Can you hear that Mr Anderson?

I'm sitting here contemplating my final night in Hamburg, the once foreign city. It's strange how things change, how what was once unknown becomes the familiar, and what was once familiar becomes a memory. Roles change, scenery changes, and with it so do people.

The question isn't necessarily how much have I changed, it's more than that. The question has no real form anymore. I know this time in Hamburg has been a fortunate time for myself, the first month of almost solitude forcing development and rethinking on my part. The interactions with people once they arrived, the growth of friendships and relationships and with it, me. I know Hamburg has changed me in so many ways. It's probably going to be an easier task to determine what hasn't changed.

And with that, I'm left asking the question: "What has changed back home?". I know people have moved on, I know places have changed, friendships may have altered, and definitely parts of my life have moved on. I'm no longer a student, does that mean people around me will react differently, be different? Curiosity sticks to me, and I'm pondering what awaits my return. I've moved on to different areas of my life. I left Wellington a bright eyed student. What will my return be?

Don't mistake this for anything else than what it is presented as, musings. I'm not suggesting that I will change upon my return. I'll be the same as when I left Hamburg, but the question is how will I fit into Wellington? I'm still going to be chasing those challenges, hunting those opportunities, but I think there's going to be a wider scope than I ever had before. If anything, Hamburg has opened my eyes more, given me a taste of the global delicacy. And I like it.

If I learnt anything on this exchange, it's don't let borders stop you. I came all the way to Hamburg from New Zealand, I've seen Barcelona, Amsterdam, Copenhagen, Dublin, Berlin, Dresden, and seen that there is no real limit to where you can travel. With that in mind, I know that it's only a matter of money as to where you can get to in the world. And in the long run, money is worth less to me than happiness.

So it's not the sound of inevitably coming down that railroad, it's the sound of opportunity, something to grab onto with both hands and cherish. Life is not worth much if you don't take risks. And I've learnt one thing on this trip, and it's that there's risks in life that you need take, and some you should anyway. I'm glad I've risked coming to a foreign city, I'm glad I've taken the risk of learning a new language from scratch.

And damn it, I'm over the moon that I took the risk of opening myself up to someone else. Elaine means alot to me, and I've taken the risk of telling her that, and I feel good. Bring on the 11420 kilometres (that's 7097 miles).

It'd be far too cheesy for me to write the accompanying train noises, so just insert them yourself now. Oh hell...Choo choo.

The Remains of the Day

The end of my time in Hamburg is nigh, and it's really starting to dawn on me. I sent off a package containing things I won't need for a while that should hopefully ensure my baggage remains outside excess status. Touch wood.

I've also gotten back into wandering around town. The feel is completely different than before, partly because I know where everything is, and places that I lost myself in last time turn out to only be around the corner from familiar territory. Nonetheless, it's still easy to find peace. A walk around the Alster today was settling. I managed to get many thoughts in place, while still musing and allowing the Thought Express train to get sidetracked every now and then without derailment. Though no I took today can really depict the serenity around the Alster at a strange twilight hour of 3 pm, I do have one of from the other side of the Binnen Alster.

Hopefully it can convey some of the emotional ties and memories I have to Hamburg now. Devout followers will recognise two spires in the picture: The Rathaus, and St Nikolas. If not, then well I hope you enjoy the view.

As for organising some thoughts on my little jaunt, I managed to come to the distinct conclusion that I know very little about what next year holds for me, and a little less about what I really want. It all comes down to one two words: "A Plan". Frankly, my plan is slightly more foward looking. It's big picture kind of stuff. Some details need ironing out, but they'll come.

In terms of this global view, it's pretty much that. I know I'll be in Vienna again next year for two weeks come the end of March. I'd very much like, and am taking all steps to ensure that I'm in the USA for at least two weeks come the start of May. There's the possibility of travelling between these times, as well as the possibility of being in Japan come July. For work of all things.

As for work and money, I've been trying to figure that out. I'm fairly positive the money aspect can be covered, thanks to Bucerius. And I'll just lay my cards out on the table in terms of employment and time. Being openly honest has only proved beneficial thus far.

It certainly doesn't look as though the future is going to be dull, and I'm doing my damndest to make sure it has it's challenges, moments, and rewards. All in all, in spite of things dwindling out here in Hamburg, and although the entertaining lifestyle of a student is dying with it, I have to say that the future does look promising, whereever it is and whatever it holds.

It's a White (Fourth) Christmas Day

Woke up this morning to see snow outside my window. Sweet, brings a smile to my face to see snow in December. Probably much like the people I talked to who laugh when I tell them about summer Christmas and skiing in September.

I also had dinner with Pierre Luc last night. It was more like drinks really, but it was good to be round people again. Although there were few of us, I think we had a good time. Turns out we're all like middle-aged woman at the hairdressers - we gossiped about what had happened on the last night of the exchange. Alot when down, but I won't embarrass people you don't know, and it won't sound scandalous unless you have all the history. The necessary people have been informed though.

I still can't believe it snowed. I'm going for a walk.

Christmas with the Elsners

I finally got a real German Christmas. Jana invited me round to her parents' house for Christmas dinner last night, and it was just amazing. I almost got tearful after dinner because I hadn't had a real family dinner since July. They treated me so well, and there was real German Christmas food, and Christmas decorations, a tree, and a huge Advent wreath hanging from the kitchen ceiling.

It made my Christmas.

I even got a Christmas present - a hand made chocolate angel and a book for Hamburg on foot. I'll be putting it to use today and tomorrow. It really pulled me out of the dolldrums and being round a happy family round Christmas time was just pure enjoyment. I had a smile on my face as soon as everyone was happy to see me. I can't thank Jana or her family enough.

One thing her brother will always have to brag about is that he met someone who was in Lord of the Rings. Apparently he's a huge fan, and being eleven years old, I think this encounter is something to treasure. He spent hours asking me what I did, where things were filmed, and just looking in plain awe. It just brings a smile to my face to think about how excited he was. My Dad was right, Christmas is a time for children, so it's best to spend some time with them.

As for today, I'll be attempting the great feat of preparing for my departure. I have to go to the postshop and purchase some boxes to send stuff home in, and look into sending my guitar. I think it'll still be cheaper than excess baggage seeing as I have four legs to my trip.

There's also a dinner with Pierre-Luc and his sister tonight. Pierre-Luc is the nicest guy I've met. He's from Lyon, and is a typical French man. But he's such a pleasure to be around, so hopefully tonight will be a great time.

With that, I must depart. Things to do and all that. I need to get the ball rolling.

Thank Heavens for Small Miracles

I'm just grinning from ear to ear now. A phone conversation can have that kind of impact on me.

Thank you.

I'd rather have a job wiping Saddam Hussein's arse

Christmas on my own is more difficult than I ever could have imagined. I've been away from home before over Christmas, but I was with a Japanese family and Japan doesn't really get into the whole festive season. It was a bit easier then. Now though is hard, for two main reasons. Firstly, Germany really gets into the whole Christmas affair, and it really is a huge family affair. It's seeing everyone with huge grins on their faces and hearing about everyone's magical time that really drives it home. My flatmate is being really great though. She's been at her parent's place for most of the days, but the time she does spend at the flat, Jana is making sure I'm doing alright - eating, sleeping, making sure I've got plans, and of course, being very understanding and consoling. Especially about being alone over Christmas.

Which brings me onto the second reason. I think I'd be better over this period if I had my partner in crime around. Sadly though Elaine has gone home, and it's proving more difficult to cope with than I imagined. Jana's being a great help in that regard as well, partly because she's been in a similar position before. I just can't describe how things feel, it's weird. I've ended up being far more paranoid than I ever should be, always waiting for that text message, holding out for a phonecall. I've turned into Glenn Close from Fatal Attraction. All I need now are the starving Alsatians.

