kick nick
... again closer to the last entry: I and an Englishman (Nick said) come from such a degree of folklore is open air and suddenly going from the wild honking Mula Mustafa. First, we think it is probably back any wedding. but after about a hundred cars are passing us, I realize that even a no Bosnians SO can have big family.
I inquire and tataa! Karadzic in Belgrade have been taken. Milosevic was the guy behind one of the biggest war criminals, has disposed of Srebrenica, among other things.
which the Bosnians, the happy course powerful (for Srebrenica is indeed in Bosnia) is clear. So all the people jumping the honk out of a house on the road around, and dancing. the atmosphere is so great, you have to connect the general rejoicing simple. next to me is celebrating a German Bosniaks, which I can not even explain the situation a little more closely. and 100 meters from the endless dancing flame Turks and sing that Belgrade will soon be Turkish. well then.
tja and why the entry is now "kick nick?". because I actually got him kicked out yet. has my verarsche two blond stupid Danes can lie opposite, that I am not a White Russian. what the hell, in the evening everyone had friends more than enough.
The next morning after Jablanica. not without forgetting my library. but that is dependent mwith bosnia. It calls its tributaries. wenns just is not a whole backpack again ...
in Jablanica, we note that there is no lake, and no camping there. silly if you wanted to camp on the lake. but not far is a lake very nice. with bungalows, as we have the ticketverkaeufer insured. and then we are there and are actually in mallorca the balkans. 1000 celebrating youth. acoustic music around the clock. pfanfinder in piece-like training camps. we still remain three days and pick ourselves somehow. happened is really not much, except a spaziergeang around the lake and a night at the bar with some young.
and today we are then eingetrudelt in Mostar. Fortunately for us this evening, nor any party under the bridge and on Sunday, to believe: the bridge jumping competition of the. (Videos on youtube look for commands) which is cool.
to denne
wanted man ne
Friday, July 25, 2008
Monday, July 21, 2008
Can A Person Get Mumps More Than Once
Golden Valley Sarajevo
third time staying here in life!
and still faszienierend, new, strange and exciting.
after we fled from Mitrovica to the bus we end somewhere in montenegro. middle of the night at some intersections, somewhere in nowhere.
in the dark, we traipse through a settlement and set up our modest camp near a heumiete. After several critical look at cloud-covered sky and a Montenegrin beer we sleep half five.
early the next morning we hold the tramperglueck and we are three lifts relatively quickly from the Serbian border.
go oh, really do not know what serbien.ich in this country. somehow all of which have hurt NEN. especially the limiter. because after a brief insight into our passports (the stamp with the Kosovar) starts meanness. out of the car. evil eye. severe finger to point us into a building container. backpacks down. Well then stop and have the usual chicane. everything is turned upside down, each drawn teaches pants pocket, took every piece of garbage more carefully. as also need a tilt selbstgedrehtrer cheroot comes to the fore is complicated. looks like a halt to the joint is, but no. the Serbs do not know what turning tobacco because they have to pay only 50 cents for a pack, the Flip can to make it clear to roll a bead of sweat or other anxiety.
Finally irgendie HERE but anyway and luckily the cops do not discover our Kosovo shirt and the matching belt.
alone our beautiful temple in Kosovo passport very professionally with illegible kuligeschmiere have made invalid bothers me. Kosovo + + does not exist for us so clearly, you stupid nazis, but finally accepted it! serbia is like nokia, every year is a smaller version out. and probably a bit too pretty. I am practicing so in tolerance, but the past and speak more against Serbia.
out of sight of the border we put on ourselves and hitchhike. the type of taking us is really cool, he's nice, funny and very helpful. He steers us to the train station and gives us even more yet to come a little help in things.
when I ask him about his job he says he's at the limit a tax collector working .... exactly what the contrasts are even encounter a constantly and such make travel interesting.
after a little wrangling in which a taxi driver whom we were not for role-playing are we even on the same night in Sarajevo. the only one longing for the city I have concrete. finally here. I like all seems familiar, smooth polished cobbled, the muezzin's call, the smoke that emanates from the ovens of snacks.
the next two days we do not do much except just be here. I read in the park a bit, let myself in the atmosphere, trying to take everything in me, go into the tunnel museum, which documents the cruel war and I feel as always, caught between two worlds.
well, tonight Go out yet, we have picked up a Canadian who wants to have a drink with us. would
So Long
(pics later gives, hab grad bock no upload) or the Land of Mordor
third time staying here in life!
