Trip Start Jan 31, 2010
141Trip End Jul 21, 2010
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Eventually we are tourists, eventually. Before that we have ourselves a little crafternoon (mid morning to afternoon I guess) where I rediscover the art of the heat beads. I haven’t used these things since high school, wicked pieces of plastic that are made to be melted together in crazy patterns. I think the water version contained ecstasy or something and someone got in trouble, I remember getting one of these older ones stuck up my nose and it had no real effect aside from a blocked nose. Oh well. Instead of involving my nose in an accident this time I have a go a melting the whole piece to the kitchen bench. Nadine is without an iron in this house, so I reckon I can totally MacGuyver the thing with a frying pan, possibly still warm from our brunch. First attempts are a little flat, so I heat it up more and press down for all it’s worth, believing the pressure will push the pieces out into on another. And they do, gluing themselves to the red circle template and the paper in the process. Shit…. I peel the shapes off and they work in their own demented way.
So the train to the beach leaves at rather regular intervals, regular enough for us to just miss it and wait at the station, taking in the surrounding conversation of people who can’t wait to get absolutely trashed tonight, tomorrow and on the weekend. Hooray for hooligans.
It’s cold beach weather when we arrive, but in a nice way. The sky is ever changing from grey to blue to white to grey again, and we make our way along the coastline to the beach, opting for the direction of the lighthouse instead. The beach, known to you and me and tourism in general as Warnemunde, has two light houses, one either side of the opening to the cove
The idea was to drink a lovely cocktail known as watermelon man in the local tourist villa bar thing, in memory of the red circle I successfully destroyed. But sadly this is not meant to be, according to the bar tender the drink in question does not exist. So it’s Mai Tai’s with a hell of a lot of imagination out in the said beer garden of faux Hawaiian beach tropical bar. Once again, Warnemunde, thy name be tourism.
We’re talking about Stupwitz, and how it keeps traveling and sticking to the larger cities through originally coming from Rostock, when who should show up but Casper and Claudia
After the Mai Tai's we start to head for home, Casper picking up a terribly tacky postcard on the way. Apparently every town he visits he sends one to his Grandmother - the message is brief, but the image is a tacky as possible.
We hope to meet up later –it’s a coin toss to whether it’s Casper or Andrais working tonight, so one girl will be without her man. Dinner at home is wicked eggplant glory with possibly too much chili for once. I got a bit excited and used the whole one when usually only half will be fine. But the first night Nadine mentioned a love of hot food, and when I said I could cook if she wants I put two and two together.
As we go Hannan arrives, having shared dinner and wine with her boyfriend’s grandmother. It’s very strange to eat with someone in the room that has decided not to join you. It makes me eat faster – Nadine doesn’t seem to be bothered by it but I find myself done with the meal fathoms ahead
Casper and Claudia show up with cheap wine and bits – it seems Andrais drew the short straw. From his backpack Casper reveals just a small sample of his single collection – a good thirty EPs. Nadine already has Madonna on, but it took me a few seconds to work out who it was. The record player only has one speed – not the required one for the LP - so there is a certain chipmunk quality to it. Part of me likes it more, and it helps pick out which songs could be covered by a punk band.
Soon Casper has taken over the role of DJ, spinning all your favourite tracks you never knew existed. In no particular order
- The Skateboard Song
- Mili Vanilli
- Safety Dance
- Pogo Pogo
- Alvin Pretend
Talking with Claudia about traveling, I mention I’m still to find a good book to read, having finished the others over a month ago
It’s around midnight and Casper and Claudia want to call it a night, as Casper and the ship will be leaving on Monday. The rest of us head out to the local, which is about five metres down the road where we find Andrais having snuck away from work early, much to Connie’s enjoyment. It’s a very low key pub with the locals including a champion boxer and a collection of wharf workers – the kind where if a fight did break out it would be between a local and tourist and someone may die. I am the only tourist in this bar. It turns out Andrais is from Switzerland and gives me a few tips on places to go, speaking highly of the forests and mountains. Switzerland is going to be wicked. Svenston, another said local who looks like he could break your neck but turns out to be a cuddly teddy bear of a man, begins to list all the festivals I should go to while I’m here. There is one in North Germany in June and he reckons he can get me a ticket. As excited as I am about the prospect, I hear him make the same promise to countless other people, so don’t follow it up. Festivals in Europe are mean to be insane though, so it would be worth seeing one at least. Hannan gets back from the phone with her boyfriend again, and we get talking about distance.
Home later and we’re eating some crazy soup made from asparagus (called Spargil i think in German) listening to cassettes till the sun comes up. I try to get a few hours on my rapidly deflating air mattress, thinking more about distance. I don’t think I want to do this for a whole year.