Saturday, May 23, 2009

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blue Nights (Part 3 of 3)

Hirtshals The third day was the last. We collected all seasoned sailors salute and drunken way to the station, and caught our train up Trekroner succession. The sun was shining in the sky and in our hearts.

- WHITE MORNING Josema -

On the train we had a very good, because most seats were occupied, so we fight the six hours of travel by relocating each snap. This, added to going to visit us or offer food pool, kept us entertained during the trip, and I guess even he could disturb other passengers on the train, seeing so much movement of people and bags in all directions.
stopped in Odense, the birthplace of Hans Christian Andersen. The weather turned nasty. The wind was cold and raining. We went for a walk, but with this percale ride consisted of a door out of the station and enter another, with humorous laughter on our part. We took another train to Roskilde (in this part of the route must cross a bridge sets world's longest tunnel, the Bælt Store, an impressive construction.) In Roskilde five little minutes more and we hope eventually caught the train that took us to our Korallen wanted.

- THE STORE OF BÆLT-MEGAPUENTE

Since that day, several events have occurred. One was the farewell of Vianney, who travels to France on their own feet or by bureaucratic problems, will be repatriated. It was a very enjoyable fiestecilla consisting of dinner and a water fight. Yesterday we also had warned that there was a party at RUC. I did not want to go, but, pressured by Pasquale, we approach. Luckily the party was over, so we went back to Korallen, anger and I relieved.
ago a couple of days I went with Pasquale to the mall because he had seemed a skateboard ("... whether young children can do for me will be even easier. ") Broke it in situ, three minutes after buying it, as he proved in a parking lot. Doth it and bought another. Hours later, when just out of plastic, Vianney was assembled and destroyed it. One more reason to continue the perpetual unhappiness Pasquale.
And the days keep passing, and after tomorrow I go to the university's international office in July to say that the room can give 32 to another.

Friday, May 22, 2009

Kates Playground Planetsuzy

Blue Nights (Part 2 of 3)

next day breakfast coffee and pastries purchased the pool, and we took the little train to Hjørring. From there we took a train to Frederikshavn, where Mike came across with a partner who had not seen since the first race, and from Frederikshavn caught a third train to Skagen, the northernmost town of Denmark (excluding Greenland and the islands Faroe).
Skagen, we as a people is quite birrioso, is known for Grenen, an elongated beach into the ocean, separating the northern Baltic Sea. These two seas at the end of this spit of sand, creating a curious effect on the waves and tides a strange sound coming in opposite directions. I guess it will also create dangerous undercurrents, the beach because there were several signs warning of danger of death to the unfortunate who dared to swim.

There is a march of four or five miles from Skagen to Grenada, you have to do on foot. On the way I found a great map of Norway. Just before the end is the lighthouse. I went to look around, and discovered it could raise ten-crown coin. No one was paid, but a piggy bank. I paid (not because I are spreading the honesty Danish but because there were several Danish side and would not look bad), and climbed to the top of a vertiginous spiral staircase. The views were breathtaking, but ended up taking more photos the complex set of lenses the beacon (beacon that the data is there, it was made in Paris).
I went down again and, barefoot and alone, I did the last stretch to the point where two oceans collide. There I met again with the rest of the team. We hang the coats and sweaters on the rack (the rack was a dead tree, is that we're sticking functionalism), we take the towels to the beach, and eat sandwiches.

- THE most extreme point of Grenada and, therefore, of Denmark -

After lunch we take a little sun and play with the spades. Began to intensify the cold, so things picked up and returned to the village. The group split. Some girls, frightened by the cold and the duration of the march, decided to return in a tractorcillo he had and led people. Those who returned were walking accumulating pieces of wood in a bucket for later bonfire (fire that excuse that reveals the future, was not carried out) and climb the lighthouse.
As we waited in the rain in Skagen we take a coffee in a bar (and chips left over to them earlier occupants of the table). Then, more trains: from Skagen to Frederikshavn in Frederikshavn Hjørring. In Hjørring we have a walk. The village was very nice, with many sculptures on the street and quite animated. At the station, while waiting, and Mike played Josema blades a few meters from the tracks.
In Hirtshals we expected a breathtaking sunset and dinner. Then we went to the hostel common room, where there were some Danes sitting on sofas, with the table full of French fries and Cokes, watching Eurovision. Enthusiastic welcome to Denmark and Spain, and they (would have fifty or sixty years) did the same, with more courtesy that enthusiasm. In applauded scores points were given to both countries, and also of Norway, which is spreading the feeling we Scandinavia. When the show ended, and with nothing better to do, we went to the room where I told jokes until everyone is asleep. And then I fell asleep.