and still faszienierend, new, strange and exciting.
after we fled from Mitrovica to the bus we end somewhere in montenegro. middle of the night at some intersections, somewhere in nowhere.
in the dark, we traipse through a settlement and set up our modest camp near a heumiete. After several critical look at cloud-covered sky and a Montenegrin beer we sleep half five.
early the next morning we hold the tramperglueck and we are three lifts relatively quickly from the Serbian border.
go oh, really do not know what serbien.ich in this country. somehow all of which have hurt NEN. especially the limiter. because after a brief insight into our passports (the stamp with the Kosovar) starts meanness. out of the car. evil eye. severe finger to point us into a building container. backpacks down. Well then stop and have the usual chicane. everything is turned upside down, each drawn teaches pants pocket, took every piece of garbage more carefully. as also need a tilt selbstgedrehtrer cheroot comes to the fore is complicated. looks like a halt to the joint is, but no. the Serbs do not know what turning tobacco because they have to pay only 50 cents for a pack, the Flip can to make it clear to roll a bead of sweat or other anxiety.
Finally irgendie HERE but anyway and luckily the cops do not discover our Kosovo shirt and the matching belt.
alone our beautiful temple in Kosovo passport very professionally with illegible kuligeschmiere have made invalid bothers me. Kosovo + + does not exist for us so clearly, you stupid nazis, but finally accepted it! serbia is like nokia, every year is a smaller version out. and probably a bit too pretty. I am practicing so in tolerance, but the past and speak more against Serbia.
out of sight of the border we put on ourselves and hitchhike. the type of taking us is really cool, he's nice, funny and very helpful. He steers us to the train station and gives us even more yet to come a little help in things.
when I ask him about his job he says he's at the limit a tax collector working .... exactly what the contrasts are even encounter a constantly and such make travel interesting.
after a little wrangling in which a taxi driver whom we were not for role-playing are we even on the same night in Sarajevo. the only one longing for the city I have concrete. finally here. I like all seems familiar, smooth polished cobbled, the muezzin's call, the smoke that emanates from the ovens of snacks.
the next two days we do not do much except just be here. I read in the park a bit, let myself in the atmosphere, trying to take everything in me, go into the tunnel museum, which documents the cruel war and I feel as always, caught between two worlds.
well, tonight Go out yet, we have picked up a Canadian who wants to have a drink with us. would
So Long
(pics later gives, hab grad bock no upload) or the Land of Mordor
Friday, July 18, 2008
Average Body Fat Percentages By Age
behind the seven mountains in the seven Serb
behind the bridge in Mitrovica ... But from the beginning.
sofia have left us quite early, so that we then got away accordance to fix. We also expected soon, the first highlight of the holiday. the second was an old Russian lift namely militaerjeep (UAZ) with origanal stalinbeschnauzten driver inside. you gasped, slowly but steadily direction Macedonian border. There Were there then another emergency ration tomatoes and pepperoni, and thus could be ventured grenzgang. (By the way I remembered tomato pact to the Balkans, which was concluded between the countries and was in good spirits on the plan)
after we formally over the limit were shooed followed the short Traeger remain hectic. every 10 minutes and glide past a car, full to the rafters with Bulgarian luxusguetern (no tomatoes) and omas. It was also really nothing going on in this well most insignificant line in Europe. for a beer, be begging the crew exchange office and a bag pistachio we had nothing else to run as. annoying! the landscape compensates, however, and running back packer probably give a mitleiderregenderen impressive than pistachio shells and empty beer bottles squatting and so was the next car and took it with us. We will be dumped in Kriva Palanker, where was a small WelcomeDean same time right before my eyes a cat bus by nem ueberollt.
soon joined by the locals asked us to, for me my circumstances because of financial, declared insane for me, offered me cigarettes, I wanted to talk about are non smoking and organized by the way a lift after Kumanova. indicative of the kids with the truck driver not only to buy beer, we made our way to the.
in Kumanova we crawled behind the highway shut-off behind a tree and wanted to set up our tent. but, lo and behold! We probably had forgotten the tent poles. naja. who needs a tent when not hanging clouds in the sky. and mosquitoes against which we had Autan. So everything wild semi-Sun discoveries in the noise-adventure vacation we beschlosssen same time also for the rest without making tent. no risk no fun.
