Monday, May 24, 2010

Burning In Upper Side Of Foot

Kilkenny

Once again I used the weekend to travel around in Ireland and to explore the Emerald Isle. My goal this time was Kilkenny, a small town in the southeast of Ireland with about 8,000 inhabitants. I wanted to see for a change, a somewhat smaller city, and breathe some fresh country air and that's what I did. Just the nearly three-hour bus journey from Ireland showed its best side, because the bus takes a route through all the small towns in Ireland, where only the idea of tourism exists. In addition, there were the Weekend of 23 ° (which feel somehow as 28 in Ireland has so ...), you for a change, like looking out the window.

I placed two days in Kilkenny's probably the only hostel and told me the room with a group of German (yes, yes, I know) and to study French Erasmus students, the law school in Cork. Speaking of Cork, on my first day I met a group of girls with whom I've talked a little and they said I had a bit of a Dublin accent. Today I learned that this compliment from someone from Cork sometimes can be so flattering to get as attested by a Frankfurt an Offenbach dialect. But better Dublin accent as a German accent ("Should that would sink for ju ling scientific German Rail.").
was much more interesting, the fact that these girls were on their way to celebrate a so-called "Stag Night", a hen night. This is the night before the wedding and it involves embarrassing and uniform headgear, pubs and too much alcohol. Kilkenny, so I know even with Galway a home for such celebrations. Why, I can not say, because the pubs are to be honest little better than in other cities. It probably has to do simply with the fact that the risk of encountering familiar faces, is less ist.Es perhaps not quite so embarrassing.

The city itself had me in the first five minutes convincing. The castle as a central park, can walk you through the forms, please contact a personal highlight. But the people are of a different nature. So I was sitting on an evening out at a restaurant and second that passed, had a "What's the craic?" (Has nothing to do with drugs, rather "how to's") or "How are you?" . Hear It was a very different, very much more personal atmosphere and the first time I've experienced to this extent.










evening I was with two girls from Israel, I had met at the hostel. Shay and Michal. It was interesting to hear them talk about their culture, Israel is a very interesting country in appearance. In any case it has slipped on my list of countries to be visited up. Sunday I went to after a long weekend at home. Unfortunately, I was sitting in the bus for three hours in the sun, so I had a slight sunstroke slept (in Ireland!) And first two hours when I got home. Overall have a very, very nice weekend.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Help My Lcd Television Keeps Turning Itself On

Karlsruhe in Dublin


Representative Karlsruhe for my father visited me at the weekend, after I had another stress-free week at work. We have omitted most of the tours (the fourth time I had not survived the most ...) and moved through Dublin with sometimes beautiful, sometimes rainy May weather in the back.

I now have the official gourmet confirmation that at Jo Burger in Rathmines, Ireland is the best burger and that Jameson is not so bad taste.

We have then, because I thought we should have seen something of the green of the Emerald Isle when you are here, made the tour of the Wicklow Mountains. We again had the same guide, I had him the last time and he really has the same jokes again brought, but if you drive every day the same tour can be heard at some point probably even to vary on.

There are now no longer quite four weeks until I get out of here and am slowly beginning my mind to work, I do everything do when I'm back home and the list is long, but at some point probably pass out quiet time what in the end I'm not unhappy because I am happy to finally have a real job and no longer has to spend eight hours in front of a screen.

Monday, May 10, 2010

Soaking Porridge Oats

be outside grilling ...

After this weekend I've decided not to travel because the farewell party a colleague came up and I needed a quiet weekend times anyway, we decided, my roommates and I unceremoniously to organize a new German-BBQ. We had invited a few people, a small group - and most of our guests were Irish! We had (filled aluminum shell with charcoal and lighter) a couple of one-Grille and bought a lot of grilled meats and of course it was my old German duty and honor to turn everything that landed on the grill. And this had to happen quickly, without adjusting the level it is extremely difficult to serve all the chicken without black crust ...

There was then acrylamide-Wings for all ... Eating with the amounts of chips, its people, but only a drop in the ocean.

Friday and Saturday consisted of a farewell party marathon. I originally wanted Friday with a pint, I'm only after one home. Saturday I had left the farewell party, as it was light out again - in my defense: It is in Ireland earlier hell! I was on the way home, then an interesting conversation with my taxi driver who has talked to me about capitalist and communist structures in Germany ... At half past six in Ireland ... It is interesting to attempt to cross himself taxi driver secretly, if you drive to a church.

It's also funny to watch as many, especially young Irishman, think about their own country. Iren reflect more on how they are because they meet more people from abroad and are confronted more often with their own stereotypes as the deck chair-with-the-towel-reservation-German. Coupled with the Irishmen's pessimism can sometimes be self-deprecating in a sympathetic manner. Irishmen are fortunately often more open than the Germans would otherwise come across as a bit rude.

So, enough talk, here for all who are not interested in a few pictures of our Barbecue:





Irishman! Ben, Kathy, Ciara, Aoife (pronounced Eva)


My specialty: acrylamide-Wings from the aluminum grill

Saturday, May 8, 2010

Shiva Lingafemalemale

On Monday ...

My weekend consists of two farewell celebration of a colleague at work yesterday and today, and a barbecue with my housemates tomorrow. I'll cheer until Monday with an update here so I can show you some pictures from our barbeque.

In this sense the first time a nice rest weekend and a nice start to the week!

Monday, May 3, 2010

Vein In Beef Striploin

"Penguins and Cats"

time again tilting at the song a song for the title of my blog. This time Katie Melua is it with "Belfast". I'm not usually a fan of the links, but the song is really worth listening to. You find it here:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LcRytwTjLtg

One suspects already now that I've spent this weekend in the city of the conflict. Last time I talked about a city that is not what they might imagine. It is in fact so that the main road, botanical garden, university and the city a total recall not a city where more than 3,500 people a religious and territorial conflict have fallen to the victims. But once you go off the tourist paths marked out, looks at the Peace Wall (Or Irish Berlin Wall, as it is called by locals) and the area closer to, so a lot will become clearer. Police cars equipped with bomb protection, roads equal more empty than in other cities to paint the telltale tattoos not on the forearms of the population and not least the friendly but firm advice of the police to the funeral march for the victims of the hunger strike of imprisoned IRA attend too close then a somewhat clearer picture of the city, the conflicts still smolder always in the background.

Ulster Museum


The Europe Hotel is a victim of the most bomb attacks




funeral march for the starving in prison hunger strikes of IRA


Belfast is known for the murals on the walls of houses of Protestants and Catholics . That is clearly a Protestant and Unionist.










Nevertheless, I had a beautiful Time. This was perhaps because in the time when I visited the city the "Fool's Festival" (in German: hard fools) access was in the mashing up of several jugglers, comedians and artists to town. The receptionists at the hostel were of course German and guests mostly Canadian descent. Nothing new in that regard.

The hostel was located in a nice area and easy to reach, but my bed was a bit strange, it was not really on the ground, not really in the air (about 40 cm felt about me was another bed, the rust is durchbog when my Zimmergenoose was in it - so I'm not claustrophobic, but ....). Well, I had a pleasant weekend.

Oh, and I saw Iron Man on Friday 2nd I envy anyone who has to look at him in German. An appeal to German sales companies: Listening to synchronize films used subtitle! There is a reason that the Dutch speak better English than we do.