavings on top of rich creamy vanilla ice cream with dark cooked caramel sauce. as it turned out Michael was a very interesting man. he had just been touring with savage gardens front man. had played at a gig with 80,000 fans and was responsible for most of the advertising jingles in Australia, e.g. "no body does chicken like KFC" and the theme music for account affair which apparently alone makes him $40,000 a year in royalties. but i was most impressed when he told me he was the composer for the amazing NZ film, whale rider. he wrote and performed every song in that movie. much respect and good luck to the guy.

 

i saw koala jack yesterday which was nice. i met him on the corner of Central park. filled him in on some of the fun of my European adventure. he is doing great, working at a restaurant in central park which is a top of the charts gig. he is a very good guy and lives well. last night we went to this bar, with Indian/house music, dimmed lights and a hookah pit. this was the setting of our final wrap party for the film so i knew this place well. i met some random and very cool NY doctors who shouted me drinks. i spent much of my night out the front talking to the bouncer; this guy, Jesse was so cool. he was by far the nicest bouncer i had ever met, he wished everyone who left a "pleasant trip home" or a "safe ride" and was never rude to anyone. we discussed many things; eBay, Asia, Europe, Thai chi, fung Sui, the Bronx, skateboards, adventures, NY-LA by car, mushrooms, wind chimes etc... it was a very cool conversation and night.

 

today i have spent much of it on the Internet looking up everything i can about the a-league and Melbourne victory and the FANTASTIC WIN YESTERDAY!!!!!!! i was so stoked that we beat the only team we have never even scored against. not even once in 6 or 7 games. muscat converted a penalty that was created by a great attacking run from Alessandro. the second a good put away by Claudinho. i love football! i recommend you all take an interest :) because it is a great game, scrap that, it is the best thing in the entire world... that's more like it! lets just say that if i had only time to edit a small portien of this blog, you would only be able to read the part about melbourne victory.

 

sincerely,

 

Jake.

paris - london - ny

hello.

i got my ticket to Paris and left later that afternoon. i arrived at
around 10pm and found a bed. the next day i moved to a cheaper hostel
and put my stuff down and went walking, i saw many places; sacre cour,
notre dam, the louvre, Eiffel tower and a lot of other places but i
forget the names. i had some fantastic patisseries, amazing mil foil,
incredible croissants etc... the next day i booked a train to London
for my flight to NY. i left Paris and got seriously delayed in Lyon,
something about the train not being safe enough to go through the
chunnel. i couldn't help but laugh as this one guy is constantly
complaining, this older guy from upper class London i guess. he got
angry at the train staff who knew as much as we did, he got angry at
the fellow passengers who would try and play it down "i think it is
just that the windows are not sealed so it cant go through the
channel" and he would yell that he just wants someone in a uniform to
tell him what is going on, not that him knowing what is going on will
make the process of getting to London any quicker. i get to London at
around 10pm find a hostel. i am checking in when to my surprise a girl
who was in my political class at school storms up to the desk and gets
really furious because there are some random bags in her room and she
is freaking out about it, what is wrong with people, learn to accept
:)

the next day i spend alot of my time finding stoke lodge, to return a
book that koala jack borrowed from the Honorable Richard Alston, megs
or nick, i'm not sure. i finally found the place but no one was home
so i left it on the door step. you may have heard recently about the
planned terrorist plot on heathrow airport; they were targeting London
to NY flights, planning to use liquid explosive in drink bottles and
shaving cream cans. so i got to the airport at around 2:00pm for my
6:40pm flight. there was a lot of waiting so i spent my time playing
this pool game in the arcade. you get the first 4 shots in and you get
1pound credit, you get another ball, you get 2, another 3 etc...
untill you miss in which case you loose it all, or you collect your
money anbd start again. i started of with 5 pounds and i lefts with 30
pounds, it was great, if i find one of these games in Australia, it
could be great to help beef up an income :) i have been playing alot
of pool on this trip, cant wait to play with Clare, Jen and Clare b
and all the rest of my pool junky friends (it's a good thing being a
pool junkie, it's a good game, but you wouldn't believe some of the
stupid rules people play with overseas, it really gets my goat) i make
it just in time onto the plane. i watched MI3 and inside man on the
plane. i wait for 2 hours in immigration before i get out into the
subway.

