| Thursday, July 26, 2007 |
| I'm baa-aaaaack |
Greetings anyone left out there in the blogging world who recalls that yes, this once was an operating, hopefully slightly intestering but at the very least a distraction more interesting than working, blog. I, Cecilia, am returned from the land of leprechauns and cider with blackcurrent syrup, more walls than Berlin ever had that are still being expanded to this very day but with lovely locals, grumpy public transport operators and damn rude sales assistants but fantastic history, lake monsters and steep hills, where the most beautiful people in the world ride bicycles (in suits and/or high heels), arrogant locals and muggings but things you just have to see, best street performers anywhere, where they turn the waterfalls off for the night (no, not really, but some of the girls on my tour believed that when the tour leader told them that) and sheep have bells, gelati is available in the flavours of 'ferrerro rochare' and 'bounty' and you can see an entire city that was preserved under ash for thousands of years, extensive cave systems and the largest percentage of forested land for any country, beautiful clear water that's damn hard to swim in due to awful rocky 'beaches' covered in sea urchins, underground absinthe bars filled with an American college football team, a place of beautiful mountains where I went paragliding (and there was nothing else to do as it was a public holiday), where 'The Hoff' is an icon and parts of the wall still stand, there are shops selling magic mushroom and shops selling pot and my tour of all girls with one boy drank the cruiseboat dry of beer and they had to stop and pick up another barrel, a place with a very troubled history but a beautiful city, somewhere where our tour bus was 'fined' within metres of getting over the border and 'fined' again later on and where there aren't quite as many multicoloured onion-domed churches as travel shows would have you believe, a place that's damn similar in title to the last but a different colour, and somewhere with the best damn potato dish in the Europe.
Good luck to anyone who can actually work out where the hell I've been! I've probably forgotten countries too. |
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