I have decided it’s not worth re-writing last night’s effort into narrative form. I think it makes enough sense as it stands. And I started taking photos with my real camera rather than the webcam, so rather than duplicating the effort I think I’m just going to make you all wait until I get the film developed.

Also Irina (my buddy) asks me to add that while she did mis-type both of her phone numbers to me, she subsequently stayed at the station waiting for every train to arrive, and asked the public if they had seen me, and even put an announcement over the PA speaker saying “if MS is around could you please come and find me”. Of which I am quite in awe. (Particularly since I seem to be taking up her time between exams…)

I have made a few further observations about the town. Again since I have no storytelling talent, I shall just list them.

Most stores accept only cash. This is remarkably inconvenient for someone used to paying for things with EFTPOS or credit. Alternatively, one transfers money via your bank. (Which is of course not helpful while I only have an Australian bank account. This situation will of course improve shortly.)

I have a german mobile phone now. It should be “activated” by tomorrow. Ask me for the number if you want it. (I’m not putting it on a public website!!)

My apartment is not only named “Kandinsky”, it’s themed. All the art on the walls (that I was too tired to notice yesterday!) are Kandinsky prints. Heh.

Re bums on billboards, there’s quite a few billboards around town featuring a scantily-clad shapely bottom, and the caption “nothing to see here, move along”. And nothing else. Not entirely sure what that’s advertising…

I found the German world-cup strip in a store. And the French one. Both are very cool designs. Why is it that the Australian one is so drearily boring? (Well, Germany and France wear Adidas, while Australia wears Nike… although I’m sure that has absolutely nothing to do with it. Hm.)

Law & Order, CSI, Monk, etc, dubbed into German is considerably less successful than MythBusters dubbed into German. At least it’s properly dubbed, not the “commentary” sort of thing we saw in Poland last year. Ick.

Razor cartridges are remarkably expensive. Perhaps I’ll grow a beard.

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