Also have ich gelogen (So I lied)

Yes I know I said that wouldn't be writing again for a while. But it's hard to remember everything that happens on a day to day basis without writing it down, so I'm thinking I'm going to write a post of every city I go to over the next week.

So as you may or may not have gathered the title of this post is in German, which should indicate to you that I am officially in Germany! Munich to be exact.

Now don't get me wrong I loved Edinburgh but I already have a feeling I'm going to like Germany more. The countryside is absolutely gorgeous, with these little towns nestled in foothills and the city is so metropolitan, while at the same time boasting beautiful buildings. I love it. I almost wish I was staying here for a whole day instead of going to Berlin tomorrow but I know that I'm going to love Berlin. I'm most excited for it.

Getting here was a struggle though. I got a drive to the train station in Flensburg, Northern Germany, which is about 30 min from Sonderborg. Once there, I hoped on a train to Neumunster. This is where it got complicated.

Transfers stress me out beyond belief. Turns out my ticket had the wrong platform number on it and all of the overhead announcements in the train station were in German, so I had no idea where to go. But once again, I have been floored by the kindness of strangers here in Europe. One guy on the platform must've noticed that I looked confused and asked where I was headed. I said Hamburg and he told me that he was headed that way as well and that the announcement had said that the platform had changed. Anyway he told me to follow him and he even carried my bag up and down the stairs for me. Absolutely unbelievable.

Once on the train, I felt so relieved. I love travelling by train. There's so much room and so much to look at out the window. About halfway through the journey I received another kindness from a complete stranger. We had been stopped at a station for 15 min and an announcement was made in German. Seeing my confusion, the woman sitting across from me asked if I understood what was happening. I said no, that I did not speak German. She quickly explained to me that the train was broken down and we should be heading out again in 30 min. She then said she would be my personal translator for the rest of the journey. So so nice.

I got to Munich and was overjoyed to see Sarah. It almost felt surreal. I hadn't really seen or talked to her in over a year but it felt like no time at all. After a harrowing day, it was such a comfort to finally be with her and Julie.

We headed back to hostel which was much swankier than the one I had stayed in in Edinburgh. I'm in a room with five other people that I don't know, but I don't really mind it so far. There's a couple Asians and an older lady and they all seem quiet and nice which I appreciate.

Sarah and I then went out for dinner at a place that was so German that we ended up ordering off the specials menu because we couldn't even understand what the dishes were on the actual menu, even though it was in English. THAT German.

We pretty much spent the entire meal chatting about what we've missed in each others lives and I remembered how much I love talking to her. Conversation always just flows so easily and she always has great insights. I realized how much I've missed her and I felt reassured that I was going to have a great time during this week.

Anyway I'll check back in in a few days after I've been through Berlin. Ciao for now!

PS. The showers at this hostel are my worst enemy. The pressure is so strong that it actually hurts and there's literally no room in the cubicle to get changed. So you either strip down in the middle of the bathroom or awkwardly go in and out of the stall changing your clothes for the towel and vice versa. I think the whole stereotype about Europeans being entirely comfortable with nudity might be a reality.

Cafeen nyeste medlem (Cafeen's newest member)

So as you may or may not know at this point in time, Cafeen is the student bar. Run entirely by students on a volunteer basis. The perks to being a member of the Cafeen team is that you get discount and free booze, plus you get to go on the weekend getaway drunk-a-palooza and bartend, which is something that I've missed a lot.

When I started school, an email went out that they were looking for new bartenders. Even though it's only a volunteer position, I figured it would be cool to meet people and be working behind a bar again. I filled out the application and then didn't really think of it again.

I didn't hear word back for five weeks and figured that they had chosen other people. Not a big deal, I could spend my Friday nights drinking as I usually do.

However, on Wednesday I received an email that I was in! Whut. Was not expecting that. And so I was told to report to Cafeen the following evening with my favourite fruit.

Anyone who knows me well knows that I do not like fruit. Any fruit. At all. So I chose the one that I could tolerate the best... an apple.

Fast-forward to Thursday night and I showed up at Cafeen was handed a beer and sat down to listen to the rules and how things work. After all the boring stuff, things got interesting...

