Day 12
So the day has come to go on our first weekend trip to a foreign country: Holland.
But first we had to buy some provisions and a tent.
After picking up a case of Astra, Northern Germany's most "Alternative" beer,
and some unisex (socks) for the road,
we made some dreams come true.
Well, mostly for Ben. Driving on the Autobahn while listening to Autobahn.
We were all stoked and when nothing could go wrong...
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Oh well, let's make the best of it.
Trevor winks and in his experience a flat is always a good omen.
Went back to Kai and Corinna's little inner city garden place in Flensburg
(which is still a cultural difference which needs much more explaining).
We were warmly welcomed though, some more than others.
Rouven ended being King for the night since he flipped the most FlenPi points.
Then the arm wrestling began.
Camaraderie was instantly abandoned.
Just kidding, the brethren of men is still alive and virile.
Let's go out.
But first we had to find Daniel (Don Juan) who was busy at work at a local prom
(see day 5, it's totally legit).
Somebody wanted me to commemorate the evening.
Hope you have a great prom night night young German couple, wherever/whoever you are.
Once Daniel joined the ranks, old portraits of Scottish children came to mind.
Their exponential excitement did almost get them in a bit of trouble as they thought bowling beer bottles down little cobble stone hallways next to a cop was the most logical thing to do at the time. But they did it with smiles on their faces, and those things go a long way.
:)
LET"S GO DANCING!
Welcome to VOLKSBAD!
Lennard: "Haha, they have no context"
That handsome man overseeing the festivities over there is none other than Kai,
the man who took us home, made us breakfast and played surf videos all day.
But that's far away.
Weeeeee!
Apparently that girl said she was form Victoria, but we didn't believe her.
Hat swapping ensued.
"Who wants a picture with a Canoedian"
We had to start refusing candidates.
So we ran away.
Luckily Volksbad was right in front of the Harbour.
More to come on face details.
"Hey, I have an idea, let's go back to the bar."
"Nooo, I can't believe they're not letting us in."
Trevor was skeptical.
Lennard was nude.
Oh well, back for a bit of dancing (featuring clothes).
Slow trek home gilded by rays.
Final stretch.
This is where we hung out at some random's house for a bit, but little did we know,
Kai lived right across the street.
Just had time for a little brotherly love,
and some good ol' fashioned shut eye.
In a strangers bed no less.
Thank you lady.
Groggy as Flensburg.
Next stop, Hofest and Vitamin A
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