immigrant song times
03.10.2011 - 04.10.2011
First off: Toulous and KB’s: SO AWESOME. It was beyond fabulous to get to stay on her couch drinking wine and cracking up at our usual yogurt and quality internet literature pursuits.
I am crazy jealous of her rn, off in the sunshine getting paid (did I mention she gets paid!!) for helping with English classes, living in a super-deluxe apartment with a freezer and microwave and TV and internet with someone who she likes, who likes her, and who speaks English haha COME VISIT ME WOMAN
So update times! Back on October 3:
Wombats Hostel Berlin: yes! I am recommending it to you! And to everyone ever! The front desk girl was pretty bitchy, but then SEVEN FLOORS with a bar and a restaurant for 25 Euro a night… Also, the greatest showers OF.MY.LIFE.
I shared a room with two Australian sisters who were pretty rad and very friendly, you get a free beer or wine on the rooftop bar, there’s free wifi and bedding, and the bunks have a plugin, a shelf, a light, and a locked locker for your stuff. Goodbye I am moving in forever.
Anyway, the bus ride from Toulouse to Berlin. Would you like to know how far that is? It is 893 miles. It is 30 hours by bus. YEP.
I actually don’t particularly want to revisit it ever again in my life – I was actually physically sore, and mentally totally drained, and I was on the bus from 2pm on Sunday to 7pm on Monday…29 hours. Oh my freaking god, you cannot even imaaagine the psychosis I had to recover from. It was like passage on the Titanic or going to the New World or circle the wagons Manifest Destiny or immigrating across the sea where is Ellis Island IT WAS CRAZY OKAY. I slept maybe two hours tops, and we made ONE stop for food in that whole time and it was at 4:30am, and then at 7am as the red sun rose we were pulled over by the German police who hated on me for not having my passport stamped when I entered Germany (of course I had got on the bus IN FRANCE and had no idea we were even IN GERMANY wtf) and then from Hannover on I was LITERALLY THE ONLY PASSENGER ON THE BUS with three drivers who were broadcasting 80s music videos nonstop at top volume on the bus’ TVs and just w o w
Everyone I told was like You did WHAT?! And Haha I saved 200 Euro which is great, and it was okay being THE SOLE PASSENGER ON THE BUS because one driver spoke Spanish and one spoke German and they were super enthused to help me get to my hostel and gave me a water bottle since I had looooong since drank all of mine but it would be worth gainful employment just to not do that odyssey again.
But Berlin! Hallo Guten Tag Hallo you lovely demented poured-concrete graffiti-covered scarred messed-up awesome city you!