I was really nervous about the fruit thing. All six new members had brought one and they varied. If we had to eat them, I was going to have some serious issues. I'm a brat.

But no, we soon found out that we had a challenge. We were going to have to make a drink that was "our fruit" themed. Kind of cool actually. I felt like I was on Masterchef. We had ten minutes to scurry around behind the bar, using the blender, liqueurs and any flavouring syrup we wanted.

I really wish I knew how to make an appletini, because that would've been sweet, but after looking around, I found apple liqueur and figured I could make some kind of girly drink.

It also soon became apparent that I was the only one with bartending experience. After I diced up a lemon and started pouring shots into cups, my fellow newbies jokingly claimed that I was cheating.

Anyway, my drink ended up being a half shot of rum, a shot of apple liqueur and a half shot of "exotic fruit" liqueur (I have no idea). Then I added sprite and some grenadine. The grenandine was mostly for colour purposes because the apple liqueur was this weird brown colour and made the drink look like shit. But as far as taste goes, I tried it and it was actually pretty awesome. The liquor wasn't too strong and the "exotic fruit" liqueur actually blended with the apple well. For kicks, I garnished the glasses with apple slices. Pretty cute, if I say so myself.

When time was up, each of our drinks were passed around and were given a score out of ten. Mine got an eight and I was only beat by a girl who had had brought bananas and had made a chocolate milk, Bailey's and banana smoothie. Easy win for her. I actually hate bananas and even I thought it was amazing.

We then got drunk. Quel shock.

I was supposed to meet up with the Germans and the Frenchies at Wunderbar later on in the evening, but I once again got too drunk (seems to be a theme these days) and ended up just going home. However, I do remember desperately wanting some pizza but being too lazy to bike and get a slice. For some reason I thought that an appropriate substitute would be bread (not toasted or anything) with cream cheese on it... I don't even know.

Anyway in other news I'm headed off to Munich tomorrow to meet up with dearest Sarah and her friend Julie. From there we're heading to Berlin on Sunday, (superrr excited for that) and then to Prague on Tuesday. I'll be back on Friday morning to my dear Sonderborg once again.

PS. I bought this absolutely gorgeous lace white shirt last week. Washed it today and it's yellow. I have no idea what dyed it but I was crushed. I loved that shirt. So, you better believe I biked back to H&M and bought it again. Got money ta blowwww. Only not really. But for 20$, it's totally worth the amount of wears that I'll get out of it and that's how I look at it.

Rough dag (Rough day)

Remember a while back I talked about the homesickness bomb that is supposed to unexpectedly drop when you enter a new country?

It dropped today.

I don't really know why. Maybe it's because I'm coming down off the high of Edinburgh or that I just have a lot of travelling coming up, but today has definitely been rough.

I woke up this morning just feeling tired. Tired of hearing five hundred different languages and none of them being English. Of having to think before I say certain things so that when I say them people will know what I mean. Tired of not knowing how to cook pre-made pasta packets because I can't read the instructions on the back.

A lot of this homesickness does have to do with language. Maybe I had forgotten how great it is to converse with native English speakers and when I was in Edinburgh I got too used to that feeling again. Because now I miss it. I was sitting at lunch today with the group and on one side of me there was a German conversation and on the other side the girls were speaking rapid French. And I just kind of sat there wishing that I had someone to share this kind of conversation with, one where we actually understand each other and can carry on without having to stop and make sure we both know what we're actually talking about.

And I know I sound a little melodramatic. I mean, I should be appreciative of the opportunity I've been given here. And I am. Most of the time I'm incredibly happy and the culture shock barely bothers me. But just today, I'm tired.

I also went today to buy all the toiletries that I had taken away from me by airport security and when I went to pay, neither of my cards were working, which frustrated me. But more than that, neither of the cashiers could speak English. I was so mad I almost walked out without my stuff, but I ended up paying cash. Again, this kind of a situation should not elicit anger and it's in no way the fault of the cashiers for not speaking English, it can just be trying sometimes. And I'm starting to understand what my exchange coordinator said about this during our Exchange Orientation last February. He said that we would have these feelings of anger and frustration, and I didn't really believe him. But that's how I feel right now.