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Motion Sensors For Dogs

Blue Nights (Part 1 of 3)

I spent a couple of days in Jutland. Well, I spent a short week ago, but I take liberty to discuss it with more temporal proximity, because time is malleable, as we know we have seen the amazing final episode of the fifth season of LOST.
We left a sunny morning with our backpacks loaded with two baskets full of food Fakta unhealthy purchased by the pool. We had an InterRail ticket that allowed us, in less than six hours to reach the other side of the country, Hjørring city in Jutland. The trip was very peaceful. The landscape was monotonous but beautiful: grass and more meadows, occasional grove, tiny villages and scattered houses. On the train we were laughing a lot, playing with names of other people beat us in front and we had to guess who we were (this child may seem, offers plenty of twisted minds as a ours).

We, as I say, Hjørring, where we caught a little train station to our people, Hirtshals. This second train was more like a bus, was empty and had to ask the stops hitting a button. What function these Danes.
Hirtshals is a small but important because of its port, many ships coming from Norway. So every time we looked we saw huge sea ferries and the occasional freighter arriving or leaving. A sea very nice, by the way, when the sun took much longer to wear. We walked to our hotel, which was at the end of a row houses that overlooked the beach. We took our room and went down to the sand. I guess
know that, as in winter the sun never went Kiruna in summer never will. In Hirtshals the sun set, but the light of day was never going down. The sun set at 9.34, and the sky went orange and violet colored midnight. So yes I thought would be completely black, but it was not, the purple horizon continued until, at about 2.30, was beginning to clear. But one thing.

saw the sunset from the lighthouse of the town, which is very beautiful and is surrounded by bunkers underground. Then we went back to the hotel and had dinner with tomato rice. There were two teams, the chefs and the sinks, telling me in the latter.
The expedition members were Fer, Eva, Paula, Josema, Blanca, Maite, Mike, Sandra (the only non-English, poor) and me.
Once dry the dishes, we went to the beach to watch the stars and try to ignite a fire. Despite the availability of toilet paper the hotel, it was impossible, because straw and wood were very wet. Ice cream, went to the hotel and slept in our bed each and God in everyone.

Thursday, May 14, 2009

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Tour Copenhagen

Yesterday was very entertaining. At noon, Josema, Sam, Fer and I took the bikes and headed to Copenhagen. I guess that you will have lost track of my bike. I will make a brief flashback of what happened to her. Yuuuummmmm ...
My bike was engaged in Christiania, and I had lost the key to the lock. I was afraid to take her in case anyone thought that was stealing and hit me or beat me throwing a hand grenade. One day, however, I jumped and grabbed her and took her to Trekroner. On the way I got the ride of stupidity of the lock as believing that reompería. It was, as I say, stupid. The chain is caught in the sprocket and the spokes are twisted. I left my bike next to the station and there still poor, useless, serving multiple spiders accommodation until the rust consume.
Yuuuuuummm. I pedaled the bike of Jesus, a very nice Australian girl. Halfway up to Ålholm (put my name because I like to write that A rare), we stayed with the girls. Sam turned to Trekroner and Josema, Per and I were craving something to eat. We went to the supermarket with the humble intention to buy some chips. I do not know what happened to us, suddenly we entered a consumerist lust uncontrollable and just buy Toblerone, Cokes, candy, cookies, bananas, grapes, and even a cucumber. We left, and two sips of Coke after discovered that we were inflated and had been in a state of total insanity. They
Eva and Blanche, and to resume the road. We arrived safely at the town hall square in Copenhagen, and we turned toward the beach Amager. Suddenly, as we cross the bridge Langebro (which occupy the top 11 on my list), suna an alarm. We stand in the way a fence with intermittent lights. We stopped, confused. Begins to build a squad of cyclists and cars. Then, before our astonished eyes, the bridge starts to rise before us, to be almost perpendicular to the ground. Falls off all dust. And a piece of boat crosses the bridge the gap left. Then Gently, the pavement regains its flat, raise the fence, and traffic began flowing again. We stayed a little longer on the bridge, watching the horizon Knippelsbro how the bridge (as 5) is opened to let the freighter. Then continue the adventure. We stayed with Rocío
at the door of a Fakta in Amagerbro (the neighborhood of the University). As we waited and ate Doritos, I saw a guy who was very familiar. I followed him. Started walking in the opposite direction, and then approached him and asked if he had acted in "The Boss of It All", one of von Trier's films. The guy I mumbled yes. I say that the film is very good, but he passed me and leaves. Then it happens again, but not looking at me. Then back again. What guy rarer, male, I thought. There were also a couple of guys with earphones and microphones. With the fly behind the ear, we look around us, until we saw on a balcony on a film camera. Everything fell into place. The actor in question, Jens Albinus, one of the actors who usually hire Lars von Trier, was in the middle of a recording, hence the brevity and for its brown clothing. How exciting.
order not to prevent more shooting, we went to our destination: the beach. We take chocolate chip cookies, bananas and grapes, and then went outside the airport to watch planes land. There's a place you see them pass a stone's throw over your head.
bike yet, we returned to Christiania, where we chatted a while. Without incident to report, I returned to Korallen and with a severe stomach pain caused by my diet messy, I fell asleep. Celia
dreamed I would fall off the roof of Black Diamond, do not ask me why. Goodbye.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