But in order to get things moving in a more positive direction, I've been rather active. Though I haven't chosen Shaka Khan, I tried to organise a dinner for all the internationals over Christmas. Turns out the only ones without plans already are Tanya and myself. So we met up for dinner last night and tracked down a place that was open. And tonight, I'm cooking up some food because neither of us can really be fussed searching for another place. Plus, the alcohol is cheap at your own house.

On an even brighter note, a couple of the internationals are around after Christmas, so we're meeting up for some dinner and drinks at this little Brew Haus on Wednesday. So I'll have more company. Jana has also invited me round to her parent's house on Tuesday for dinner, so that'd be nice.

I suppose I just could keep writing, but I need to look at organising what I'll be cooking for dinner tonight. I think it'll be some kind of pasta dish.

Christmas Chaos

I decided to head into town today to finish up some errands that needed doing, and ended up not doing alot. The problem lies with the sheer number of people that gather in the central city, and added to that, the people who forgot to do their Christmas shopping. Then on top of that, it's a weekend, so families are in there with their kids doing Christmasy stuff. It was difficult to walk down a street, it was more in the fashion of being swept down a street.

This, of course, made getting things done for my departure rather difficult. I dreaded the thought of standing in a queue for over an hour just to buy a box, cardboard roll, and ask about freight. I'll take my chances next week.

Now, although it seems pretty damn cold to me, and it's the kind of cold that feels like snow could come (pretty pretty please), word on the street is that it's too hot for Glühwein. That's the German version of mulled wine, and by gods it's good. Apparently, the weather is not quite cold enough to invite people to partake in hot alcohol. I think that's just plain stupid. It's cold, single digit territory. So what if this is the warmest December in Hamburg on record. It's a Christmas tradition. Suck it up and drink your beverage with a smile on your face. I know I do.

In further news, it looks like there'll be Christmas dinner tomorrow with some exchange kiddies who are still hanging round. Hopefully. I'm not particularily fond of the thought of Christmas on my lonesome. I'll make something happen. Worst case scenario I can go spend the evening in a cinema watching Casino Royale after having made some traditional Christmas food - nachos.

So Long and Thanks for all the Fish

Okay, so I'm sad. Sad as anything. This morning saw me do two of the hardest things I've had to do in my life thus far. See Elaine off at the airport and attempt not to cry on the way home. Screw mooting in front of Superior Court judges, flying half way around the world on my own, living in a foreign country all by myself, and hunting for a job while overseas. You try holding back the tears on the way home from the airport after saying good bye to someone who means alot to you, knowing you won't see them again for a couple of months, and even then it's not guaranteed. I survived though.

But in order to find some peace for the day, I'm writing this whole thing up. Partly because I need some release, and partly because you need some updates. So, let it begin.

The World would be a better place with more puppeteers. It's a simple solution to everything. I'll explain. Dublin was awesome, and I had a freaking amazing time. It was a great way to wind down from exams and the conclusion of my University studies. Meeting up with Jo was also a sweet little pre-Christmas treat. But before we get to Dublin, there's the farewell party for the exchange programme. It was a blast. Some people had more to drink than others, and others just, well. I can remember the whole night, Elaine, however, has some patchy memories, and some people on the exchange were just slaughtered beyond reason. Luckily, there's photos.

Anyways. Still wondering about the puppeteer I see. Well, on the first morning we were there, we decided to see some sights early. And after walking through the main city area, we hit a little busker scene. Two guys standing there, one with a guitar, and one with a puppet. It was the best street performance I have ever seen in my life. This guy brought the puppet to life, and so many people stopped along the way to watch. Never have I seen a busker's hat get so full of money so quickly. These guys were top-notch.

Apart from the street performances, we also saw alot of Dublin history: the Dublin Castle, St Stephen's Green, the Chester Beatty Museum, Kilmainham Goal, Temple Bar, the Guiness Storehouse, Jameson Old Distillery, and so much more. The place is so full of history. Sadly, a fair portion of it is linked to unrest and violence. Nonetheless, it's an amazing city that has a huge amount of vibrance.

Three things about Dublin I liked best were: firstly, the Chester Beatty Museum. This is the collection of Sir Chester Beatty, a US businessman who became the first honourary Irish citizen. It's free of charge, and has an amazing collection of Asian, Persian, Arabic, and other Indo-Pacific relics and treasures. I highly recommend it.

The second thing I liked the most was the Kilmainham Goal. This was the prison where political prisoners were kept after each political uprising. It also featured in the films In the Name of the Father, The Italian Job, Michael Collins, and some more. The tour there is dirt cheap (like €2.10) and is a fantastic tour. Well worth the trek out of the city centre.

The third thing I liked, was a little restaurant called Monty's of Kathmandu. I have never eaten better Indo-Asian in my life before. Just go. Seriously. But a booking would be a wise idea, it gets packed really easily.

As for now. Well, I'm kind of on my lonesome again. A little heart broken, but it's something that Elaine and I are definitely going to try out. My flatmate is being really nice, she's worried about me and has ordered me to go out today and find things to do.

And that I should do. I have things to attempt today, such as closing my bank account and getting shopping sorted out. Germans celebrate Christmas on the 24th, so I want to get in my grocery shopping before the huge rush.

Nostalgia

Well, it's officially a short span until my last exam in my law degree. I'm sitting here wittling away at the study in front of me. I've also just handed in my last essay ever. Trouble is, I'm pretty certain I've got my law degree, it's just a matter of pride now - getting those last grades.

I was always envisgaing spending my last exam in Wellington, walking out into the welcoming warmth and sun that awaited me after the feverous last few hours. Now, I'm in Hamburg. I'll be walking outside wrapped in warm clothes cursing the ever twilight winter sun. Don't get me wrong, I'll love the feeling of accomplishment with finishing my exams. It's just that my sights are now on slightly more future things. Like finding work, organising travel, and wondering what the grown-up version of me will be like.


Which brings me to an interesting train of thought. People often wonder what their childhood version would say or think of their adult upgrade. I honestly have no clue. Would there be suggstions from the child, or an explanation from the adult? Condemnation versus congratulations I guess. Personally, I think the childhood Michael would nod approvingly at some aspects of my life. I've travelled, I'll be travelling again in the next year and beyond. My goals are beyond the shores of New Zealand. I try to do things with a smile on my face, and I still act like a kid sometimes. Not in that petulant way all the time, but just taking heart with little things.

Would I have anything to explain to the younger me? I don't know. Possibly the lack of marriage and small children. And why I don't have a job, let alone why it's taken so long to finish my education.

Oh, and where all the Lego has gone to. And possibly answer why Voltron is no longer around.

Speaking of television shows, I've managed to discover that TVNZ puts up a fair number of its shows on the net. A fantastic idea if ever there was one. The result is that I can now satisfy those uges to watch Eating Media Lunch anywhere anytime.

Christmas Markets

So I finally took some photos of the Christmas markets here in Hamburg. I should clarify things, there's actually somewhere in the region of five or more markets floating about the city.

This is just one of them. It's right infront of the Rathaus, and it's the largest. There's stalls upon stalls of food, drink, and other goodies. Handmade goodies are made onsight, so you can see glass blowers blow, jewellers jewel, hat makers make, and candy makers make us salivate. It's great fun. Except on a Friday or Saturday night, then it's packed.

You an probably see the sheer number of people at the markets just by looking at the silhouttes in the photo. I took this after I managed to make my way through. Which involved standing still for roughly ten minutes as the crowd wasn't moving. It was a combination of being near the Glühwein stall and the candy stall. Drunk people watching candy being made, while standing in a narrow alleyway is a combination that leads to congestion.

I'm back to more study now.

