Finding My Fix: Chronicles of a Travel Junkie

I’m going to save the little sliver of dignity I have left and post only a sample of Oktoberfest.

At about 10am in the Hofbrau beer tent…

Some time after 10pm back at Camilla’s apartment…

Ok, so the cold is on its way out, no pnemonia, deafness, blindness, brain infections of any sort, although I have gone back to having weird dreams of my grandmothers flying away in planes without me, volcanoes erupting in Fiji, going on a date to see a really bad play and walking out in the middle, etc., Jung would have a field day, but that`s not unusual for me. So anway, travel, right, this is a travel blog…

So I have my health back… I won`t write everything as I ordinarily would do (so Camilla claims), but I will summarize the main highlights thus far…

Oktoberfest: despite warnings from all family members, I managed to get drunker than I ever have before, though not ill. Myself with 5 Danish guys in faux leiderhosen… it was a lot of fun! I did also manage to lose my wallet, passport, a hat and pair of socks. The passport we found in Camilla`s bag, how it got there is a mystery. Luckily I had my ATM card in my pocket instead of my wallet. So yes, bring on the taunting, not like I haven`t already gotten plenty… (Rasmus did put their tram ticket in the microwave and it caught fire, I`ll have you know, so I`m not the only one!)
Although, I did manage to lose quite a few things, some of them odd… I did also manage to obtain quite a few things, most of the odd. A pin as an honorary member of Club NonSoloBirra from Milano. It was a men`s club, its members around the age of 45-50. I spoke broken Italian with them, and they adopted me as one of their own.

I also discovered a king of spades in my pocket, yet another mystery. And other than that, I won`t talk anymore… no need to incriminate myself further. If you want to know more, you`ll have to ask. I may or may not tell, though I probably will.

While I was sitting, drinking in one of the tents at about noon with the guys (I was pretty much the only girl there), a group of American girls walked in, unaccompanied by any men…. they got quite the welcome. Like dogs to meet, all the men in the tent (thousands probably) started howling and clapping. It was Italian weekend, so, true to the stereotype, the men in the tent were really rowdy. I told the girls to run while they still could! They looked rightly confused and nervous.

Prague: I spent three days there, the first day I slept for about 13 hrs, did laundry and otherwise bummed around feeling feverish. In the evening I finally got myself refreshed and headed out with an English girl from my hostel to get dinner. She had quit her job, dumped her boyfriend, sold her house and hit the road for a three month trip, and she was sleeping in the purple room with me.

Next morning she was up and out before I was, so I wandered off on my own. I found my way up to the castle, and took a tour, wandered the gardens and felt a bit lonely in the romantic atmosphere. There were plenty of places perfect for kissing and holding hands.

That evening I went on the ghost tour of Prague. 400kn. The guide told us right off the bat that the stories were all mostly false and the group surpressed laughter as she emphasized the blood on the stone steps in her thick Czech accent. We weren`t spooked and were starting to doubt this woman, that was until a couple of the girls shrieked and I spotted a man in a bloody mask and apron holding a butcher`s knife. From that point on, we were checking every corner and the face of every passersby. They all seemed to be wearing knowing smirks. I`ll have pictures later.

Ok, that`s enough for now… it`s late here… I`m struggling with the keyboard in Zagreb now in case you`re curious.

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