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If anyone was wondering why there is a photo of the Blue Mosque displayed with the blog post, its because I havent taken any photos recently and I think its a pretty mean as Mosque so just sharing that with you guys :)
This week has been busy, as always, but otherwise I guess it was a week like any other. I shall, however, proceed to grace the many faithful readers of this MIGHTY blog with the MIGHTY words of the MIGHTY Nicolas Theis (That is for you Joel "Nick you are not mighty" Linscott). So wednesday ended a lesson early for me, and as is expected I was stoked. I headed into town immediately and spent 8 minutes loitering in various shops until the #1 tram arrived in all its glory, glistening in the after-morning sun and bearing the characters: 1 D U R L A C H upon its metallic yellow brow.
Once I had arrived home I proceeded to prepare myself for what is now the routine run: up a treacherously slippery and steep set of million trillion year old steps leading up to the castle which is perched atop "Turmberg". This was made all the more difficult when I realized that there was infact a special tram line (which I could travel free of charge), majestically gliding up the hill beside me. However I persevered, and managed to pass the 82 year old man who had a 3 minute lead on me just before I reached the top. Triumphantly, I decided that this was the way that I would run in the future as I gazed upon a panoramic view of the city of Karlsruhe and township of Durlach. I enjoyed the brief moments of sun that shone through the trees as I decended the hill and returned home feeling reinvigorated with a lack of remaining energy and the stitch from drinking too much sparkling water before I left.
So this has become my regular route, three times a week without fail. On Thursday I had my routine Big Band Jazz rehearsal at school and I enjoyed a somewhat more successful innnings in the guitar section, proving that I can play fast-changing chord sequences in the end! Feeling morally boosted I then returned home and enjoyed the typical scrumptious evening meal. Friday was fantastic. I had another day off as the Biology class was sitting a test, the like of which would whimper and scurry away at the sight of the very man who achieved a 6 in HL Biology last year. So I spared the poor test's life and slept in. Until 11. Which was fantastic. Mmmmmmeeeeeoooowwwww.
And so the three day weekend arrived in all of its splendour, and this weekend I stayed in Durlach. I enjoyed a breif skype with my main man Pearsy back in Dunedin late on friday night, and was kindly informed of all of the crazy things that have been going on now that University times have come around. I then slept in on Saturday and had a rather fantastic brunch/lunch at around 1pm. That afternoon, Moritz and I had the epic task of transferring a wooden antique bed out of a friends house so that we could commandeer it for the spare room in Durlach. So we set out to the middle of Karlsruhe and discovered - to our delight - that we had to first transfer this Narnian looking hunk of oak out a window onto a balcony, then down onto the roof of a garage, followed by a short drop into the neighbours garden. As simple as it sounds, it was NOT. With the flair an delicacy that only truly talented bed-movers can achieve, we managed to transport the ancient sleeping device into the back of a rental truck, and headed home.
One might assume that this was as far as the complications got. But no. OH no. At 3 pm, as we were travelling home, I recieved a call from a friend of mine from Helmholtz Gymnasium who is in a younger year than I, asking me if I wanted to join him and a friend busking at 4 pm later that day. Naturally, I chose to accept the challenge of playing in a street which I had never been on before, with I guitar I had never busked with, in a foreign language, without any prior practice, and a belt for a guitar strap. But only after a seriously difficult expedition up three flights of stairs with a bed that (as it turns out) had some wooden drawers in the bottom which we had previously failed to see and decided to cause problems at the ideal moment. But by about 3:45 we had achieved the impossible. The bed was situated in a prime location and my guitar was strapped (or should I say belted), packed, and ready to go. I met my mate Ollie at the tram station and headed into town with him, where we met his friend Lukas (who has a real nice voice). We then hit up a small place called Ludwigsplatz which, as it turns out, has a massive amount of people travelling through it, despite being relatively cozy. We busked for 2 hours, and in the last 30 mins it was dark, which made everything all the more fun. We earned the princely sum of 75 euro (I must say I was expecting closer to 30), and divided it three ways, giving us 25 euro each. I returned home triumphantly to a tasty pizza dinner and a houseful of 14 year old boys who had been invited to Anton's movie night. Moritz and I then headed into town for a brief time and hung out with a couple of mates in a cute wee bar down a side street - not far from where we were busking earlier that day!
Sunday was another sleep in and a beautiful bacon and eggs breakfast with bread buns fresh out of the oven. In good spirits I headed back upstairs and watched some Rob Bell videos and had a wee read of the old bible - my sunday sustenance! The next task on hand was the editing of the video extracts I had recorded on Monday that week. This took about 3 hours of painstaking FUN. I really enjoyed it, despite it being somewhat amateur and rather wobbly footage. The final product can be seen here:
http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=1693938468061&comments¬if_t=like
I then enjoyed a fantastic sunday meal cooked by my LEGENDARY host mum, and introduced Moritz to the joys of the movie Zombieland!
Today was a typical schoolday with a small difference - I had an appointment with the Einwohnermelderamt (foreigners office), to process my visa. After about 20 minutes in a room with a very helpful official I managed to earn myself the honour of staying here in Germany for the rest of the year. Thats right. I AM NO LONGER AN ILLEGAL IMMIGRANT.
Here ends todays blog.
Lots of love (LOL)
Now-German Nick
- comments
Auntie Jennie :)
Joel That vid is mighty... But I'm still not convinced that you are.
James Dude, you have to be able to speak German before you can be German
Kathleen. 14 year olds?! HOOK ME UP.