it is 12:something and i call up lyndi to see if i can crash there. so
back to Roosevelt island i go. now i am back in the apple store, a
place i frequented to bring you this blog while i was here last time.
i don't know how many people i know are still in NY, but i will call;
jack, josh, Attila, Angelo, Brian, heather and Tyrone and see whats
what. I'd love to get a car and take a road trip to LA rather than
flying but people wont just drop what they are doing for stuff like
that unfortunately. it would rock though, feet up, drive through
Philly, Vegas, see Steve there, coldplay on the stereo, sunsets etc..
I'll ask anyway. i would like to do a road trip when i get back to
Australia, i haven't ever really seen Australia, really, it could be
cool, drive up through Sydney, watch Melbourne victory kick scum fc's
butt. go on up to qld, find a place to stay for a few days.

i have lost alot of clothes on this trip; countless socks (probably a
good thing), pants (which were my dads hand me downs), jumper (which
Steve lent me) my good shoes (which i wore to Steve's wedding) etc...
my backpack which i traveled in around Europe weighed 6.4kgs. that
really isn't much to go backpacking, my Canadian friend had a fairly
average sized bag for his travels, it weighed like 45kg's or more at
least. so i am back in NY, the stuff i left in NY is in Harlem at
Steve and Sarah's apartment, including my fake ID so i will have to
make the trek up there at some point. I'm bored, i feel like playing
some pool, and meeting some cool people tonight. i wish i had a small
digital camera, i see things that i used to see but from a different
angle, if that makes sense, i just want to film it all. great for
memories and technique for film and television industry.

i have some calls to make now so I'll catch you later.

Jake.

p.s. i am down to two cigarettes per day, which i know isn't great
Steve but it's better.

barca - amsterdam

hello,

 

the next day we decided to something a little different. my mate Marsh has a small video camera which he has been using to make a travelling movie. we came up with the idea of making a small video of us juggling the football around Barcelona. we would find a cool location, nice setting, good light, interesting angles and architecture and we would film a few seconds of one of us doing some nice juggling skills (keeping the ball of the ground by kicking/kneeing/chesting/heading etc.. the ball)then we would kick the ball of camera and the next scene would be the other person doing something similar with the ball coming into say camera left if the last person had kick edit camera right, so in editing it would look like we were passing the ball to each other across the city. we had fun doing it and it was great to practice with the camera. after that we went to one of the main squares and played football with the locals, this one guy i swear was marradona, looked just liked him and he kept touching the ball with his arm.

 