So to make myself feel better, I'll probably do what I always do when I'm in a mood, head off to the gym to take my mind off of it and then come home and snuggle up with some dinner and Grey's Anatomy. Hopefully tomorrow will be better.

PS. The rain is also driving me crazy. I thought weather back home was wild, I literally wake up so a cloudless sky and then leave school pedalling like mad through the pouring rain.

PPS. I really don't mean to sound all complain-y. I just need to vent and since I'm the only Canadian here, the only way I can vent is to the blog...

Ane leid is ne'er enough (One language is never enough)

Check me out, the title is in Scottish slang. God my multi-culturism astounds me.

So funny story, in my last blog post I was questioning if I was still drunk from the night before. I now know that I was definitely still drunk. Why you may ask? Well I started to write a blog post about Friday night, not remembering that I had already written it. Jesus.

So, Edinburgh. Amazing, but let's do this run-down day-by-day shall we?

SATURDAY

Award for worst traveller goes to this girl. I had so many airport struggles it was unreal. First, I almost forgot my passport. Second, I got to the terminal and my bag was overweight so I had to distribute some of my stuff to the girls' bags. (As a side-note, does this not make any sense to anyone else? Isn't the weight going on the plane regardless of if it's in my bag or someone else's?) Third, I completely forgot about the 100ml liquid restriction, so I lost about 35$ worth of shampoo, conditioner and de-frizzer, all of which are impossible to find here in Denmark. Fourth, I bought a sandwich from one restaurant and brought it into another, resulting in all four of us getting kicked out. Amateur hour, I know.

So rough start to the trip.

Not to mention, the flight itself. Discount flights are great as far as prices go, but the planes are complete shit and I have a feeling that if you ever die in a plane crash, it'll be a RyanAir plane. Shaky ride, scariest landing of my life. I think we landed a little lopsided because it was quite the jolt when we hit ground.

However, once we got out the airport, I was convinced that it was totally worth it. We climbed aboard a double decker city bus and headed into town.

Syked.

Once in the city, we made our way towards Budget Backpackers Hostel. Having never stayed in a hostel, I had no idea what to expect, but I was pleasantly surprised. The place was really cool. Everything was super colorful and totally geared towards young people. There was a bar with a VW van built into it and this weird little beehive sitting area (you literally sat in the bee hive). They also had this winding staircase that went up to a loft where there were bean bag chairs and plush couches. The kitchen was also really impressive too, no shortage of cookware which was something I was worried about. 

Zee bar.

When we finally got settled in, we decided to go exploring. Edinburgh is kind of interesting because it's literally built on a steep hill with small valleys on either side of it. So you walk up one hill and onto the Royal Mile which leads up towards the castle, then you cross the street and you walk back down the other side of the hill to get to New Town. We were in the Grass Market which is on the opposite side of New Town so we walked up the hill to the Royal Mile and walked through the tourist-y area of the city. Along the way we stopped in a few shops and Solene and I ended up trying on every different type of hat we could. 

Blue Steel.

Maybe it was just that we were overtired, but the hat sampling was actually hilarious. Next we headed on down the hill to find a grocery store and we happened upon...

Sweet baby Jesus, crepes.

I hadn't had a legitimate crepe since I was in Paris five years ago. I cannot even tell you how happy I was to find some. Over the happiness level of finding a McDonald's during the bike race. The key to my heart is and will always be food.

So we grabbed some crepes and walked to this tourist store that claimed to be the "Genuine Scottish Shopping Experience". This store was hilarious. Literally everything inside was tartan. Think of any object, and there was a Scottish themed version of it in this store. They also had a bagpipe soundtrack on a constant loop. I pity the workers. Anyway I picked up a Scottish shot glass for my collection back home and then we headed back to the hostel before going out.

We were told to head to a bar up the street from the hostel called Malone's. We got there and it didn't look like much from the outside, but holy shit, the inside was a whole different story. I think I found my new favourite bar.

