Europe~Part Eight

I read through all my past Europe entries and I think the previous ones were really much better than my most recent one. Oh well, the trip was almost 1 year ago, and I really can’t remember much now!! I think it was also because I didn’t enjoy Switzerland much.

But Germany I enjoyed! The sinfully wonderful pork knuckle lunch, the sinfully wonderful Blackforest cake (which poor wx only ate the grape part of, I was hoping I could kapo her portion) and laughing at sm eat her apple. And the ice-wine! Oh the ice-wine! I was quite amused at first because there was a speech given by the owner of the restaurant which I think the sole purpose was to inform us how lucky we were to be able to taste the wine for free. Then suddenly, a whole assembly of waitresses in pretty dresses emerged bearing trays of the wine in tiny champagne glasses (macham like heaven like tat, the only thing lacking was the harp music). I wasn’t the alcoholic of the group, but the moment the wine hit my taste buds, my eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets because the wine was that good. I first wept tears of joy and then wept tears of despair when I found out that a small bottle (that serves 10) cost 50 euros!!

The other thing I enjoyed in Germany was the pretty scenery, of the Blackforest but also of the people. I pointed out many shuai-ges to wx and she commented that I seem to like ridiculously tall, blond guys. And I have to confess, she’s very right. I (like Hitler) have always had a thing for the very tall, very blond, sunken blue eyes and sharp nosed look (why did you think I took German as third lang). So I was kinda in Hitler-heaven in Germany.

I can’t remember much of the other stuff (what does it say about me that I can only remember the food and the guys?). Stay tuned for more scandalous stuff to come… In my favourite country, Amsterdam. (Oh no, I’d be forced to relive my memories of rooming with zh!)

Part Eight point Five
I’m adding this little except now because most of my readers would have read this entry already, thus the only people likely to read it are probably a future me, my children and their children. So nobody can accuse me of purple-ly embarrassing them.

Our night in Germany:
I was rooming with Sm that night and she emerged from the bathroom after her shower saying that the water seemed to be getting lesser and lesser. I went in to investigate and indeed the water from the shower head is a pathetic dribble. Then we heard a knock on our room door and there stood P, with her big eyes bulging out in shock and from her mouth burst forth a horrific tale.

This was what she said:
Wx was knocking on Zh’s and Wk’s door loudly and a voice that was unmistakably Wk’s gave a loud exclamation that sounded irrevocably like “oh shit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”.
And shortly after, the door opened a teeny tiny inch and Wx saw only Zh’s eyes peering at her from the slit.
Wx: What happened?
Zh: No, no, you cannot come in now!
And the door slammed shut!

Wx then quickly ran into her room to tell P who quickly ran to tell Sm and I and the four of us happily stood outside their door talking loudly about what usually happens behind closed doors.

And Wk’s reputation has been ruined (even more) from that moment on.

Actually, this was what really happened lar:

Hmmm come to think of it, I think I shan’t.