the next day we went in the rain to book a ticket out of the city, we were planning to go to San Sebastian, named after the saint who was famously depicted in many paintings as the man with like 20 arrows in his body (Clare you should remember this from our trip to Italy with stoney). but when we get to the station and after waiting like one hour to get to the desk we are told that there are no more trains today leaving Barcelona with any seats available. marsh is getting very annoyed, he decides he has to leave Barcelona now. we go to the other station and start asking for seats on a train to anywhere, we asked if we could go to Lisbon, no seats, Geneve, no seats, Andorra, Munich, Milan, Zurich, Valencia, Bordeaux no seats. the poor guy typing in all this information into the computer is almost freaking out, poor guy; he has two guys in front of him asking him a hundred questions, he has angry people coming up and asking to be next, everyone has been waiting for like an hour to get a shot at the front desk, including us. he is foaming at the mouth a little bit but he doesn't realise, his hands are going a million miles an hour and he is shaking a little bit. finaly he says there is one seat in first class to Paris. marsh buys it. i get a reservation on a train to Madrid, planning to arrive in the capitol by 12 at night. it was raining so we ran back to the hostel and we booked a night at the very popular Kabul hostel down the road. we then went and watched  flamingo danging which was great. the next day we decide to go to the beach for a swim. the beach is packed, thousands of people all the way along it. lots of topless women and men in budgie smugglers, very European. although i only had my underwear to swim in and they had shrunk in the wash so i fit in really well. the water was really warm and there was some waves. it was a hot day and we spent a long time relaxing on the beach. it wasn't till that night that my skin turned from a light olive colour to a Orange, then red then finally a dark red with a shade of purple and blue coming into it. my thighs were the worst. it hurt allot. i thought the ozone layer was only bad in Australia. but today the redness has gone down and i doesn't hurt to rest my hand on my legs. marsh had been trying to convice me that i should go with him to Paris rather than Madrid, and it wasn't till right before my train that night that he made the match winning point. since my train pass expires (which means i only have to pay reservation fees) on the 15th and i get to Madrid on the 14th and i wouldn't be able to book a ticket till the 16th i would be stuck in Madrid which is alot more expensive getting back to London than say Paris. he was right, so we made a decision to go to Paris, on the 13 hour trip together. the only problem was of course i didn't have the ticket for this train. at 9pm we get to the train going to Paris. we get on and take a look around. we are in first class which contains carriages with only sleeper rooms, no seats. the hallway is so thin that only one person can fit down there at one time. there is a dinning cart and a bar cart. i know  the train is full so i cant sit in an empty seat as someone will come for it soon enough. we go to the bar cart and get a sandwich and a glass of wine. i had to walk up and down the train for a while while they were checking tickets, they don't really ever ask someone on the move jsut those at the seats. i evade for 2 hours to be safe. at around12 marsh go's to bed as do most people, planning to have a nice big sleep before arriving, fresh, in Paris. i walk as far down the train as i can hoping to hit 2nd class and hoping that there is maybe a seat free, but i couldn't get out of first class as they don't let the two classes mingle, ha. so i spend the next 10 hours sitting on top of the toilet seat, too uncomfortable and bright to sleep, and occasionally getting up and walking up and down the carriages like a mad man, i tried sleeping in the hallway but it lasted only until one of the conductors asked me to return to my room. ten hours is a long time to spend in such confined spaces, i think i went a little crazy. at 9 in the morning we roll into Paris. i get to marshes room and he is just waking up, stretching with a smile on his face, sipping his complimentary drink and nibbling his croisant, then there is me, freezing, exhausted, confined and hungry. we go to the other station to get our connecting train to Brussels , i fall a sleep and wake up around 5 times on the train. marsh later told me i was waking up and saying really weird stuff. we get of in Brussels, Bulgaria. we don't stay long before we are on the train again to Amsterdam by way of Rotterdam. we arrive and it is raining as it does alot in Amsterdam, we go find a hostel, believe it or not the same bed i slept in last time i was here. we played alot of pool that day and that night me and marsh went undefeated in doubles. we met some Americans and walked around and went to a museum. last night was great, we met these Amsterdam locals that marsh had met in Prague. they had bikes and we would sit on the back, side saddle and they would hoon around the streets showing us how the dutch do Amsterdam, we saw some great improv music, great base player too. today we went on a hour long canal cruise which was great fun. got to see alot more beautiful buildings. soon i have to go and book my train to Paris, so i better go find an ATM.

 

cheers,

 

Jake.

quick update

hey guys and gals,

 