Bargaining Dance

So you deserve a catchup on things. I'm in the middle of a slight freak out to be perfectly honest. I'm no where nearer finding a job for next year, not even one that doesn't resemble a job assisting the procrastination against real life. In any event, I'm still hunting for jobs. Still waiting for responses. Chasing up every email sent just to make myself remembered. Moral victories are nice, but hell, I want a victory.

Also, I've had my last class here today. Kind of a sobering reminder. Elaine leaves in two weeks, and I'm not looking forward to it. It will work long distance, it's a matter of desire and determination. That I have plenty of.

On the bright side, we went to an exhibition this week: "Cleopatra and the Caesars". It was an interesting exhibition focusing on a recent theory that a specific Helena Style staute, on display, that was discovered in Rome, is actually of Cleopatra. The tour guide we had was top-notch. He highlighted every piece in the exhibition and the story behind each one, and how it related to the theory. I've never had a better tour. So this week isn't all bad.

Plus, we're planning on going to see Happy Feet this weekend as an escape from study. Should be good clean fun.

This was longer before I edited it.

I suppose I should be doing more study, it's just a little difficult to get the drive going. I'll give you the back story - the exam is on International Commercial Transactions. Sounds daunting, and it might be, for the fact the exam content is on the Vienna Sales Convention, otherwise known as the United Nations Convention on Contracts for the International Sales of Goods. The CISG. This may ring a bell for some of you, this is the very thing I lived and breathed for the better part of three years. So you understand my compliancy, and possibly my downfall.

On the brighter side of things, I'm feeling pretty damn good about now. I'm no where nearer knowing my future in next year, all I know is that I'm doing everything I can to ensure it. It's the closest to certainty I can get right now.

You may well ask, is this certainty related to employment or relationships? It's both really. The best I can do for certainty on either count is to lay everything on the table, and pursue everything with as much vigour and passion as possible. That I have done.

On another point, I'd direct your attention to one site that I've only ever found hope from. Post Secret is a website that publishes post-cards anonymously sent in containing various forms of people's secrets. They vary from the absurd to the touching, from the thankful to accusatory. Some have suggested that there's nothing to be gained from visiting this site other than being a voyeur to people's private lives. I don't dispute there's a little voyerusim involved. But there's more. These people have decided they'd give a little slice of themselves, whether to share or find the happiness. It's reassuring to find people that are willing to be as open as that. The other aspect is that it brings some of my problems into perspective. People are going through, have gone through, and resolved much worse problems than I am.

Reality is an easy thing to face when you have perspective.

Motivational Techniques

I laughed at the quote I found yesterday, I hope you had a giggle too. The irony of the situation was that I quite simply far too busy to not do the things required. It's kind of scary how much you can fit into a day to try when you have to organise your life.

Couple of quick updates before I have to skedaddle. Firstly, I've got a meeting on Thursday to send off my application for internships to Lovells in Hamburg and Munich. Putting together a cover letter for a German firm is not as easy as it sounds. More so when I reproduce it in German, an effort I'm quite proud of considering I'm using official and posh German. It's really draining actually. I feel like sleeping now. But more news awaits!

Secondly, I've gotten up and started emailing round some stuff to law firms in Wellington to try and get some discussion going. Hopefully it'll result in work, ideally paid. But the worst case scenario is that I get my CV out there and my name known. This process raised another little interesting situation - turns out that one big law firm in New Zealand is actually advertising for a graduate position now. Funny really. So I jumped at the chance. Here's hoping something comes of it.

Thirdly, the moot is progressing nicely. I've got some work to do for both Bucerius and VUW. I'm trying to maintain Chinese Walls between the two, which is kind of difficult really. The good news is that no trade secrets are being passed between them and it's only really my ideas that are being shared. Hopefully no one protests.

And finally. The Christmas markets are here and my god they are good! Mulled wine, roasted food, treats, candies, everything a small child and myself could wish for.

Sadly, I must dash now. More work calls. Enjoy the day, and hopefully I'll post some pics of the markets shortly.

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Exciting Updates

Well, not really, but it got your attention now didn't it?

Things are progressing here in Hamburg. The absence of an adjective there is intentional, somethings are moving along nicely, with more certainty, thought, and the accompanying pleasant emotions thus associated. Needless to say I was staggering under the smile I had.

Others however, are simply moving towards an undeniable end. Namely the exchange. There's three weeks left until the end of the exchange and the multitude of people become less numerous. It looks as though everyone is heading home for Christmas bar myself and a few stragglers. I wouldn't nor should I complain, except for the fact I'm hearing stories about people's plans for Christmas. Needless to say they involve large gatherings, fireplaces, and lots of cheer. Something people tend to remind me that I'll be missing here. I might try to organise some kind of get together for all the internationals staying in Hamburg so we can have our own little celebration. Otherwise, I may just come-a-knocking on friends' doors in Europe.

As for other things on the move, I'm reminded on a daily basis of the impending arrival of adulthood - completion of degrees and the entering into the work force. Something I thought I'd have more control over at a sooner time. I'm working on it, the results will be there, it's just a matter of patience. And chocolate, the ultimate conciliator.

Another thing I have to work on is a place to live next year. Made all the more complicated by the fact I have no clue as to exactly when I'll be in New Zealand. I know for sure I'm out of the country around the end of March until the start of April. There might be some adventures overseas before, after, or heaven forbid, during that time. It's just a miasma of possibilities no closer to clarity even if you asked directed questions.

As always, comments, suggestions, and care packages are more than welcome.

But before you embark, I leave you this little departing gift. The Northen Lights, or as the American's call it: The Golden Compass, by Philip Pullman, is finally being adapted for the big screen and under production. For the heathens that have no idea what this is about, I suggest you visit here.

Also, the Christmas market opens tomorrow and I plan on gorging myself on Glühwein, Stollen, and anything else I can find. Any requests for European Christmas decorations, goodies, or trinkets can be sent along for consideration.

Bondt, Jamez Bondt

You'd think Casino Royale would have a slightly different name in German. Sadly, they're not that original. And James Bond is simply James Bond, but with a German accent.

The reason I divulge this information is because I'm off to see The Premiere of Casino Royale tonight. It looks damn good. And before you ask, it is in English, just with German subtitles. I think. I hope. Desperately.

Study is still going strong. Hence the slighlty shorter posts you've seen of late. When I get more of a break, and more incentive to procrastinate I'll post something more substantial. Most likely on the Christmas markets that are springing up. They open on Monday, and so far it looks like it'll be a truly magical affair. I'm serious. It looks amazing.

Sweet

Just got my last grade back from the first half of the semester, and I'm proud to say I've gotten my first ever A+ for Comparative Tort Law.

This just tops off an amazing time here at Bucerius.

Horizon Draws Near

Currently I'm attempting to study for my German Law exam. I say attempting to because I've found numerous methods of procrastination. It is such an ugly word: procrastination. It has connotations that are unfavourable, unwholesome. Evil. Which is why I've temporised with doing other vital things, such as my paper on Alternative Dispute Resolution, organising applications to jobs and exchanges. You know, the usual.

One of these active diversions has been looking for work in Europe. And on that front, I've just returned from a small meeting with the career lady, bearing good and bad news no less. There's no long term employment available. There is, however, over 200 internships available for something like 100 students. I like those odds.

We have been asked to try and apply for internships in Germany if possible, that way the German students have the better opportunity to work abroad in New York, Chicago, Brussells, and so forth. Admittedly I was a little annoyed at this at first, but I've come to reason it out: I wouldn't have this opportunity without Bucerius. Moreover the German firms provide allowances during the internships. Sweet, this looks promising. Only downfall is German language skills - I might be able to scrape by as I currently stand, but being fluent would be far more beneficial.

So there's some hope for my international career yet. This could prove a brilliant opportunity. Only downfall is that the process is due to happen over the next week. Talk about shotgun application processes. Well, it works for me anyways, so I don't think there's grounds for complaint on my part.