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tuenti The offensive insinuation exclusive Miriam

- LOS DOS PABLOS, ANA & ME, ONE OF THE 9 DAYS WERE HERE -
Interestingly
I've done at this time. This is what suggests the tuenti me to tell me to change my state, which has two hundred and fifty days being "I'm in Roskilde.
In recent days, for example, have taken two scares me to death. One was a large spider that I crossed an empty street on a cold night Korallen again. The other shock was the first Wednesday of May, being with my friends. It was raining and cold and wind. A mediamañana suddenly sounds a piercing sound and fierce. Afraid, I go outside. It's a sound so grave that appears to come from nowhere but the sky itself. Stops. Five minutes later, the siren (Because it sounded like a siren) resumes. As I run through the halls of Korallen, I am thinking something dodgy has happened in the world (which took off two hundred and fifty days) and the bellicose Denmark has gone to war with another country. I think sending a text message of farewell to my family, but the siren stops. Five minutes later
resumes, this time in a more profound and sinister. The parka should be ready to fly over our heads. I go to the Danish Kitchen. There are several quiet Danish television. These Danes are quiet even in wartime. I wonder what the hell happens to me and say that every year, the first Wednesday of May testa throughout the country the air-raid sirens to ensure its proper functioning.
Yes it works, dammit.

- YOUR CHILD AND / O / U / E BROTHER AND / O / U / E NEPHEW AND / O / U / E NIETO Y / O / U / E AMIGO Y / O / U / RICARDO E ENEMY playing harmonica -

More interesting things have happened. The next day we went to Hillerød, to see the castle and wander around. The fact is that without eating or drinking, we were stuck in a conciertillo offered by a septuagenarian choir, singing patriotic and religious themes with their angelic voices. The audience also consisted of a lot the seventies, with their blankets over their legs (it was on the terrace of a coffee) and pastries. And we there with our pints shaggy, that in our lives we will be an equal. They had a slip of paper with the lyrics of songs and we even dared to sing a paragraph unintelligible.

- ANA, PAUL AND PAUL IN THE BEACH OF ROSKILDE -

Another day we went to Tivoli. I bought the multi-ticket, or to get on whatever I wanted. Comprártelo is useful if you want to ride in more than three attractions, because each ride costs 60 crowns and multi-ultra-ticket costs 200. Using accounts approximately, we got two free-fall times, twice in the supercolumpio rotating once on the throne of Pacal (with consequences most dire reasons emetics), entered a home with funny tests in a very buggy Suavito to counter, and nine times in the roller coaster. It was a fun afternoon. Then we went to Christiania to buy sixteen chocolate chip cookies, that my friends liked them.
Tivoli next day my friends left, taking the plane just barely. My room has regained some order, but chaos and dirt are still the dominant norm. After several days of wind and rain, yesterday the sun shone again. Evening was Marianne's birthday and we celebrated with a meal he ate so much that he almost created a black hole in my stomach. I prepared a very rich strawberry milkshake, and I had the cunning to hold back for a drink in the room this morning I came from knob. The party ended at dawn, that is, at 3.30 am.

