Friends for New Years Eve!We hope you had a rocking Christmas and New Year's Eve xx
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Old by name, old by nature.
Caddilac lines and pimped red inside,
Front-wheel-drive for grip in the snow,
It goes pretty rad, with few limitations.
Drop by and admire, our new Oldsmobile.
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Then we went up to Oban and checked out the castle (I was just excited to show you all our castle!) anyway up there there was an awesome little museum that when I inquired about the McDougall's and mentioned that I was one of them, he replied "Well you're in McDougall country now!", felt nice to be one of the Clan!
So roughly the story goes that we were really strong and awesome and had heaps of power in the highlands, then Robert the Bruce wanted to unite Scotland and we fought him off our land because of our alliances. But he came back with the Campbells and they kicked our ass (but we definitely fought them all the way!) and then all our castles were turned over to the Campbells, thus I shall never talk to a Campbell again. But in the course of things a legend has developed about the Brooch of Lorn that belonged to Robert the Bruce that was "won" by the McDougalls... it's a long story, you should get up to Oban!
We ate Haggis and it was delicious, the first place boasts the best in Glasgow and the next one we ate was deep fried...
...mmmmmm deep friedWe couldn't not go to Scotland and not check our Nessie at Loch Ness, and after that found a cool bar and saw some local music (felt like I was back in Melbs). We then went down to Edinburgh to check out the other city of Scotland, saw the castle
But the main reason we were there was to catch up with my host town of Logstor and my host families that I hadn't seen since 2000. Logstor is a beautiful little coastal town at the top of Denmark, it was a great place to spend a year. I was a little nervous about going back, I have to admit, but I was really excited about Jeremy getting the chance to meet my host families and see my town (I know, I know I have talked about it soooo much in the last 8 years!)
We were absolutely treated by my wonderful families! But especially by Herbert and Kirsten who looked after us all week, (we did get roped into doing a talk about Australia to the kiddies at the local school, but I think they totally dug it). It was so nice to see Pam and Thomas again, and to hear what Mognes, Bente, Mette and Lars were up to. Boy has everyone grown! and I can't believe that the first thing they all tell Jeremy is how I was always hungry and horrible at maths! Herbert of course cannot forget how messy Fi and I were when she stayed with us for a month, he still can't believe that we couldn't open the door to our room...
We had a lovely dinner at the Stausholm's, Lars and Gunhild put on the most amazing dinner and Katherina came all the way home from the city to be there with us.
It was a short but sweet trip and next time I wont be so nervous about going back!
Next stop... Scotland and the McDougall Clan...
Sunday, October 19, 2008
We were supposed to camp for the few days, but it was raining on our arrival in Munich and, well, it was just the excuse we needed to upgrade to a backpackers, albeit at a vastly inflated price.
So after throwing off the shackles of our burgeoning backpacks we hotfooted it down the the festival, and my god, what a festival it was. Within 30 seconds of walking in the gates, we ran into my old housemate from the 'Rat, Ria Coffee, who was there with a tour group. Pretty amazing coincidence, so to celebrate we all enjoyed a few steins, heartily delivered by a buxom beer wench. I also ran into an old school mate, James Coatsworth, had a beer with him. Good times.
We were joined at the festival by a likely crowd of travellers, in Emily and Hagen and Ray and Kerry, which made the beer swilling all the more enjoyable. The food was extraordinary too, with pig on the bone, roast chicken better than any I've ever tasted and, wait for it, radishes- by the bunch. I must say that Europeans seem to care little for the smell of theirs or their countrymen's breath, but hell, for three days neither did I.
So these shenanigans rolled on, before it was time to drag our hungover corpses to the train station for a 14 hour ride to Copenhagen. With dread in our hearts at the prospect of sitting amongst 50 odd other hungover, bad-breathed former Oktoberfesters, we found our seats (we were too tight to pay for a private double berth). Anyway, we find ourselves sitting in a six berth cabing, and nobody else got on for the whole time. So we took the chance to catch up on some Zs, finish my book on the Irish revolution, and relax before we returned to Jess' teen host town in Denmark.