The entrance way went up about five steps into the main bar and then it opened up into a giant hall, with a ceiling probably three stories up. You could go up a grand staircase to get up to what looked like a concert balcony that looped around the whole hall and had booths in it. The dance floor was massive and the whole place was geared towards live music. It was like the Split Crow on steroids. I was in love.

Shitty photo, but it was the best I could do.

Once again ladies and gentlemen, iOS 7

So we had a few beers here, danced to a few Tom Petty covers and then headed on home. It wasn't a wild night, but it was enough to make me a little homesick for Nova Scotia. There were so many things that were reminiscent of a good Thirsty Thursday. 

SUNDAY

What better way to start of a Sunday morning then a whiskey tour. Unbeknownst to me before coming here, Scotland is apparently famous for whiskey. I feel stupid for not knowing that, but enh, I'm not a whiskey drinker. 

The tour started off with a ride in a whiskey barrel through the process of making whiskey.

Maud really likes whiskey. 

We were then lead to a tasting room where we told about the four whiskey regions of Scotland and what each region is known for. We chose which region we wanted to try whiskey from and then we were taught how to properly taste whiskey.

It was during this tasting that I remembered I do not like whiskey.

So I was left to try to maintain some semblance of sophistication while I choked back burning whiskey and resisted the urge to make a face like some biddy doing a tequila shot. Good one.

However, the next part was really interesting. We were shown to a room which held the largest collection of whiskey in the world - over 3500. I'm all about collections and rarities and oddities so I was all over this. The oldest whiskeys in the bunch were from the late 19th century and the rarest bottle was one of only 98 in the world. So cool.

From there we headed off to lunch and did some shopping before we had a power nap and then went off to dinner. We had made a pact that we would have English style fish and chips before we left and so we found a pub that is apparently renowned for this dish. It was amazing. I never liked fish and chips before, but I definitely do now. Again, my soul belongs to food.

Then for the day's main event. The ghost tour. Solene, Maud and I all really wanted to do this, while Birte was a little bit skeptical. But we managed to convince her and so at 10pm, we met our tour guide on the Royal Mile. 

I've always been fascinated by paranormality and I would consider myself a "believer". I didn't really think I would have a problem with this tour. I was wrong.

Not only was it creepy, but it was gruesome too. The tour guide told us stories of medieval torture and of people being buried alive (apparently 1 in 10 people were accidentally buried alive back in the olden days. Medical technology sucked obviously, so sometimes low vital signs were mistaken for death. How do they know this statistic? When they had to move a graveyard and the coffins were opened, there were claw marks on the inside of the lid - people trying to get out after having woken up from a coma) This freaked me out.

But not as much as the vaults did. The vaults are underground and used to play host to black markets and criminal rings. I thought I could handle the ghost stories and the supposed experiences other people had had, but once you're down in the vaults and the air is stale and all you have for light is a candle and the guide is telling you that where you're standing is where a ghost resides... it gets hard to handle.

Anyway, in the end it was really cool. After the fact. But during it, I was almost afraid to look anywhere for fear of actually seeing a ghost.

MONDAY

Monday was my favourite day of the whole trip. We started off the morning with a hike up to Arthur's Seat. This is a look-out on the volcano that is just outside the city. The hike was pretty treacherous, but the view totally made up for all the hard work.

We were about halfway back down the mountain when Birte started whispering frantically in my ear. "Canadians, Canadians!" Keep in mind it's been six weeks since I've seen any Canadians over here. I got a little overexcited.

Me: "Where?!"

They were heading up the mountain coming towards us. How did I know who they were? Guy had on a t-shirt that said Canada on it... Yep. Canadians. And how did I greet these Canadians in questions?

Me: "Canadians!!! EHH!"

Canadians: "Ehhhhhh!"

And that's our country for you. 

We exchanged pleasantries and asked where each other were from. They were a middle-aged couple from Calgary. I excitedly told them that they were the first Canadians I'd met in Europe. They told me good luck with my studies and the rest of my trip. Day = made.

