These are pictures taken in Glasgow, Scotland at the beginning of the trip. The conference was pretty wonderous, as was hanging out with Shela the Nanobabe and the University of Glasgow Doodzzz.
I took a plane to Dublin and met up with Shauna and Fikul (and a bunch of IRA doodz). We rented a car and drove along the eastern coast, then cut over to Kilkenny. We hung out there for a night, then continued on to Limerick (which was kinda lame). Finally, we drove back to Dublin and spent a few more nights there.
We had an eight hour layover in Berlin, so we went a'wanderin'. We just happened to run into President Clinton, and we found a beer festival (shocking).
Next, we hit Prague, which is just about the coolest place in the world. There's a secret lab under the city where they build supermodel Czech-Chix. And beers cost about twenty cents.
So, what I'm trying to say is that I really enjoyed Praha. We stayed in a room in Grandma's flat with a nice view of Prague Castle (and she sewed Fikul's shirt for him).
We cruised around the Charles Bridge area, went to mass at a groovie cathedral, checked out Prague Castle, took a daytrip to Karlstejn to check out a castle there, and investigated the properties of absinthe.
Shauna had to go home, so Fikul and I cruised our asses on to Interlaken, Switzerland. We hung out there for a night, then took a train to Lauterbrunnen, took a bus to Shechelberg, and a cable-car to Murren. Then, we hiked about a third of the way up to Schiltenhorn (highest point in Europe).
If I spelled all of these towns correctly, please send me a fine cash reward.
Florence pretty much consisted of hitting the internet cafe, and going clubbing with lunatic Austrian student chix. And not sleeping at all. Our summer camp hostel had a 1 A.M. curfew, which we, of course missed. So, we were out 'till 6, and then slept until the 8:30 checkout. Wheee!
And, a warning! Firenze has clubs that are free to get into, but you have to pay to get out. Don't go to these if you don't have any cash and are interested in keeping your kneecaps intact.
So, we met some very kewl Boulder people on the train (where we still didn't sleep) and hung out with them in Nice. We ended up staying at a really really weird hostel in Menton. It had a $10,000 HDTV and a really nice ocean view and a strange metal contraption over one of the beds and a full disco light set and we're convinced that it's used to film gay kiddie porn during the off season. It was the strangest place we stayed the whole vacation...
So, in Barcelona, we decided to splurge on a hotel room since we hadn't gotten any sleep for a while. This turned out to be a good idea:o)
We slept for a while and then went out for amazingly good tapas. Krazy good calamari and spanish green olives. Wow. Unfortunately, it was a Monday, a holiday, and it was raining. So, Barcelona was kinda dead. But, we met kewl Bostonian Beeyotches at a Barcelona Bar and Brought them to a Barely crowded, yet Bedecked with dancin' Boots and Booze, uh Barcelona club. And it was kewl.
The next day, we checked out La Sagrada Familia and Parque Guell, both of which were designed by Gaudi, my new favorite architect (I recommend Life & Works of Gaudi). Good stuff!
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