Complete Randomness

In between my flusters of work today I'll give you guys some completely random news, ideas, and advice.

I'll start with an update on stuff. Stuff is good, in fact, it's feeling alot better now. A huge public thanks to Meredith, by listening and being there you made my night and upon reflection, everything so much better. Damn it I have some good friends.

As for the mood swings of activity I've found myself in - it's partly borne of necessity, one part stimulation, and one part peer pressure. I'm working away on studying for my German Law exam in two weeks, getting to grips with my Alternative Dispute Resolution paper on the risks verus the potential, as well as organising my life for next year. No simple feat.

Amongst all of this I'll extol some vital information:

• Canada is going a little too far with it's human rights in my opinion. A scary thought, seeing as the New Zealand system and Canada tend to react to each other.
• Pain killers from salivia? I take it this is from other people's saliva, not our own. It doesn't take a scientist to recognise that friendly exchange of saliva can feel good and can reduce depression. Nonetheless, this sounds interesting. I wonder how it'll be harvested in the future.

And on a much different note: I've got some excellent music for you. Death Cab for Cutie. Weird name, but my god their latest album is a completely realised piece. Go load up a Station in Pandora with them and hear some of their stuff. Otherwise just go listen to their latest offering Plans, or the previous album Transaltanticism. Do it. The audiohpile in you will love you for it.

With that, I should hunt down some lunch.

Wintery Blasts

The end of Summer is definitely upon us. The trees have shed most of their summer coats, and the vivid Autumn hues are distinctly visible. The Planten un Bloomen looks like a completly different landscape now, many bright colours have been replaced by the subtle tones of a muted season. Though there's a breath of life with the remaining trees and their scarlet red leaves. It really is quite stunning and I should probably take a photo one of these days.

But with the falling of the leaves, so falls the temperature. It's pretty cold here these days. Well the temperature itself is not that low, mind you, single digits are pretty cold nonetheless. It's really the artic winds that freeze you. I'm so glad I have a long, thick, warm jacket and a cushy, soft, woollen scarf. Elaine's claimed possession of my possum wool gloves though, but it's something I'm happy to live with.

The real problem with this weather is that it's neither cold enough nor dry enough to snow. It's on the brink of that cheery threshold, but somehow Hamburg manages to completely dash my spirits. Snow would be cool. A crisp clean sting to the air would be nice. Much more so than the cold damp rain we seem to have experienced and will no doubt see more of.

All this talk of cold weather has gotten a number of people to ask me what my plans are for Christmas. And frankly, I have no idea. Well, that's not entirely true. I would like to visit the Chrsitmas markets around Germany. These markets are in operation from the end of November and the weekends are supposed to be the best, so that leaves plenty of time to actually do something. There's talk of going to Budapest or Dublin after the exams and coming back just before Christmas. Something which sounds very inviting. The dead line of coming back before Christmas is vital as that's when Elaine flies out. Poor me has to fend on my lonesome until December 31.

As for Christmas day itself, I think I might end up spending it with the Aussies. Some of them are staying in Hamburg during that time so we might have little Downunder celebration.

But before I get to carried away over Christmas, there's Thanksgiving to think of. Studying with Americans is a huge perk in that there's plenty more holidays to celebrate. A huge turkey meal with lots of warm comfort food sounds ideal in this weather. I'm keen to get to know the holiday more intimately.

Alas, time draws to a close. Before I leave you, I give you a photo of the opening ceremony at the Euromasters 2006. Bucerius is the school in red and white at the back in the middle.

The Internationals can drink

So I've returned from Koblenz and the Euromasters 2006 competition. It was a killer time. As things turned out, we only played Volleyball twice. Sounds disappointing and you'd be right - travelling 7 hours by bus, paying €35, only to play twice. But we can take heart from the fact we won one game and lost the other, and interestingly enough the loss was to the team that eventually won the Volleyball trophy.

The whole thing took place in a giant sports hall, so there was enough to keep us busy and entertained while we waited. The free food and drinks was also a good distraction. And it wasn't just junk either. There was fruit, muffins, soup, sandwiches, water, apple juice, freshly made juice cocktails, shakes, and muesli bars. I ate my fill and more.

In terms of the sport going on, we saw indoor soccer matches, volleyball, basketball, relay races, relay indoor rowing races, and cheerleading.

The cheerleading needs special mention because it was everything you'd imagine in a bad American movie - the cheerleaders were doing their best to look skanky and completely into themselves. Well, the team who came first didn't achieve that, they did look really good. However, for the most part, Elaine's prediction of teams floor-humping turned out to be bang on. It was most fascinating and verging on embarrasing.

There was also huge parties. With free beer. And not just free beer for one hour, or only three beers. You had unlimited free beer. It was danger embodied. One of the guys we were staying with drank himself stupid and fell asleep in his clothes when we walked in the door. Come to think of it, both Moritz and Henny did that.

The final night was good fun too. Another party. Which we found out just before we'd be leaving for home straight after. I was confused at first too, so I'll give you a better idea. The party was scheduled to finish at 4:30 am or so. We were catching our bus home at 4:30 am. Simple plan of staying drunk enough to keep going while being sober enough to get onto the bus, and being drunk enough to put yourself into a deep sleep on the bus. It was a fine balance. Which we met perfectly. I feel asleep on the bus fully dressed up - huge coat and all, and wrapped in a blanket.

It was a fantastic weekend, though I didn't meet many people from other universities, I did get to know more people from Bucerius. It was completely worth it.

University Games - German Styles

That's right folks, I'm going to the University Games. It's not restricted to German universities, as it includes some from all over Europe. Which is great as everything is conducted in English, making my life a little easier.

"What am I representing Bucerius in?" you ask. Simple. Volleyball. Having never played it before in my life, I was a shoe in for the team. It also helps that I'm going out with Elaine, who played Volleyball in College on scholarship, and that my buddy Wiebke is organising the team. The lack of people able to go is also a factor. But I get to play. That's the important part.

This is due to take place in Koblenz, which is just outside of Mainz. No idea exactly what the schedule is. All I know is that there's a bus going down there Thursday, we have games Friday and maybe Saturday, we come back on Sunday, and socialising will be involved. Excellent, sounds like a plan to me.

Currently I'm hanging out between classes, what with one this morning at 9:15 am, and the other at 6:30 pm I'm stretched to either end of the day. What's worse is that the morning class is completely voluntary for me - I needn't do it to complete my degree, nor was I orginally enrolled in it. It just sounded good and so far Comparative Products Liability is more attractive than the course title suggests.

Plus it means I have something to do during the week.

Photos of Berlin and Dresden

Here we have one of the reconstructed palaces in Dresden, it is a serene and beautiful spot. Before WWII, Dresden was called the Florence of Germany. You can see why when you're there. It looks so run down until you hit the bridge to the Old City. Stunning.
This is Dresden by night, as seen from the top of the Frauenkirche. It was simply gorgeous. Sadly this is only half of Dresden, as the other side of the panorama contains costruction sites.
Here we have, on the far left, one of the Prussian Kings' getaways, complete with Italian style garden. In the centre is the Brandenburg gate, followed by the Glass Dome on the Reichstag.


And here we have on the left, Elaine and myself at the top of the Fraunkirche in Dresden. The church can be seen on the right. Notice how it has grey flecks in its stucture. Those are the orginal sandstone bricks placed back in their orignal position. The church looks clean because of the new sandstone, but it's estimated that the whole building will be stained black by nature in 60 years.


I have heaps more photos, too many to post. You'll all get a chance to see them sometime though, I'll always have them with me on my travels.

Berlin and the Island in the East

So I've returned from Berlin and Dresden in one piece. A little more depressed and harrowed for the tours and study bits we did, more full of life from the social side.