From Arthur's Seat we went on to Edinburgh Castle. Ridiculously expensive to get into, but I figured you kind of have to go to the castle if you're in Edinburgh. It was actually pretty cool. I love being in places where historical events "actually" happened. We visited the prisons and the royal chambers and everything in between.

Jail break.

We also visited the National Museum of Scotland which was also awesome. I really love museums. I could spend all day in them. I just find it so amazing that these things from thousands of years ago were really used by someone. Someone who we're never going to know how they lived or how they died, we just have this one little artifact from their life, proof that they existed. I don't know how to explain it, I just find it fascinating.

That night we went on a hostel-organized pub crawl. Granted, we only made it to three bars because in the third bar we ended up meeting a group of Scottish guys and stayed and chatted with them for a while. One thing that I can say about the Scots is that they are incredibly easy to talk to and really nice. When they found out I was from Nova Scotia, they all thought it was really funny that they used to "own" us. I kind of like knowing that little Nova Scotia is historically significant to them, because I found that Scottish culture is definitely significant and ever-present in Nova Scotian culture. It's nice to know that this relationship works both ways.

Overall, amazing trip. It was cool to learn where Nova Scotia had essentially come from and it was great meeting new people and being a tourist. Although I love living in Sonderborg, it's nice to get out and travel and I'm looking forward to doing it again this weekend when I go to Munich-Berlin-Prague.

PS. I know this was an incredibly long post, but if you're still reading this, thanks for paying attention. It took me an hour to write it and it's nice to know my work paid off.

And the winner is...

I'm too hungover to write a Danish blog title.

I'm so hungover that I am literally eating bread. Not toasted bread, not bread and butter, just bread.

Actually I'm not even sure that I'm hungover, I'm pretty sure I'm still drunk.

Never mind, I'm definitely still drunk. This is the first time in my life that I can honestly say I woke up still drunk.

I'm not really sure when the night took a turn for the worst, but I do remember leaning over the edge of the boardwalk with Victor offering to hold my hair. Fuck, I'm that girl. I'm a little shocked at myself for writing this on the Internet, but hey, I'm still drunk.

Ou, just figured out when the night took a turn. There were Jagerbombs. Five in a row if I'm correct. Fuck me, trying to show off. I really have to learn that I can't keep up with guys when it comes to drinking.

As a side-note, apparently I left my iPad in the kitchen when I was cooking dinner and some guy found it while I was drunk and sent me a message on Facebook...

Him: Hi, I've found your ipad, knock on 129 door if you want it back. Come with something for reasonable trade. ;)

HAHAHAHA. OKAY. I swear to god, I was way too drunk for this shit.

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  Sass was on level 100. More about this night later. Have to go to Edinburgh!!

Tilbage til normale (Back to normalcy...)

So we're all back in Sonderborg now from the weekend. Hopefully recovering quickly because the girls and I are off to Edinburgh this weekend. Excitement!!

I've also started to actually focus on school which is shocking and I honestly can't tell you how long this will last, but I've kind of missed having a routine and being motivated, so I'm trying to read and whatever. It's hard though because I don't have midterms here, we don't do assignments and on the odd chance that we have a presentation, we're not marked on it. So it's hard to keep myself on track without having due dates. It's a procrastinators worst nightmare.

I'm also thinking I'm going to get a gym membership. I thought I could make it four months without stepping foot in a gym and just running, but I'm going a little crazy here and I don't like the fact that I might be losing all the hard work I put in this summer. The recent purchase of a scale might also be a contributing factor in this decision.

Hmm, what else. I think that's about it. Boring post, but it's nice just to get caught up on things, especially since I've spent much of the past month drunk. I'm not proud.

PS. After Edinburgh, I'm off to Berlin, Munich and Prague. So I'll finally be writing about my travels woot! I mean I am in Europe after all, I think it's about time I explore.

Så lad os tale om Intro Tour (So let's talk about Intro Tour)

Yet another hungover post. This should not come as a shock to anyone. Seems to be the theme of this blog.

Okay so Intro Tour. Yet another orientation event brought to you by the Intro team. We were essentially told nothing about this weekend. Only that we would be away for three days, bring a sleeping bag, bathing suit and flashlights and no phones or any apparatus that can take pictures.

