Archive for December 8th, 2007

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Update time!

December 8, 2007

I was a bit busy the last few months….

Busy with getting used to Germany again. To Family, friends, language and culture (and don’t forget the weather ๐Ÿ˜‰ ).
Busy with getting organisied to move to Karlsruhe for uni. Search a room, move all my stuff etc…
And now as I (finally) started uni I’m even too busy to clean up my room. (ok…as If I would do it if I had the time… but thats not the point *g*).

To tell a bit about the last….almost three month. Damn, time flies….

Ariving back in Germany

As I said I flew off from Singapore on the 11th or 12th (of September) with a short stop in Dubai back to Frankfurt/ Germany.
The feelings you have if you’re coming back home after a 8 months period are weird. On my flight to Melbourne in January I enjoyed the flight so much. Watching movies, drinking beer and wine 8-), playing games or just listen to arabic music (sounds very funny for germans ๐Ÿ˜€ ) on the Emirates radio. That was basically the last “normal” step before arriving in Australia. Still Germans on the plane, a neutral culture (I think the circumstances in planes are the same all over the world ๐Ÿ™‚ ). So of course I was kind of nervious but still soooo excited.
It was different on the flight back. I was bored from the movies, annoyed that I had nobody to talk to (right now I dont even remember who I was sitting next to… or IF I was even sitting next to somebody) and incredible sad that I had to leave Australia/Singapore and “close” such an awesome time that, after my impression, changed me so much.

Back to topic…. the flight was pretty boring. (Maybe it’s the beer that I can’t remember anything from it….:P )

I had just a few hours stopover in Dubai.

Stopover in Dubai
The airport in Dubai is just classic. Its just like a long “street” about 1-2 km. On the left and right you find the gates and between that you have sleeping people. Everywhere sleeping people. Most of them look arabic or indian.

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Emirates fleet ๐Ÿ™‚

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Take of from “Tatoin” (Episode I ๐Ÿ˜‰ )

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^^ Don’t cross the border!

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Landing in Frankfurt….
The street with the curves is not the runway but the A5 (Autobahn 5). Its fun when you’re driving there at night. You see at least 15 planes above you with a few km gap between each other. Good atraction if you’re bored from driving ๐Ÿ˜‰

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Entering the European Union… woooooooh ^^

The first german person I met back on german “ground” was a “nice” lady from customs (or something else) that wanted all the people form my plane to show her their passport for whatever reason. (As if they dont have one….). What was long befor we entered the EU and actually had to show our passports. She was standing right in front of the gateway and annoyed all the people coming out of the plane after an 8 hours flight….
It sounded like: “He you! Stop! Sho mi yur passport. Stop!! Yu have tu sho me yur passport!”, and I would have gone directly back on the plane… ๐Ÿ™‚

Anyway…
With my plane ticket I had a train ticket for one day in whole Germany included (ICE of course ๐Ÿ˜‰ ) so I didnt expect anyone to pick me up at the airport. But when I left the baggage claim area I saw my Dad. He left work early, took a train to Frankfurt 2-3 hours) and was waiting since half an hour or even more for me in front of the baggage claim (my plane decided to park on the complete other side of the airport….and the airport is big!).
I was complete speachless when I saw him. It’s not that I havent had contact with him over the last month or havent seen him (thanks to skype) but still…
We hugged each other and both almost cried – one of the most beatiful moments in my life so far…..


Me speachless and happy

We had 3 really cool hours in the train back to Nuremberg.

in the ICE

From there he drove back to work and I took a train to Erlangen where my mum and brother were waiting for me. They didnt know anything about the surprise either.

My Mum was crying when she saw me. And I was just happy. Happy that it’s so cool to come back and to see how much some poeple are caring about you.