The time in Berlin was focusing on Germany throughout the ages. While there was a short time spent on Germany in Prussia and the Prussian Empire, most of the time was spent on Germany's part in WWII. I seriously can't take anymore of the Holocaust and war crimes, it's just depressing to have it drummed into you for four days straight.

We spent a good half day in Postdam, being a military and political stronghold of the Prussian Empire for a long period of time. It was awesome to hear so much history, and the tour guide was a fantastic story teller. It was a great start to the trip. Potsdam is a beautiful city, and in Autumn, it was just amazing. I'll share photos later, and probably expand on some stories when I do, as they do need visual aids.

After Potsdam, we went to the Wansee House. This is the house where the Wansee Conference was held. For those that are unaware, this is the conference where high ranking officials of the Nazi party resolved the adminstration and structures needed to implement "the Final Solution". Sobering. We spent a good four or more hours there having a lecture, and then having a seminar on the point. It was mentally stimulating, but incredibly draining.

So, to enliven our spirits we went out to dinner. All forty of us on the trip. To one restaurant. And it turned into chaos. At least when settling the bill. I'm still owed €7.60 but have no clue who owes me it. The good news was that the beer was good, the food was okay, and the conversations were just sparkling. It was a great time, and would turn out to be an indication of things to come.

The next day we ended up going to a tour of the city by bus and by foot. Berlin is pretty huge, and the stark differences between East and West are readily apparent. The tour focused on post modern architecture after the division of Germany, and then again after the reunification. All in all it was a good way to see the city and get acquainted with it again. A quick note, the Holocaust memorial near the Brandenburg gate is not nearly as daunting on a warm sunny Autumn day as it is during a bleak cold Winter day (ala last time I was here).

We then had the afternoon off. So a couple of us who were planning on going to the Jewish Museum later in the week, decided to see the things we'd miss - namely the Pergamon Musuem. The Museum is so named because of the Pergamon Altar it houses. This thing is cool. But not nearly as cool as the Ishtar Gate. Important thing to note is that these artifacts were in effect pillaged from their orginal resting grounds - go museums.

The night then turned into another social affair. Which was great fun, except for the fact I ended up having dinner with 7 girls, which turned into drinks with 9 girls. Not so bad you say? I was the only guy. And I got a little grilling on my prospects for next year, life, and of course - Elaine. With Elaine not being in Berlin, it gave people a good foot in the door to throw some questions out there regarding me and her, what actually happened and when, and where things are going. It was a little uncomfortable to answer such questions, but it helped put some things into perspective and give a little structure to how I need to approach things next year. I'm still no closer to knowing what I'm doing though. Anyways, things moved on and we all had a good night.

The next day saw a visit to the German National Musuem, spending our time on the divison in Germany, looking at the affect it had on daily life and people. It was fascinating, and very well presented by both the Museum and the tour guide.

This served a contrast to the final destination for the day - the former Stasi Prison in East Berlin. This was a containment facility for political prisoners in the DDR, beginning right from the fall of Berlin until the unification. The things they did to these people, how, and the extent to which they did them was just terrifying and harrowing. The fact people could have been treated in such a manner is plain wrong. The seminar we had on this at the facility was really engaging and thought provoking. It was well worthwhile. Needless to say that we needed a good stiff drink afterwards.

We obliged only to happily. A Cuban meal later, and 11 litres of Sangria between 14 of us - with yours truly in charge of the Sangria, so probably meaning I had the most. I say probably, because I can't be sure, except that the Sangria was superb. That night was good. But I'm glad I had a shorter and smaller night than most.

The majority of people showed up the next day to our tour of the Bundestag, and meeting with the President of the Bundestag's Comittee on Foreign Policy and Security, rather hungover. Nonetheless, the question and answer session was awesome in getting a better understanding of German politics and its foregin policy. It was pretty sweet. And of course we went up to the top of the Reichstag in the glass dome. Remember, photos coming soon. There then was a tour of the new Jewish Museum. The most interesting thing was the architecture, for which the building has won numerous awards.

This ended the trip in Berlin, and lead into the trip to Dresden. Which was amazing. Dresden was one of the most bombed cities in WWII, suffering two continuous days of fire bombs on 13 and 14 February 1942. It was a beautiful city, and once again, it's rebuilding itself into a stunning destination.

Highlights in Dresden included the visit to the New Green Vault in the former palace there. The palace is being rebuilt, and they've only just reopened the Historical Green Vault, which is fully booked out for visits until January next year by the way. There is however the New Green Vault, designed to display some of the most exquisit pieces from this treasure collection. And it truly was stunning. The pieces in there are just priceless and amazing. A tour through this place had to be the most fantastic experience in the entire week, it was uplifting, intriguing, and just plain sparkly.

That night, Elaine took us to the Indian resturant she frequented when living here. The promise of good curry was all to enticing. Until we hit where it was supposed to be. There's something daunting about walking through a dark shady street filled with a punk gathering, loud music and general drunken activities. I almost waivered. But I'm glad we didn't, the inside of this restaurant is in stark comparison to its outside. The food was mind blowing, and the local beer was tasty as hell. It was the most memorable meal I've had in a while. I'm sorry for even showing any essence of doubt. Thank you.

The next day we got a guided tour through the Frauenkirche. This was the most famous church in Dresden, but was completely destroyed by the Fire Storm in the bombings. It was rebuilt and opened last year. We were lucky enough to have a tour through the church, and up to the Cuppola. Such tours run every hour, every day, and are completely booked out until March next year. So we were in good fortune with Bucerius. The view at night was amazing, and the stories behind it were stunning. I'll post the photos when I get a chance to compile it good and proper.

Oh, and we also got to go through the VW Transparent Factory, where they make the VW Phaeton. It's pretty cool, and the factory itself it ultra modern. It is however a sales pitch in essence. For that I was slightly disappointed. It's still a pretty cool experience though.

And with that, that was my trip to Dresden and Berlin in short. There's heaps more stories to tell and they'll come out with the photos and some may not come out at all. But it was a fantastic time.

Who would have thought the former DDR could be such an interesting place?

Alive and Well

So I'm back from Berlin and Dresden in one piece, and with many stories to tell coupled with numerous photographs. I'm currently sorting through the hundred odd photos to decide which ones go up.

I've also got errands to run before class starts tomorrow, so I'll write up something more substantial when I get the chance.

Patience is a virtue.

The Facade of Freedom

With my last exam this morning I feel free. At least more free than the others who still have exams till the end of the week. I suppose this leaves me more time to work on the Vis Moot.

In brief, the exam this morning was entertaining. I say that because the first question contained a very complicated fact problem requiring a resolution of no less than eight different tortious actions, six parties, four heads of damages, and an explanation of the underlying principles of tort law along the way. Thank god the exam required only two out of eight questions to be answered. The gambling members of the auidence would have put good money on me not answering that question. Collect.

As for life in general, the weather here is superb. Clear skies, crisp air, and a warming sun. Perfect Autumn weather (whoops I should use 'Fall', otherwise I'd not be understood by the others here). It's looking good for the excursion to Berlin and Dresden next week.

There's no real news, I just felt like writing. Currently sitting here in the library killing time until the class I have to help take for the Vis Moot. You see, Jim's organised a class around it. Students have the option of taking the class and not doing the moot, the idea being that we have one big think tank. So far there's more leading than discussion and getting ideas out. Things should change this afternoon, we're making them think and present some arguments for a snippet of an issue. Should be good fun.

Then there's the meeting tonight. I don't know what to expect. Apart from a late dinner.

For the link of the day, I'm going to send you to Pandora - where I get my music fix. You start off by selecting an artist or a song you like, then it builds a stream of music based on that and the responses you give to the music it plays. You can have up to 100 "channels", so play around with it. I find it great. Only warnings are that because it's a live stream it can chew into any internet-thingy-limits you have; and that it may cause you to want to purchase multiple CDs. Free internet at Law School never looked so good.