well, after that crazy night the next was kind of plain. we heard from locals that the good place to go to was core. we turn up their and the bouncer says it is full. then the door opens and there is a guy carrying a girl out of the bar with her friend holding her hair back. she wasn't moving, we decided we have never seen someone so drunk in all our lives, after a while talking to the conscious girl and the guy we all decided that this wasn't drunkenness, this was drink spiking, it makes me furious!! her friend didn't seem too concerned as she was taking photo´s of her friend laying barely conscious on the ground. we left after the girl made a couple of movements on her own, back to the hotel and watched anchorman. the next day we get up at around 9am and i had only managed to get 1 hour sleep for some reason, i just couldn't get my brain to shut off as i had a million things going through my head. we get to the train and we are headed for Nice with a quick stop at Juan Le Pins. we get of at this little destination and walk towards the beach, it was beautiful, touristy but at the same time not, if you know what i mean, like the infrastructure was their to support many many more tourists that their were so it was kind of peaceful. we decided to stay for only 45 minutes till our next train but ended up staying 4 hours, swimming in the pristein Mediterranean sea, eating perhaps the greatest muscles of all time in a restaurant on the water front, laying out in the sun on long beach lounging chairs, dozing off to the sound of the tiny little waves coming up the sand. it was a wonderfully refreshing place and we all agreed we needed it after being in so many large cities, such as NY, LA, London and Munich etc.. the water is very calming and the salt is good for you.i bought a cheap pair of sunny´s, got the price from 15 to 5. we were sad to leave Le Pins but we wanted to press on to Marseilles. after staying in Marseilles for two days in hindsight we would have much preferred to stay in Le Pins, sleeping on the beach. Marseilles is an ugly smelly little capital of corruption and filth. other than a fort on the neck of the bay this city has nothing but hustlers and open sewage. we were stalked by this big black guy who looked identical to Djbril Cisse (football nuts will know him, i´m looking at you Marcus and Aidan). the night life was dead by 10, not that it had much of a pulse before that.in two nights the hottest spot we could find contained 4 french guys and one Maurie turned french guy, we spent maybe 30 minutes watching them taking it in turns to touch some box hanging from the ceiling: in case your wondering, the mauri guy couldn't touch it but three of them touched it every time and the last Frenchmen took 4 go´s to get it.... see this was the highlight of Marseilles. our friend mike who was leaving us to make the 60 something hour trek to Croatia waited at the train station for about 5 hours rather than venture out into the cesspool.. OK maybe i am over reacting but we were having so much fun bagging the city that i think we hate it a little more than is necessary, but i don't suggest anyone go´s there, go around it. we finally get on the train and go for 6 hours to port bu, in this cramped little train, i got some sleep somehow, and when i wasn't i was reading ¨one flew over the cuckoos nest¨ ´then we waited at this random port bu for an hour and then got on one more train and landed in Barcelona, very relieved. we got here at around 10am so had the day to check it out. we walked up and down the main drag for a bit, then went to Camp Nuo (another one for Marcus and Aidan) Barcelona football clubs home ground, we took the tour and got to go inside the stadium, took some photo´s and then went to the football museum and looked at some memorabilia from Barcelona´s football history. it is now 5:55pm and i am about to go to the hostel to have a late siesta, i will need my energy for tonight, barca is the home have partying and we are going to have a BIG one!! we got about 5 places to go to, finishing of in this one club which has 5 floors, different themes and music types on each floor, then we might go to this salsa club and finish the night with some hip moving Spanish dancing under the quite lights of early morning, but plans never stay the same as the night go´s on so who knows where we will end up.

 

Jake.

 

p.s. today on the train we saw a guy going through some wallet he had obviously pick pocketed, since he did not look like a young English women

No Pants

hello,

 

well, alot has happened in the last few days. first of, not long after i sent the last blog the Canadian, American and i decide to travel together for a bit. we try and work out a plan but that isn't as fun so we decide ballpark Switzerland. so after another big night we have one hour sleep and make it to the train to Zurich, one of the cities i wanted to see. unfortunately for me it was only a stop over so i had only about 20 minutes to look around, so off i go, running around taking pictures like a mad man and then back to the station and on to the train bound for Interlaken, with a stop over in Lezern, another city i really wanted to see. we get to Lezern, the most photographed town/city in Switzerland which is saying something as this is probably the most attractive country i have ever seen. i get a little bit longer to enjoy this place, a whole 38 minutes before we are back on the train.

 

now because of walking in the rain in Munich early in the morning, my pants got very wet, the pants i have been traveling in for three months, wearing them most of the time. i am wearing shorts at this point and decide before we get of at Interlaken that these pants are not in very good shape, still wet sitting in the bottom of my bag, so i leave them on the train. we arrive in Interlaken, the extreme sports capital of the world some time in the evening. a place where lonely planet recommends booking accommodation around a month in advance, most certainly not when you arrive at night. now this town is lovely, a very small town surrounded by absolutely massive mountains, known as the Swiss alps. it is also very cold here, for me at least, the Canadian was wearing shorts by choice; and i was regretting mine. after checking about 7 hotels and dorms we find Balmers Tent Village and they had a very cheap option, 15 Swiss franks for a bed in this dorm, with no door or any luxuries like that. we leave our stuff and head towards happy hour at one of two bars in town, both are run by hostels so it is mainly inhabited by young travelers such as our self's. we hang out with some American girls and party for a while. the next day marsh (Canadian) and Mike (American) decide they want to go canyoning, which is basically jumping of big rocks into small sections of water, freezing cold water. i decide hang gliding or paragliding would be a little warmer so i wait for the rain, wind and clouds to disappear so i can book one of the two, but unfortunatly it didn't. the boys said they had fun whitewater rafting (canyoning was considered too dangerous in these conditions so they had to change sports). apparently mike, big mike fell in and it took everyone on the boat to get this man mountain back in ha ha. that night we went back to the bar and met up with our friends and partied a bit more.