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Mum and Flo (my little big brother ๐Ÿ˜‰ – why “little big”? See the next picture ๐Ÿ˜‰ )

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“Wroamm Wroamm”

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On the “right” side of the street again ๐Ÿ™‚
Back home everybody was already informed about my arrival. Some of the neighbours didnt even notice that I was away ๐Ÿ˜‰

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My parents bought an australian flag that is now hanging in my room ๐Ÿ™‚

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When I saw our cat I was like: “Heeeey Sheela!” and she looked at me for probably a nanosecond and just passed me with a small “miau – I’m hungry!”

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slope… ๐Ÿ™‚

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Chocolate (in my Essendon stubby holder) and cake ๐Ÿ˜€

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I joined the Australian Navy…. ๐Ÿ˜€

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Souvenirs from Singapore

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Matt in Carmo-outfit on our TV (showing pictures ๐Ÿ˜€ )

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Then I got totally flashed.
A few friends surprised me coming over with a crate of good bavarian beer, Bretzels and…. white sausages of course ๐Ÿ˜€
It was so nice just sitting around, talking, drinking, eating ๐Ÿ˜€
Unfortunately everybody had school or work the next day and nobody was able to stay for long but I was just happy to see them all.

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Paddy, Aegi and Bine

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Shame about me…. I tried to fill a glass and failed completely. (You’re not supposed to have THAT much froth ๐Ÿ˜€ )

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But at least I’m not the only one ๐Ÿ˜‰ – Aegi

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Steffi and Matze

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My Dad made his word’s best tuna pizza. Hm…. I would die for it ๐Ÿ˜€ or come back from Australia or something… ๐Ÿ˜‰
In the end it was a long and awesome day. All the flying, arriving, get surprised, sitting in the train, coming home, telling storries, get surprised again, eating, talking, having fun…..an awesome day!

Back home

Just a few pictures ๐Ÿ™‚

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Good german food ๐Ÿ˜‰

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And good german people

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“Wroam Wroam” ๐Ÿ™‚ An awesome toy!

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Our neighbour is always spying us

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Sheeila

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The “Say Goodbye”-note from January 07

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On a vineyard collecting grapes (near my hometown)

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It’s hard work…but its fun!

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Karlsruhe

I drove to Karlsruhe to look for a new plave to stay. At the start of the uni term its really hard to find a place because everybody is looking for something.

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Of course not everything went well.
I forgot my wallet at home. 300 km away. And all I had left was a car with a quarter tank of fuel and this:
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๐Ÿ˜€

But luckily Karlsruhe is a cheap city.
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I could have bought AT LEAST 2 pair of socks ๐Ÿ™‚

Luckily my dad managed to convince a collegue of his in Karlsruhe to lend me money. ๐Ÿ˜‰ Lucky me….

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The castle

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The pedestrian zone

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New tram

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Old tram

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Dangerous tram (you should NOT walk in front of this one)

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Against the “Big-brother-politics”

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The park behind the castle

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On the autobahn

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^^ “Elite” – Audimax at Uni

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Forest Gump

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I love this spray-art

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I visited Stefan in Stuttgart for one day and spent a night at his place (remember…. no money ^^). He’s working for Porsche in Stuttgart and lives in a “student-house”

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Another awesome toy ๐Ÿ˜€

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Chri

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I like this picture… – my new room in Karlsruhe.

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I’m not sure if he’s thinking or crying ๐Ÿ™‚ – at the campus

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Our cat catching my mouse ^^

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Chri and his Mum cutting cake with Thessa’s student card.

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Traffic jam on the way to Karlsruhe (again! ๐Ÿ˜€ )

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Thessa and Chri’s mum

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Packed car

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I needed to annoy SOMEONE – sorry chri ๐Ÿ˜€

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I took at least 10 pictures in a row and that’s the only one where both of them (almost) open their eyes ๐Ÿ˜€

So far so good ๐Ÿ˜€
More is coming soon-ish
Ben

It’s only been a week,
The rush of being home in rapid fading.
Prevailing to recall
What I was missing, all that time… (Rรถyskopp – Remind me)