Boo hoo hoo!

Me and Jo just went 'climbing' at the local gym here in Karlsruhe in Germany.

It was sadder than watching bambi.

We were awful.

I was worse.

Oh, it was pitiful.

Just pitiful.

Arms like jelly on a belly wobble machine

Legs like we were using a sewing machine

Waaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!

So unfit

So sad

But it has made me want to get fit again

Bye bye unhealthy

Hello fruit and vege

And the occassional beer...

More deutcsh

We were taken to a movie by Michael last night. American Gangster. Im Deutcsh (In German). Thankfully it was a brilliant choice, all action, little actual talking of importance and I'd say I got about 95% of it. Just the jokes are what I missed.

Then with my eyes already drooping worsed than a granny's underarms, I suddenly found myself in a bar. Why was I surprised? We were at the movies with a German after all! So far we've tried about 5 different beers and that's maybe about a cm worth of a tip of the proverbial iceberg. If I had a different beer and sausage with every meal, I think I'd get one village worth out of the way. Maybe.

And going out is twice as fun for me as people try and talk to me (like sell things in shops or offer their help etc) and it just cracks me up cause I have no idea what they're saying. It does surprise me though how many speak english.

Living it up, Deutcshland style

Bretzels for breakfast. Sausage for lunch. Cold dinner before bed. Ah, what a life.

Bretzels really are to die for. Soooooo good! Like sooooo good! I could eat them all day alone. With butter they rival most foods known to man.

Yesterday I had a bratwurst sausage for lunch and that was Be-You-Tee-Full too! Mine was a red one, Jo' a white one and there are literally dozens more to try. They're huge too. Like a foot long a least for the smallest I saw. Today will be a currywurst though. Same I think but with chilly powder ingrained. So not really the same at all (o:

Mmmm. I'm not going to list all the meals we've had but take it for granted they are delish and delish and delish. And meat is topping the diet again which, for a while at least, is a nice change after almost 2 months of being a vege.

And going out at night here is just like being in a movie. It is all christmas styles here at the moment with lights and trees everywhere, people skating in the park, hot mulled wine on offer all over the streets (we got ours for free) with crowds dozens thick encircling them and everyone is happy and clean! What a change to see people with make up and styled hair and nice clothes again. We're still our usual messy, hairy selves but it is nice to see others putting in a little effort, hahah.

Oh, susie and katrin are home so it's time to go and try the pavalova me and Jo prepared for lunch... (turned out great!)

Jo's familie

Just like being back home right now. Seriously.

We are staying with Jo's uncle Michael and aunty Susie and his two younger cousins; 11 yr old Chris(tian) and 4 yr old Katrin.

Super nice people. And after India it is crazily good again.

Everything is.

I don't know what is nicer. Sitting down to go to the toilet, having a shower when I'm already cleaner than I have been in months, knowing I can eat whatever, whenever without worrying about getting sick, drinking tap water again, sleeping on an actual mattress, eating meat, not having to haggle day in and day out or just simply being able to sit and relax.

This is what we needed after India. For sure.

Entering the land of sausages and beer

Flight from Delhi to London - all you can eat gallery of snacks in the back but otherwise pretty uneventful really. 4 movies each. Walked off feeling zombie like with eyes like an Israeli after visiting Goa and bags underneath them that made the customs officials question issuing us with excess luggage charges.

London to Frankfurt - Almost dead now from a lack of sleep. Sentences uncoherent. Mumbles only, leaving both parties confused with half finished sentences and made up words thrown in for good measure. Shot through the airport without hassles. No visas asked for from both sides so all good.

When we thought we were headed for customs we suddenly found ourselves out in the open, in Deutcshland, with bratwurst and currywurst sausage smells affronting our overwhelmed senses and bretzel markets lining both sides of the street. Luckily for us we had Jo's uncle and cousin on hand to whisk us away to the safety of a nearby (1hr) village where we collapsed onto a bed and slept for the next 12 days straight.