The next day we were pretty early on. yet we were not in skopje, our goal is these everyday from the day before.
somewhere in the sky or the Pentagon that matter, there must be quite a large-scale injustice. in any case very soon held a Turkish (first Woot) truck (second Yay) and grinned in us a happy KOSOVO PRISHTINA (third Yay) and the large scale on George W. 's bowed desk from "injustice" (= no poles ) to "justice".
(the track which offered us the truck would be very difficult to hitchhike been) the ride very pleasant. We drove through the totally wacky skopje, find it on the street, aka rut or pothole was as much (unberaedertes) live as on the footpath or home of Hans and Franz, it was when we lead directly through the good office of durchschnittsmacedoniers.
then gabs on the border of condescension elli-driving a Turkish breakfast. bread, meat, tomato cucumber, olives, pepperoni, halloumi. na who falls for what? right! actually he would have us still have to ask: which sauce please and we would have had our doener. but great, we were full to brim, as we focus on the customs clearance space in front of Kosovo presented. and because Allah does not know what behind drawn curtains fuererhaeusern in road-gabs happens then also have a beer for runterspuelen. the type was really great. I call it "problem yok" = no problem. on everything that could possibly disturb it had this answer ready.
then wait it was called. yok problem. still waiting. yok problem, bring beer. continue to wait. yok problem, this time he came with pistachio. wait again. yok problem: we've got them all, pistachio, beer, music, us, the sun and the toilet is not far away. I've won the most impressive one of the greatest philosophers of our time driving somewhere between Kosovo and the turkey truck.
after I asked a truck driver, the German relief supplies in the kososvo moves and he said, would be for 28 hours, we finally decided to take on alone. we had to leave problem yok. with a grin he took his leave: if you stand still participating in the few hours since I forward to you again. we went and I went left out of his envy. but for that I am too long in my life caught as I could shake off this so quickly. although I will make some day. sure. yok problem.
happened very quickly on it. the next driver took us and even made a detour, so we arrived in Pristina. there are various hotels after he chatted to praise. as these were extremely high, he phoned his cousin, if we could stay with the. but he was not there, but a buddy who had the degree of non-keys, however, weil. .. I can not remember any case, suddenly came to him by another friend. and because of the old camaraderie (the two have then fought with the KLA against the Serbs) then we came in under the. the language-type origanal Swiss, because actually there, now lives only to make holiday there. Well we went to the city center or by the, I got my obligatory t-shirt and finally Thats has pizza. Prishtina is astonishingly modern and optimistic. all look confidently into the future and you notice everywhere a spirit of optimism. bosnia war is no longer visible, as in. everywhere is gewerkelt and renovated.
despite everything depends on the government building a series of photos of missing fighters of the KLA. of which we think will probably never find anyone again our hosts.
The next day we go to Mitrovica. and so we are here now. behind the seven mountains, where the seven . Serbs the city namely Serbs zweigeteilt.hueben (yet) Albanians, over there. in between the famous bridge of Mitrovica with as much un soldiers, people KFOR and NATO barbed wire on it. from here took any aggression between the two nations go their lauf.wir part of Kosovo to "rest serbia and really are in serbia. no Kosovo license plates or € as currency. But "no-eu putin and stickers. We can buy anything here, because we paid in dinar yugoslavian. shame because we have very nice thirst when we are on top of the mountain at the war memorial. a huge concrete tank on stilts. I think that should contain all the blood of victims of war.
niht I know what to make of the whole. certainly have the Serbs also a right to their independent existence. maybe even bring some of the international dialogue that has become so used again. I do not know.
well, today Go on with the buss over to Montenegro. watch I just got a little carried Mitrovica.
to denne
behind the bridge in Mitrovica ... But from the beginning.
sofia have left us quite early, so that we then got away accordance to fix. We also expected soon, the first highlight of the holiday. the second was an old Russian lift namely militaerjeep (UAZ) with origanal stalinbeschnauzten driver inside. you gasped, slowly but steadily direction Macedonian border. There Were there then another emergency ration tomatoes and pepperoni, and thus could be ventured grenzgang. (By the way I remembered tomato pact to the Balkans, which was concluded between the countries and was in good spirits on the plan)
after we formally over the limit were shooed followed the short Traeger remain hectic. every 10 minutes and glide past a car, full to the rafters with Bulgarian luxusguetern (no tomatoes) and omas. It was also really nothing going on in this well most insignificant line in Europe. for a beer, be begging the crew exchange office and a bag pistachio we had nothing else to run as. annoying! the landscape compensates, however, and running back packer probably give a mitleiderregenderen impressive than pistachio shells and empty beer bottles squatting and so was the next car and took it with us. We will be dumped in Kriva Palanker, where was a small WelcomeDean same time right before my eyes a cat bus by nem ueberollt.