Shit. This is going to be interesting.

FRIDAY

So, Friday arrives and we bike to the school for 11am. Once we got there, we checked in and were given a number from one to ten. Mine was seven. Apparently these teams were "strategically" designed to help meet new people, so of course, none of my friends were in my group. 

This was okay though because I ended up with some pretty great people. Anyway we get on the bus and drive for about thirty minutes before we end up at this camp. It was kind of like the equivalent to a YMCA camp, with cabins and bunk beds and a mess hall.

We're corralled into the mess hall where we sit with our teams. The Intro team president comes out and basically goes over some ground rules, blah blah blah. Then the fun starts. Apparently there's a theme for Intro Tour every year. This year the theme was "The Circle of Life". So every team was a stage of life. For instance, Team 1 was sperm. (Classy, I know). Our team was marriage/divorce. Each team had two team leaders and they were dressed up as the theme. It was actually hilarious. Team 1 leaders were dressed in white sheets and entered the room spraying shaving cream all over the place, while Team 10 (death) entered the room as a grim reaper and skeleton.

Next, were the game makers. Now the reason we were divided into teams was not just for housing purposes. There were going to be drinking games all weekend and each game was worth a certain amount of points. Additionally, each beer we drank was worth a point if we returned the can to the bar. (They're really big on recycling here) The game makers were almost like the hosts of the weekend. They announced all the games, the rules and referee-ed. Anyway they came in dressed as Mario and Luigi. And these were like high-end costumes, not just the makeshift shit. Clearly this weekend requires serious dedication.

Then, came the start of the drinking. There was another competition for the weekend, called the King and Queen of Beer. One guy and one girl from every team were called up to the front of the room. We each had to chug a beer as fast as we could and the winner gets the coveted King/Queen of Beer t-shirt. Girls went first. Guess who got voted up there by her team. This girl.

Now I didn't win. The beer was so goddamn cold that there was no way I was winning. What came as a shock though, was that Maud won. Not that the girl can't drink, but I never imagined she could chug a beer that fast. 

So after being led out to the soccer field by the game makers, we were given the task of painting a team flag and coming up with a battle cry. Then we were given our team uniforms, which consisted of a veil and a white skirt for the girls and a tie for the guys. Adorable.

What followed was a few of the aforementioned drinking games. Let me just give you a sampling of what kind of games these were. One of them was we had to make shapes out of our bodies. The games makers would say bumblebee and we had to try it. Bunch of drunk kids piling on top of each other to make random objects... sweet. Another game was two member of each group had to go up and demonstrate as many sex positions as they could in thirty seconds. One team actually came up with 21. Whut.

After the games, we were given a break to chill out and drink. During this time, Sophia and I somehow got our hands on two massive waterguns that had been given to Team 4 (Kids). Hilarity ensues. Among the shit-disturbees, was Victor, one of the Frenchies from our group. He did not take very kindly to the water spraying and ran after us, trying to get one of our guns. Anyway, he ended up catching up to me and started reaching for the gun.

I take no responsibility for what happened next.

While we were fighting, I went to kick him and aimed for his kneecap. Kid moved at the last second. Poor guy never even had a chance.

Not realizing the damage I caused, I ran away. Apparently, the whole "being-kicked-in-the-balls-is-comparable-to-child-birth" is a thing, because I came back five minutes later and he was still on the ground. Anyway, I apologized five hundred times. I really did feel bad... even though I couldn't stop laughing. Again, I take no responsibility.

Copious amounts of beer/shots and some dinner later and we were in our rooms waiting to go on the Night Run. We had no idea what this was, only that we would be going through the woods. An Intro Team member finally came and got us and lead us down to the opening of a trail in the woods and told us to follow the glow sticks in the trees and stop at the stations. The first station was pretty tame... another cucumber race. Fuck me.

However, it was at the next station where things got interesting. The task was that we had to thread a string through all the clothes of our whole team in the least amount of time. Less clothes to thread it through, less time. Apparently the record was ten seconds; all the members of that team had gotten completely naked.