Procrastination - The Return

So I had my Conflicts exam this morning. I was freaking out beforehand thinking I had not studied enough, and that when the proctor told us they looked at the exam and decided it should be two and a half hours instead of the scheduled two I was ready to change my pants.

Then I looked at the exam paper. I almost freaked. Then I remember my cardinal rule - stay calm and read through the entire exam before you react. I'm so glad I did. Part two was so much sweeter and it started me off on the right foot. Needless to say I finished the exam with a huge grin on my face, holding onto the glorious feeling of an A effort. Here's hoping for it.

Anyways, I'm supposed to be studying Torts right now, with an exam tomorrow at 9 am it should be happening. But as you can see, it's not. So I thought I'd share a little gem with you: Fairliebt - a German T-shirt company. What sets them apart from the rest, apart from the pretty sweet designs, is that they're all printed on Fair Traded 100% cotton t-shirts. They are just awesome. The other factor is that they're made by Elaine's flatmate, it's his own business done with one of his best friends. Good stuff. They have my full endorsement. Plus he's said they'll ship to New Zealand, and in fact they'll ship anywhere. I've already bought two t-shirts (one of which has a design not yet up for general sale).

For those of you who speak German, you should recognise the play on words. It sounds alot like "vorliebt" the German word for falling in love, while containing the nod to Fair Trade. I think it's pretty cool, I'm the fan of linguistics remember - most of you have already heard me tell the "pianist" joke. Numerous times.

Well, I should get the head down and do some real work before sleep. Before I go, I'll show you what international students do at a law school for late night study, and confirm that Swiss Balls seem to drop at a slow rate and don't bounce very high. Unless thrown.

Procrastination

As interesting as Comparative Torts Law is, procrastination is looking mighty tempting. But everyone here is working hard, and it seems to be rubbing off on me.

So all I'll do is simply post the picture I meant to in the Barcelona entry. This is looking down from Park Guell to the North part of the central city towards the Southern section where the Port Olympia is situated. Just see how densely contained the city is, it's just astounding. I mean, even Tokyo had more ground space.

Okay, you can laugh now

So after all of the fun and sun I had last week, and into the midst of this week, you can finally ease your concerns about the extent of my enjoyment. I have finals next week. Currently I'm taking a break from my studies to write this up. If there was a paper in procrastination, I'd get top honours.

With all the good times stories I've been sharing with you, I thought it about time to share the real life nitty-gritty stuff. Like studying, and work, and education. Three words I haven't spoken in awhile.

I'm not too overly stressed about my exams, one is on International Private Law, focusing mainly on choice of applicable law. Those in the know should be laughing right now - that's the topic the Vis Moot took on last year. It's good fun to get into it in some more detail, and to finally be able to provide a concrete answer and finish the statement: "The applicable law is..." with some certainty.

The other exam is Comparative Tort Law. Sounds difficult I hear you say. Considering the exam is made up of four questions asking us to reflect on the principles of Tort Law, its direction, and comparisons between Common Law concepts and Civil Law principles, I'm not too overly concerned. It's the art of bullshi...I mean writing opinion pieces is what I do best.

Only concern is that they're on consecutive days. Ouch.

The other nitty-gritty in my life at the moment is the release of the Vis Moot problem. Things are starting to get into motion with that again. And I'm really looking forward to being involved again. This year's problem looks to be good fun.

Of course there's other concerns going on at the moment - like the fact I didn't get the job I was looking for in New Zealand. So I'm stressing a little on what I'll be doing next year. Only a little. On option is the JET exchange to Japan to teach English or be invovled in a coportation for international relations. Either way it'll improve my Japanese, which should make me a more attractive prospect for MFAT, or other internationally minded organisations where ever they may be. It's just an idea. Something to give me a little hope.

Add to that the fact that my sinuses are acting up again, and I've got a little bit of a head cold. Coming from hot Barcelona to colder Hamburg is not a healthy move, and damn that recycled air in airplanes, it always does this to me. I just hope to shake it before my exams.

Anyways, I should return to study. I'd rather get a pass in my papers than an A in procrastination.

Go on, Loathe Me.

You know you want to. At least I know you probably will after reading this entry, seeing the photographs, and then the jealousy will eat away at you. That's how good Barcelona was. First though, to make it seem all the more sweeter, I should begin with the anxieties Elaine and I had before our departure.

See, we discovered that the hotel was in fact situated in Calella, and that meant it was not actually in Barcelona. About an hour from not actually in Barcelona. So we freaked out a little. Just a little. Then we realised we'd have to get from the Airport to Calella. Most likely by train. Most likely passing through pick-pocket territory. Then we realised we didn't know how to get there, or know where to even start. So we freaked out. After getting some directions from the Hotel by email on how to get from the Airport to the train stop near the hotel, we felt a little bitter. Just a little. Then we freaked out about whether dinner was actually included in the hotel cost or not.

So by now you're probably feeling pretty good about our misery. Just wait. We arrived at Barcelona to see "Cavanaugh x 2" held up by this touristy guide like lady. Turns out we had transport to and from the Airport. Sweet. We arrive at the hotel to see that it is indeed on the beach front, we have dinner included in the hotel cost, and the trains run frequently into Barcelona. Also turns out we had a room facing the beach and lighthouse. Sweet. Dripping with envy yet?

The very next day we decide to head into Barcelona. The train trip takes about an hour, at low cost so no one minds. The city turns out to be just pure amazing. Add into that the non-stop sun we were having, and the pleasant heat of around 25 degrees, and we were content. After arming ourselves with a sense of direction we headed for La Sagrada Familia.



Now, construction on this cathedral started in 1882, with Antoni Gaudi working on it for his whole life. Construction is still going, and isn't expected to finish for another 20 years. That's how massive this project is. The place is just mind-blowing. The photos don't quite do it justice. To give you an idea, the main tower which is under construction at the moment, will be 170 metres high. That's no small feat. These photos represent two opposing faces of the Cathedral: the Passion facade, and the Nativity facade. Look closely and you'll see the detail in the carvings and stone work. Actually, everything is all stonework opposed to carvings. That makes it all the more crazy and marvellous.

After soaking in the sun and the English tour of the Cathedral and it's construction site, we headed to Park Guell, another Gaudi architectural feat. This place is just amazing to see. Landscaping and stonework never worked so well together. Plus the view over Barcelona (or part of it was astounding). That was it for day one. What?! That's it? Well, it did involve literally walking from one side of Barcelona to the other and back again in the sun and heat. Did I mention I've gone brown?

Day two involved going to the Parc de la Ciudadella, the major Park in the central city. It was astounding. We then moved on through to the Gothic Quarter and saw some pretty neat, and old sites. The best part of the day though was finding the restaurant recommend by Elaine's flatmate's girlfriend. We got a pleasant surprise to find out it offered a three course lunch with wine for only €8.90 and it turned into an amazing meal at an amazing price. Needless to say we returned there the next day.

Speaking of the next day, we went to the Museu Picasso. Housed just outside the Gothic Quarter in these little sidestreets, it's quite a quaint place really. Thank god, as we had to wait 20 minutes to get in. And we arrived early morning. I feel sorry for those we saw waiting as we left. This museum is huge by the way. It took us well over three hours to get through the Permanent collection, which houses alot of Picasso's pre cubism pieces, and the Temporary collection on loan from the French Picasso museum, which contained a focus on Picasso's ceramics and pieces around the Fawn and Nymph in his later life. It was awesome.

Then that night, we were strolling on the beach and stumbled across a rather large marquee. Intrigued we ventured further, to find an Oktoberfest. In Spain. An Oktoberfest. It was a rather large affair, with numerous stalls and bands. And it turns out this is the 19th annual Oktoberferst in Calella. What the hell? Well, we didn't question it too badly, the beer was good and the atmosphere joyous. So we stayed. And returned the next night.