soon joined by the locals asked us to, for me my circumstances because of financial, declared insane for me, offered me cigarettes, I wanted to talk about are non smoking and organized by the way a lift after Kumanova. indicative of the kids with the truck driver not only to buy beer, we made our way to the.
in Kumanova we crawled behind the highway shut-off behind a tree and wanted to set up our tent. but, lo and behold! We probably had forgotten the tent poles. naja. who needs a tent when not hanging clouds in the sky. and mosquitoes against which we had Autan. So everything wild semi-Sun discoveries in the noise-adventure vacation we beschlosssen same time also for the rest without making tent. no risk no fun.
The next day we were pretty early on. yet we were not in skopje, our goal is these everyday from the day before.
somewhere in the sky or the Pentagon that matter, there must be quite a large-scale injustice. in any case very soon held a Turkish (first Woot) truck (second Yay) and grinned in us a happy KOSOVO PRISHTINA (third Yay) and the large scale on George W. 's bowed desk from "injustice" (= no poles ) to "justice".
(the track which offered us the truck would be very difficult to hitchhike been) the ride very pleasant. We drove through the totally wacky skopje, find it on the street, aka rut or pothole was as much (unberaedertes) live as on the footpath or home of Hans and Franz, it was when we lead directly through the good office of durchschnittsmacedoniers.
then gabs on the border of condescension elli-driving a Turkish breakfast. bread, meat, tomato cucumber, olives, pepperoni, halloumi. na who falls for what? right! actually he would have us still have to ask: which sauce please and we would have had our doener. but great, we were full to brim, as we focus on the customs clearance space in front of Kosovo presented. and because Allah does not know what behind drawn curtains fuererhaeusern in road-gabs happens then also have a beer for runterspuelen. the type was really great. I call it "problem yok" = no problem. on everything that could possibly disturb it had this answer ready.
then wait it was called. yok problem. still waiting. yok problem, bring beer. continue to wait. yok problem, this time he came with pistachio. wait again. yok problem: we've got them all, pistachio, beer, music, us, the sun and the toilet is not far away. I've won the most impressive one of the greatest philosophers of our time driving somewhere between Kosovo and the turkey truck.
after I asked a truck driver, the German relief supplies in the kososvo moves and he said, would be for 28 hours, we finally decided to take on alone. we had to leave problem yok. with a grin he took his leave: if you stand still participating in the few hours since I forward to you again. we went and I went left out of his envy. but for that I am too long in my life caught as I could shake off this so quickly. although I will make some day. sure. yok problem.
happened very quickly on it. the next driver took us and even made a detour, so we arrived in Pristina. there are various hotels after he chatted to praise. as these were extremely high, he phoned his cousin, if we could stay with the. but he was not there, but a buddy who had the degree of non-keys, however, weil. .. I can not remember any case, suddenly came to him by another friend. and because of the old camaraderie (the two have then fought with the KLA against the Serbs) then we came in under the. the language-type origanal Swiss, because actually there, now lives only to make holiday there. Well we went to the city center or by the, I got my obligatory t-shirt and finally Thats has pizza. Prishtina is astonishingly modern and optimistic. all look confidently into the future and you notice everywhere a spirit of optimism. bosnia war is no longer visible, as in. everywhere is gewerkelt and renovated.
despite everything depends on the government building a series of photos of missing fighters of the KLA. of which we think will probably never find anyone again our hosts.