 

the boys had not been impressed with our accommodation the previous night so had booked a night at another place, which was 12 franks more expensive but much better as it had locks, doors, showers and all these other totally unnecessary stuff. i decided to stay at my cozy little pad another night. i just happened to be the only one with an alarm clock so it was my job to wake them up at 8am so we could head on out to the train. i had however left my luggage with my friends in their new accomodation so i wake up at 7:30am look out side, it is freezing, raining, no pouring and it is misty. i look on the floor not remembering what i had worn last night but hopping there is at least one item made with wool, alas.. my thongs, underwear, SHORTS and a traveling shirt (collared and extremely thin, mainly for traveling in say Delhi or something like that). i am a little disappointed to tell you all the truth. but i put it all on, brace my self and walk out the door....way. i am around 15-20 minutes away from my friends accommodation and another 20 minutes away from the train station. it was a very cold walk, and now as i am writing this from Nice in France i am coughing, only a small cold but it isn't helping anybody. anyhow i get to their hostel and wake them up, they take ages to get up but eventually they are ready, somehow i had left my jumper in some dorm room and it was lost, so i am pantless and jumperless, so i put on 9 tee-shirts, later mike would come to judge the temperature of a place by how many shirts i was wearing: "hmm no marsh i don't think we need a jumper, Jake is only wearing 4 shirts". we get to the station and make our way to Milan, Italy. traveling through Switzerland by train is the best way to do it. we had the most amazing views, picture it, half way up a mountain, looking out your window hundreds of metres down upon a small village with a stream running through it, the greenest grass you have ever seen, at the foot of another massive mountain with the sheerest faces and waterfalls, capped by snow at the top, all from the warmth and comfort of the train, it was amazing. in and out of tunnels, up and down mountains, over rivers it was cool. the train was about 5 hours to Milan, trains are much easier to handle the planes, so much better. we entertain our self's by making fun of Iggy Pop, mike is reading his autobiography as we travel. making fun of my no pants situation, and  listening to more and more and more stories of our Canadian friends adventures. it is now his birthday, he is 25, we partied last night and we planned to party again this night in our destination of nice. we stop of in Milan and it was wonderful for me as this was one of the places i wanted to go to, you all know how much i love Italy. unfortunately i had only an hour there and the time was taken up mostly by waiting to reserve our seats on the next train. i did however get to go out and take a few photo's. we get back on the train, and went along the coast of Italy and France, along the Mediterranean, it was lovely and it was wonderful for my pantless legs to be bathed in sunlight for the first time in a few days.

 