As for the Saturday, we headed in early again to try and get onto a guided tour of the city. We hit the jackpot. There's a bus tour for €18 that has three lines to different parts of the city. You pay for one or two day tickets and can jump on and off the bus at different stops all over the city to see the sights and sounds. We spent the entire day travelling on the buses seeing the whole city. It was probably one of the best times of the trip. The buses go everywhere and it's just amazing to see all these sights. I took well over 50 photos from the bus alone. I'll tag some on the end of this entry for your pleasure.

As for Sunday, well we decided it would be the day to stay in Calella, hit the beaches, soak up some sun and all that jazz. The weather kind of came in a bit. Don't think there was any rain, there was just some cloud, and the temperature dropped below 25. So we did some study instead. As it happens, this meant we did more study on our holiday than anyone did back here in Hamburg. Whack. Plain whack.

Monday was simply a travel day - the transport arrived at 9:45 am, which gave Elaine enough time to win a game of pool (by scratch only). And admittedly we were both looking forward to Hamburg. I mean, there's such a thing as too much sun and fun.

You can of course hate me more

So this weekend nor this the travel plans for this week really worked out. We didn't go to Köln, nor did we book flights to Rome. I'll start at the beginning, then you can really hate me some more.

So Friday involved the Commencement Ceremony for Bucerius Law School. Sounds fun. Then we found out that sitting in a very hot Hall wearing a suit, all the while listening to people drone on in German that we couldn't understand for two hours was not our idea of fun. The celebratory drinks at the School though afterwards was. Bucerius provided free drinks and food from 2 pm at the conclusion of the Ceremony. Bad mistake. There were about 5 of us imbibing in the free white wine. Needless to say that at about 5 pm when Elaine and I decided it might be a good idea to stop, we had lost count of the bottles we had gone through. The upside was that it was free. But the reason I tell you this is because it stopped us from booking flights to Rome, and was part of our downfall for not getting to Köln for the weekend. That and the huge blisters Elaine got from her heels. So we decided to rest up.

That meant the weekend was more laid back than it otherwise would have been. It started well with a trip to the Elbtunnel and a walk through to the otherside of the harbour to see Hamburg from that perspective. It was pretty sweet. This then lead to a small excursion to the Botannical Gardens in Klein Flottbeck again. This time there was even more colour.


Then there was dinner at Kara's flat with six others. It was a really good time. The scary thing was that her flatmate, Wilm, looks almost exactly like Jamie, along with the long curly hair, the love of guitars, and the mannerisms. It scared me.

So Sunday rolls around, and this is when you will really start to hate me. We find out that to go to Rome now would cost alot. I mean alot. We missed the cheap flights and we'd have to get to Frankfurt mid-week, which is not a cheap thing to do. So instead we looked at the last minute holiday deals. And guess what we found:

Barcelona. That's right folks, I'm leaving tomorrow afternoon for Barcelona. I'll be there 6 days. Best part was the cost. Flights, Hotel with breakfast and dinner included all for €470. It might sound expensive at first, but factor in the cost of flights, then it's dirt cheap. I'm happy to pay that much and be in Spain for 6 days with the sun and beaches.

It may not be Rome, but it's Barcelona.

Travel Plans

UPDATED WITH PHOTO!

So I sit writing this in the Computer Lab at Bucerius. Free Internet. It's a wonderful thing. Bar the censoring of web pages based on the number of "illicit materials" on it. I mean, they blocked Salient for god's sake.

I have seven hours to kill before my next class, and I'll be damned if I'll do any readings today. There's more interesting things to do with my time. Like make travel plans for this weekend and next week.

Currently looking at going to Köln (or Cologne for the Antipodeans) for the weekend. There's a wonderful invention by the Germans called a Schönes-Wochenende-Ticket (Translation is Beautiful Weekend Ticket), which allows travel on any Regional train in Germany for the entire weekend for five people for only €30. Sweet deal. This means that I can be in Köln for the weekend at little expense.

I've been told there's some amazing markets there on a Saturday. Bring on the trinkets. I'd also like to see the Dom without the scaffolding outside and all around it. And maybe, just maybe, I'll be able to see the little gold box at the back of the church. For those of you who saw my photos from last trip, you should remember the gold box I could only photograph from a distance. I didn't know what it was until just recently. Turns out it's supposed to be the ashes of the Three Wise Men. Cool.

So that's the weekend. Bar a return to Hamburg and some partaking of Volleyball on Sunday night. Elaine played volleyball at College in the US, and in fact had a scholarship to do so. Here's hoping to have some good fun. You all know how incredibly competitive I get, so this could prove very interesting.

With that little side tangent, I'll go on to explain the plans for the week. But first, some background. Next week has a public holiday on the Tuesday. That's pretty sweet. What's even sweeter is that I only have one class on the Monday. Well technically I have two, another one on Thursday being a German language class, which I can fortunately miss.

Now you're all informed of my schedule, I can gloat some more. Rome. That's right, Rome. The plan is to be in Rome for the entire week, leaving Monday and getting back the following Sunday. Should be awesome. Currently flights are looking to only be €40 return. Can I gloat some more?

In other news, the Vis Moot preparation has begun here at Bucerius. Jim has got me involved at the start, talking to interested students and explaining how things go and the benefits to be gained. I've also roped Lauren from Osgoode into help out, and Jim is over the moon. The problem comes out next week, so here's hoping to get straight into it.

Before I forget, I should also gloat some more over my updated timetable for next half. I've dropped Law of the WTO to pick up International Commerical Transactions (which is a full trimester course). Apart from being on the CISG, and something I know inside out now, it has one class a week on a Monday evenings. I know this means nothing to some of you, so I'll put it in another way: I have very little in the way of actual class time in the second half. Bring on the 6 day weekends....

I've also been bugged to put up another photo from Amsterdam, and I will as soon as I get to my computer.
And there you have it. Elaine and I in Amsterdam. Not the best photo, but it'll do for the moment.

Amsterdamned

Amsterdam was by far one of the best times of my life.

First things first, I should be completely honest, as the joys of Amsterdam cannot be fully told otherwise. I've turned into the stereotypical Kiwi boy out in the big wide world - I met someone. And no, for the love of god people stop asking if it's a boy. Her name is Elaine, and she's also on this exchange, coming from Minnesota in the USA. Elaine has been mentioned before, and this time its not in passing. Having spent more than a majority of time in her company has put a large smile on my face, and it's been there for some time. I dare say since the start of this exchange. Thank you.

With that in mind, it comes time to look at the trip to Amsterdam. The train trip there began at roughly 5:30 am on Friday morning. No mean feat. Everyone got on the train safe and sound and the journey began. The weather looked good, and as it turned out, too good.

Upon arriving in Amsterdam everyone else went to their respective hostels and hotels. Elaine and I didn't have anything booked. We were running on luck and turns out we got it in bucketloads. While everyone else was paying €35 to share a room with three other people, a toilet down the hall, and a shower attached to someone else's room, Elaine and I scored a 4 star hotel for €55 each. Sweet deal I'd say. The fact we could shower without decomination suits attests to that. The view from our room was pretty sweet too: The observant will be aware that this doesn't look like Amsterdam, and you'd be almost right. The hotel was on the North Side, over the river. A free shuttle service running all hours of the day and night served us well. Very well.

Now, this took up most of the day sorting out our accomodation, walking round in the stinking heat that we took our sweet time when we found some. Including going to the markets just across the road from our hotel, which was just so much fun filling nostrils with the aromas, and tastebuds with local treats.

Having split from the group for dinner we all caught up again after and proceeded to hit the town - beginning with an Absinthe bar. Bright green drinks are always a great way to start the night.