I don't remember what our time was, but I know that people wasted no time taking off clothes. A few of the members of our group got completely naked (me, not being one of them) and the rest went down to underwear or underwear and tank tops. This was fine, except let me stress the fact how fucking cold it was. I wear spandex, in the winter, the minus 30 for skiing. I was completely frozen standing there with some stupid string threaded through what little I was wearing. And let's not even talk about the cleanliness of the string in question, after having touched every other team.

Anyway, the rest of the stations followed suit, a few were drinking challenges, one was that we had to match pictures of various asses to their corresponding Intro Team member owners and the last one was a clothesline race in which we had to take of our clothes again and make the longest line of clothes in under a minute. By this point, I was not taking off anymore then my layers of shirts because I was frozen.

After that, we retired to the mess hall again where we proceeded to drink way more than we should've. Our team also sucked at giving our cans back to the bar and so we started stealing other teams cans. At one point, I went up to a girl and took her can right out of her hand, she literally watched me do it. I was so drunk that I adamantly lied my ass off and told her that I did not take her can, even though I had it behind my back and she was so drunk that she believed me and walked away asking people who took her can. 

At about 3am, after over 15 hours of drinking, I called it quits and snuggled up into my top bunk. Only to be woken up four hours later by someone yelling into a megaphone and someone else aiming a leaf blower at my head.

SATURDAY

So yeah, the leaf blower was wonderful. Want to know what was even better, taking a shot of alcohol at seven in the morning that tasted like cleaning solution. Danish alcohol is disgusting.

We proceeded from there to breakfast where everyone wasted no time in cracking open a few beers. Hungover does not even begin to describe my state at that point. I was so haggard, it was unreal. We spent some time in the morning playing games, I went and had a quick power nap before I joined the Germans and the Frenchies out on the lawn. It was here where Team 11 was born. We were all kind of getting tired of constantly having to be in our assigned groups instead of being with our friends. I don't know who came up with it, but someone said as a joke that we should be Team 11, and so it began.

From there on out, we kept cheering Team 11 whenever anyone else would cheer for their own teams. I think we pretty much drove the Intro Team members crazy with our drunk shouting and clear disregard for their order of things but it was hilarious. We also copped out on any chores we were supposed to do because "we're Team 11 and we do what we want". Such shit disturbers.

The rest of the day continued along those lines. We had a supposed traditional Danish dish for dinner, which was basically shaved beef and gravy and oh my god, it was just what my alcohol-filled stomach needed. We then participated in a few more games; guys had to take a girl's bra off with their teeth, while blindfolded, etc. and were then sent off to our cabins to dress up for the theme party that night; movie characters.

I was The Incredibles with Solene and I think we pulled it off pretty well. Although by the end of the night, we had lost our masks and the "i" symbol on our chests and we just looked like two people who decided to dress the same with elbow-length gloves. But it was cool while it lasted.

Anyway, around 4:30am, I decided that I was going to call it a night. I went to the washroom and apparently while I was in there, an announcement was made that there was going to be a "Naked Mile." I missed this announcement.

So I head outside to walk back to my cabin and was greeted by naked people. Everywhere. Keep in mind I had no idea why everyone had gotten naked. And given that I was on my way home because I too drunk to get another drink, I deemed it a bad idea to join in on this naked fest.

I got home and went to bed and only found out the next morning why everyone had gotten naked. Embarrassing.

SUNDAY

I have a list of top three hangovers ever. Sunday was the second worst. And it only didn't make first because I didn't puke. But oh my god, haggard doesn't even begin to describe my state. I was so hungover, I felt like I was dreaming. And when we were woken up the leaf blower and given a chemical shot yet again it didn't wake me, it only worsened my condition. I literally don't remember eating breakfast, I was so out of mind. I must've just had it in a daze.

Sunday essentially consisted of packing up our stuff and cleaning. We then got the bus home where all of us stayed in our beds all day. Fair to say that Intro Tour definitely got the best of us.

PS. Apparently what happens at Intro Tour, stays at Intro Tour. So maybe I shouldn't be spewing these details all over the Internet, but if it helps I did leave some stuff out... So whatever.