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Trip Start Jun 12, 2014
15Trip End Jul 23, 2014
I was starting to panic as I was getting turned down everywhere on airbnb though in reality I had been accepted but I had trouble working out how to accept the booking on the iPhone app. By the time I accepted, the offer had expired but I could nevertheless have the place for five days. Almost what I wanted anyway.
But then for some reason my credit card wouldn't work and I couldn't cancel a pending request for the same time period so I was beginning to panic. It turns out you can only cancel a request on the website and I solved the card issue with paypal.
The front door, out the back of the the building. Pretty ordinary looking so far.
But a very multicultural area judging by the names on the buzzers.
The whole suburb was superb. Actually walkable from where I'd just moved from but much nicer. The streets are quieter and the pubs and restaurants aren't so seedy. And there's even a small neighbourhood bar almost directly opposite.
Inside is pretty homely - a veritable home away from home.
Not that I'm likely to start reading any of these books. I've got a few too many at home to worry about.
The balcony's certainly pretty cool.
The bigger pub on the corner looks like the place to watch the soccer. Nice outside seating if the weather holds up.
A quick bite to eat before heading out in the evening. An omelette - or are they scrambled eggs with some speck or something mixed in? Really good in any case. Is it absurd to say that this is the equal of anything? For me, if something really tastes good that's already a superlative. So all of the these good tasting things are equal with each other.
Pretty laid-back couple of buskers. I wish I'd had more time to stop and listen...
In the evening I had another invitation to an InterNations event. From my Russian language partner from last year. Well, I get to speak and hear as much Russian as I like so it's not exactly a partnership. But I appreciate the opportunity.
Again, the venue was pretty much in the tourist centre. I had to pay to get in as it's a member thing. Fair enough. But the music was so bloody loud. I had been warned though. Get there early and take advantage of the relative quiet before the Dj gets going.
I think the first person I spotted was an American whom I'd met last year. And I could hardly forget him as he speaks such good Esperanto. This bloke isn't your average Esperantist. He's just a very smart bloke who happens to speak Esperanto. He was telling me about bitcoin last year when the price was below $200. Last year he'd found a coffee shop in Berlin that was taking bitcoins. I presume they did pretty well.
There was the usual mix. Americans (who were either living or had lived in Russia), Russians, Chinese, Germans, an Israeli - who remembered me from last year. You could probably practise more languages here than at the polyglot gathering - if you could coax them away from English.
It was pleasant enough though I had to complain about how loud the music was a couple of times. The organisers seemed pretty sympathetic to my whining but I think they themselves were victims of the cosmopolitan venue - i.e. an extremely loud Dj is de rigueur no matter how inappropriate. The worst is that the Djs themselves are completely oblivious to the fact that people might want to be able to hear themselves speak.
I've met some pretty nice people at these events so I can't fault them too much.
After all this there was still time for me to try some real German food back at my local. This was spaetzle, apparently potatoes chopped into pieces - there must be a more accurate description, then they are cooked some how and topped with some cheesy sauce. Rather rich, too much for one person. But edible.