After sleeping in the following morning, Elaine and myself caught up with Nate and hit the bike tour on offer in the city - www.yellowbike.nl. Great tour, just stunning. It was exactly what I needed. Three hours of seeing sights of the city and hearing little gems was well worth it. The head quarters happens to be right next to the best coffee house in the world. It was mind-blowingly good. I mean it. If you're in Amsterdam, go there. The barista is worth it alone.

After this little bike tour, we headed back into dinner with everyone, celebrating the birthday of one of the people with us - Karen, from Osgoode Hall in Toronto. Was a great little Indonesian place. After which we proceeded to split off again into little groups, with the plan to meet up later at a bar. That was the plan at least. Elaine and I found this fantastic little place on the canal in the Jewish district. It was a tiny little old house turned into a bar. Quiet, serene, and over looking the canal down to the waterfront. It was simply amazing. Quite a stark comparison to the other sights we had seen that night - the Red Light District.

Amsterdam is notorious for its Red Light area, and it lives up to it. I have never seen so many red lights, black lights, and skimpy outfits before in my life. I was actually overwhelmed by it all, and a little squeemish too - I could only glimpse at the girls in the windows, whereas Elaine was staring wide eyed in wonder. We must have made quite a sight. But needless to say the bar mentioned above was a welcome relief. The hordes of people on the strip were just insane - including a large group of eldery tourists being taken there by their helpful guide. Weird, just weird. I feel a little uneasy about the fact these girls are a tourist attraction, being treated more and more like simple objects than they might otherwise be. Anyways, another argument another time.

Which brings us to Sunday. Again, after a large sleep in, we hit the Rijks Museum to see some good old Rembrandt and other Dutch artists. Nothing to say really, other than awesome. It was kind of surreal to see The Nightwatch in real life.

So in short, Amsterdam was just completely mind-blowing, and one of the best weekends I've had in a long while. The sights were amazing, the company superb, the experience sublime.

Surf and Turf

Things have been pretty good here. In fact, they're still amazing. We've had plenty of good times here. The weather has been amazing, and it looks good for the weekend.

I'll start with what you've missed, then move onto what you will miss. I've become rather inpet at keeping you all upto date, so don't count on a full account by all means, but I'll give as much as I can.

Last Sunday we ended up going back to the Lake in the Stadtpart. The sky was bright, and I was brighter. Well, whiter. I did leave my top off for a good four hours only to get a little pink. The water was good, and the card games in the sun were fantastic. There's a group of three of us who end up playing 500 with a fourth ring-in, and we played for a good two hours or more in the sun next to the Lake. There's nothing like sitting on a slight grassy slope, a gleaming lake, and a warm kiss of the sun to accompany some good old fashioned cut throat card games.

The day of relaxation was complete ends to the day before. We participated in a City Rally, which involved walking round the entire city answering questions about Hamburg's history. It was pretty good fun, and I actually got to see some sights I've never seeen before. Like this old old old part of the city, built in 1670.

Last night we ended up going to a "small" brewhouse here in Hamburg. I say small because it's a local business brewing its own beer. Its premises, however, are far from that. Catacombs describes it best. Or Bat Cave. We started with four, and ended the night with seven, which was probably a good thing seeing as we purchased a 10 litre keg of their finest beer. It was good. The fact we played a fun drinking game had no effect on the comsumption, no, of course not. The fact we were loud and having a riotous time doing so didn't either. It was great fun, and we're already planning a large group to head back there again to pillage their 20 litre keg. The beer was that good.

This brings us to the now. Tomorrow morning at the ungodly hour of 5:40 am we head out on a train to Amsterdam. Should be a fun journey, being 18 in total, and most planning to come straight from town. A five hour train trip never looked to promise such....interesting times. We'll be there all of Friday, Saturday, and leave Sunday evening. That leaves plenty of time to visit the Van Gogh museum, not that I haven't been there before, but this time I'll get to walk not run through it (I'll let you know what it's like Kat). Other options include taking a quick train to the smaller cities outside Amsterdam - I hear Rotterdam is good, and the Hague could prove educational. Photos will be supplied.

The only thing concerning me is that we're yet to book accomodation. Well, most have. Elaine and I haven't yet. I'm trusting her experience in finding good places upon arrival. Plus, most places tend to have beds only available upon arrival or booking in person. Smart Europeans taking us galavanting lawyers into account.

So, onto future plans. The following week is a long weekend, with Tuesday week being a public holiday. Some have class on the Monday and are skipping it. I on the other hand will have a longer weekend. My next class is the following Monday, so I get a week long long weekend. Thinking about utilising this to go visit Iceland or Stockholm before it gets too cold, or possibly going to somewhere like Italy or Spain where I can see bucket loads of stuff in a week. The best option is simply to check out www.lastminute.de which provides cheap flights and accomodation in one all inclusive price. I might just gamble and pick something cheap. You will find out I'm sure.

The other thing I'm looking into is the option of doing a Masters of Law somewhere in Germany or the USA. I'm just enjoying this resurgence of comparative studies far too interesting and stimulating. It really tests my knowledge and discussion skills. If I can find something like that out there, I'll think damn hard about it.

Now if you've skimmed through this, you'll pick up some little tidbits here. I've been given free access to the Grand Piano here at Bucerius. Something I've relished. I don't think I've played the piano so much in the last couple of days in a long long long time. And it feels good. Damn good. But with it comes a price. I'm getting bugged to play at the Opening Ceremony here. Something I could do quite easily now I think. We'll see.

Other little tidbit is that I've just made a purchase. I'll leave the wisdom of such a purchase to you. It's a large overcoat. Wool, and canvas outside, lined with a mink-like fur with hood and all. It is the most warm coat I've ever owned, and my god it looks good. Little expensive, but you pay for quality.

Great White Hope

First things first. HSV playing Arsenal in the Champions League at Hamburg was priceless. So the ticket cost €48, but that pails in comparison to the atmosphere. It was beyond electric. It was insane. And the seats. My god they were good. See for yourself. That's Franz Beckenbauer in the lit section. We were in the perfect spot to see Novisky's goal - the curling shot into the top right hand corner. Stunning.

There were 8 of us sitting together, and a total of 12 of us going there together. The only comment I need make is that Germans are far less polite in crowded trains than the Japanese. For starters, they all have the nerve to be almost my height so I feel slightly more crowded. The trains there were packey beyond sardine standards. You could smell the brakes melting because of the weight of the carriages. But man oh man it was so worth it.

The next day, a group of about 12 of us went to the Stadtpark in Hamburg, which has a filtered lake for swimming. I spent the entire day with my top off, and I swear I'm whiter than before. I think my skin is used to having no Ozone layer. Someone actually commented saying that I look whiter. Great, I'm getting bleached from the sun.

But you can see how stunning this place was. We were there for over five hours just swimming, eating, and playing card games. It was amazing. And this weather is supposed to last for September.

Other news is that it's Chinatime in Hamburg. A celebration of its sister city links with Shanghai. So the whole waterfront is done up with Asian themes, Asian markets and Asian food places. It's so good. And there's apparently fireworks coming our way tonight I think. Pity that I have to attend this reunion thing at Bucerius.

Which reminds me, currently getting ready for a networking afternoon with German and European law firms. I'm going to bag me a job here if I can. Wish me luck.

I've also booked a train ticket for next weekend. There's a group of 12 of us (what is it with this number and me this week?) going to Amsterdam for the weekend. Should be great fun. Also looking at trips to London and Dublin. I just confirmed my timetable for next half. I have 5 day weekends every week except for three occasions - once where I get a four day weekend, and another where I have a normal weekend but two days off midweek, and another which I have something on everyday except Sunday.

I'm not complaining, but I'd prefer to have a travel companion. Oh well, lifestyles of the galavanting law student.