- Mariangela, PASQUALE, FER Y YO. EYE TO MY NEW SHIRT -

Well, I'm going to walk around the lake with Pasquale. Although maybe I should rethink this plan and devote myself to clean. The alfrombra oozes filth. I'll see what I do. Goodbye.

Sunday, May 3, 2009

Red Spot On Nose That Won't Go Away



There are several residences
you can be: there one called Filosofparken, another that is the Rockwool Kollegiet (the Blue Tower), another that is the Trekroner Kollegiet, and the most evil of all, Korallen. I can not tell me about the other proque not know too much, but more objective data:
- Korallen is the most expensive of all.
- Korallen, unlike others, has a private bathroom in each room. In other homes must be shared with another person.
- Korallen have kitchens in each room, and communal kitchens. Other residences have communal kitchens, but are shared with fewer people than in Korallen. So, in my opinion, I think that cohabitation in Korallen is easier and with more people.
- is the residence Korallen catches farther from the train station and supermarket. This detail, in principle superfluous, is a serious setback when it arrives at six o'clock, to one degree below zero, after spending all night out in Copenhagen. Korallen is far away and think "God, I wish I lived in the Blue Tower."
- For spring and summer, have a lawn Korallen great for eating and sunbathing, and balconies for barbecues. The other homes have less open space.
actually feel a bit like how you stay home. There comes a point where the homes are very attuned each other, and no matter where you live, you can go to any party or any kitchen for coffee. On campus there is good atmosphere, with the exception of a drug gang (noooooo, just kidding) and carnivorous spiders. I asked for internal
from Spain, from 1 September at the International Bureau of RUC, which is where does the rest of the paperwork. They said an address in Roskilde in which ask for the key. Everything was very simple, though very painful because I broke the wheel of the suitcase and had to take her weight around Roskilde. There have been people who have come here without a residence, but within a few days just getting it, after going to the International Office in person.
do not know if this post will be resolved any doubts. I only tell you what I'm doing very well (the proof is the infrequency with which I write), everyone here is having very well, and that this country is very peaceful and beautiful. A greeting, and ask if you need more things, I am here pa answering.
Farewell, Miriam, have a nice name.

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Post My friends

After so many days, I make a brief connection with the blogger world. You are here Manchester's three friends, Anna, Paul and Paul. Arrived last Tuesday and since then it has been a non-stop. We walked around Copenhagen and Roskilde, and yesterday we took a ride through the fjord. On May 1 a national holiday in Denmark, and went to celebrate at Fæledparken, a huge park in downtown Copenhagen. There were thousands of people, music, campfires, tents, etc.. It was awesome. I did not know there were so many Danes, or they could drink so much. Then we went to Christiania to continue the party, but our throats were sore from the cold, and returned to Korallen.
Yesterday, after the aforementioned tour of the fjord (we forgot the forks to the picnic and we had to go to a house to ask them, and the lady, very friendly, we gave them), there was a fabulous party Korallen. The Danes held in the kitchen, but the event, monstrous, spread to the rest of the building. Chairs flew, were activated hoses, danced on tables. The poor Pablo bubble, sitting on the patio on the second floor, a chair hit him in the face, thrown from the garden chair. The other Paul had an accident when he fell from a cart and hit the tailbone with a railing. To celebrate the victory of Barcelona, \u200b\u200ba euphoric MAF climbed to a counter and showed the audience his Barca anderbuear. At four and a half with the climax of the feast, came the dawn. Marianne went with a wobbly the Blue Tower, and went back to my room to sleep between a jumble of sheets and dirty socks. My room is at a point of disorder and dirt unknown until now. Clothing, mattresses, quilts, clínex, bags, food, paper, seem to have taken power and occupy it all.
Well, that, increasingly early sunrise and sunset later, that the evenings are very long and very beautiful, the weather is perfect, Korallen flooded and foul, that there are giant spiders and mosquitos that seem helicopters. The Black Cobra continues to own, with his dark tricks on the upper floors, and adequate progress with my juggling five balls.
Now go to the jam session. In what remains of weeks, I have planning to bring my friends to Hillerød and Malmö, and if we raise enough money by collecting cans from the street, go to Tivoli.
Greetings to all.