The next day we go to Mitrovica. and so we are here now. behind the seven mountains, where the seven . Serbs the city namely Serbs zweigeteilt.hueben (yet) Albanians, over there. in between the famous bridge of Mitrovica with as much un soldiers, people KFOR and NATO barbed wire on it. from here took any aggression between the two nations go their lauf.wir part of Kosovo to "rest serbia and really are in serbia. no Kosovo license plates or € as currency. But "no-eu putin and stickers. We can buy anything here, because we paid in dinar yugoslavian. shame because we have very nice thirst when we are on top of the mountain at the war memorial. a huge concrete tank on stilts. I think that should contain all the blood of victims of war.
niht I know what to make of the whole. certainly have the Serbs also a right to their independent existence. maybe even bring some of the international dialogue that has become so used again. I do not know.
well, today Go on with the buss over to Montenegro. watch I just got a little carried Mitrovica.
to denne
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Can You Have Glandular Fever More Than Once
sofiapopofia
would great to finally back in the UK! I'm looking right now, although it is only a brief tag which I'm now here in Sofia.
has not changed much. not even have the usual tiring trip. after we did last year every time moaning melancholy when we (our gate to the world) at the Schkeuditzer tank are passed, we were ignorant of the loud locals soured again. After two hours we had enough of the auto lotto and retreated meekly to the services of Deutsche Bahn to take advantage. is convenient as we have so many places on our trip to Dortmund allowed to visit, including Hamm, Castrop-Rauxel or bielefeld (where we have 3 recreative slept for hours in a parking garage). well, we calculate by skillful at least avoid some controls can ...
whatever we are certainly arrived on time at the airport dortmund (closer than you think ... lol geiler slogan!). airport flight ok, and Sofia, as usual. after we have beaten then trappermaessig without outside help, and only thanks to our own memories to the hostel, we have actually not much gemcht. only a few arrive, enjoy that one can get up tomorrow and can do what makes a fun (do not grease sandwiches!) and the relaxed atmosphere can affect you.
oh yeah and I've bought an ultra stylish Hawaiian shirt.
follow the pictures to give you an idea:
(great truck imprint Schkeuditz)
assi assi assi in bielefeld
outlook from the hostel balcony
only for you my darling;)
would great to finally back in the UK! I'm looking right now, although it is only a brief tag which I'm now here in Sofia.
has not changed much. not even have the usual tiring trip. after we did last year every time moaning melancholy when we (our gate to the world) at the Schkeuditzer tank are passed, we were ignorant of the loud locals soured again. After two hours we had enough of the auto lotto and retreated meekly to the services of Deutsche Bahn to take advantage. is convenient as we have so many places on our trip to Dortmund allowed to visit, including Hamm, Castrop-Rauxel or bielefeld (where we have 3 recreative slept for hours in a parking garage). well, we calculate by skillful at least avoid some controls can ...
whatever we are certainly arrived on time at the airport dortmund (closer than you think ... lol geiler slogan!). airport flight ok, and Sofia, as usual. after we have beaten then trappermaessig without outside help, and only thanks to our own memories to the hostel, we have actually not much gemcht. only a few arrive, enjoy that one can get up tomorrow and can do what makes a fun (do not grease sandwiches!) and the relaxed atmosphere can affect you.
oh yeah and I've bought an ultra stylish Hawaiian shirt.
follow the pictures to give you an idea:
(great truck imprint Schkeuditz)
assi assi assi in bielefeld
outlook from the hostel balcony
only for you my darling;)
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Homeopathic Medicine Increase The Problem
The caravan moves on ...
so, a year after the last entry I depriemierenden back pack purse and gepäckel h and pull out into the wide world.
WORKS for a change this time on the Balkan. but not exclusively. countries after 2 1 / 2 weeks in the usual (Bosnia, etc.) Prague is a week after and the rest of the summer vacation to Morocco.
this time is probably even images during the trip, thanks to technical support, which I I begged from my other half. yet I have heard that they probably prefer Währe married to a digicam with me, at least they seem more concerned about the part as to make me.
as the first tests do I have a pic of me wib and pure, which is to spread optimism, but looks more like unsuccessful ohl birthday party.
well, I pack it once
until I denne hope that this time I perhaps this time creating something NOT to lose, be it backpack, vital organs or whole importance of the holy digicam
so, a year after the last entry I depriemierenden back pack purse and gepäckel h and pull out into the wide world.
WORKS for a change this time on the Balkan. but not exclusively. countries after 2 1 / 2 weeks in the usual (Bosnia, etc.) Prague is a week after and the rest of the summer vacation to Morocco.
this time is probably even images during the trip, thanks to technical support, which I I begged from my other half. yet I have heard that they probably prefer Währe married to a digicam with me, at least they seem more concerned about the part as to make me.
as the first tests do I have a pic of me wib and pure, which is to spread optimism, but looks more like unsuccessful ohl birthday party.
well, I pack it once
until I denne hope that this time I perhaps this time creating something NOT to lose, be it backpack, vital organs or whole importance of the holy digicam
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