we arrive in Nice last night at around 8pm. it is raining, again no hostel booked and most hotels had a fully booked sign out the front, we finaly find a hotel and it is 30£ each for a hotel room with three beds, we are exited to be living in such luxury. it is still marsh's birthday so we dump our stuff and head towards the old town, the party town. we find this bar and it is happy hour all night, we play pool and drink tequila beer. we meet a very mixed group of people, a gorgeous long island bikini model, a bald Indian/black/white Brooklyn kid, a fiery English girl, a English guy and some others who i cant even visualise now. we play pool and hang out with them. we want to go to this club so we run but we get there at 2:02am so we just missed the window of free entry so we go back to the pub. my friend marsh is annoyed because i am chatting and drinking with the long island girl away from the rest of the group so he takes mike who is tired and they leave, with the map, directions and name of the hotel. i ask if anyone wants to come back and party in our hotel, no one seemed really exited about the idea, they wanted to go to some other club. but the long island girl was annoyed that her friend who she had come all this way from long island NY to see had not spoken to her all night, which was totally ridiculous and it seemed like she was just making up reasons to be pissed of at him, he is angry and wants her to come back and stay at his place where all her stuff is, she doesn't want to go, she throws his keys away in front of him, she grabs my arm and starts walking. the plan was to go back to our hotel and have a beer and i said she could crash at our place. so we start walking, we keep walking, it is around 3:30am in nice, which is actually fairly dangerous i hear. i don't have a map, i am a little drunk and we are lost it is pretty cold and she isn't wearing a great deal so i give her my shirt leaving me with a singlet, very cold. we walk around for just under 3 hours trying to find my hotel, it was the most frustrating 3 hours i can remember, she is walking in stilettos which i cant imagine been much fun. i feel terrible, men are supposed to be good with directions and i usualy am, just not this night. we walk and eventually see her friends? walking out of this club, she and the guy start yelling at each other some more and he pressures her to come home with him and the guys friends are telling me to get away from the situation in not a very friendly way, but she had told me some stuff about him on our walk and she didn't really want to be around him. but when it is 3 guys and 2 girls pressuring her to go back with them i knew we had lost this battle, she was upset that she had to go back with them and i was pissed of that i still couldn't find my hotel. so i am walking and i see the fiery English girl and the bald Brooklyn kid; she yells at me to come over to where she is. she starts yelling at me about how much of a prick i was for taking the long island girl on some massive night walking tour of nice which was a valid point and i was about to try and explain the situation when some dodgy guy comes up to them and offers the girl some umm.... it rhymes with stash, or mash. she starts talking french and makes a deal with the guy, and stupidly pulls out about 400euro and is about to take one of the bills out of the stack when the dodgy guy grabs the full 400euro and starts running, me and the bald kid start sprinting after him and we are chasing him through little side streets and up and down stairs for about 10 minutes before he looses us in the city he obviously knows very well. the bald kid asks me to look after the now fuming fiery English girl while he go's in search of someone who obviously doesn't want to be found in his own city, kind of pointless at that stage. so i sit there and put up with this girl jumping all over the place swearing at the city, swearing at random passers by and swearing at me, she is threatening this guy who could probably hear her from where ever he was hiding, laughing. the sky is getting lighter and i am so tired, annoyed, drunk and some other adjectives. so i tell her good luck and i leave as she is on the phone calling down all her 'BoYz' as i have seen so many times girls doing in Melbourne. 'I'm going to get Marco, James, tony and they are going to come down here and get him' etc... i walk for another hour before i find my hotel, i kicked my self when i saw it as me and the long island girl had actually walked right past it but it was before we were lost so i wasn't paying much attention. i get to my room and hit the bed. now it is 5pm the next day and it is a lovely day in Nice. i am going to get some food and find a place to wash my clothes. tomorrow i think we are of to Marseilles before heading on to Barcelona which will be amazing fun.

 

jeez i have been writing for a while, so i will stop now.

 

love Jake.

Munchen!

hey everyone,

got to Munich after 11 hours of no sleep on the train. Munich is cool.
Amsterdam was fun, met some really strange people it was cool. you
cant eat healthy in Amsterdam and i am feeling it a little. i got to
the station and went in line to buy a ticket, i get to the counter and
she asks where i am going to. i didn't really have a plan but i wanted
to go to Germany and then Switzerland, so i said munchen. met some
cool guys from Utrecht on the train. yesterday i get to Munchen early
in the morning, no sleep for so long, i walk around. find a hostel. so
last night the American, this guy is 6.6 250pounds. cool guy, and this
champion from Canada and i go to this awesome club district, it was
full of real German people which was cool! before this we went to a
real beer house, one litre glasses of beer, massive! after clubbing i
get back to my hostel at like 6am. i woke up at like 10 and had the
worst hangover of all time!!! i tried to get back to sleep but
couldn't, my head hurt too much to sleep so i spent most of the day
trying to sleep. at about 6pm we went out for some food, horrible
burger king, but i needed the fatty food. i thought i lost my wallet
but it was in my shorts at the hostel. so now i am sitting at the bar
using someones laptop with a beer almost empty next to me, my head
still hurts too much and we are about to go out. two Americans and a
Canadian are arguing about oil, America, thrid world countries,
globalisation, national geographic etc... it is funny.

much love,

Jake.