A week into Germany ...

And everything's going fine. The weather was surprisingly warm the first few days, and even -I- had to wear a tank-top in Germany, something I never thought I'd see myself do. However this exposed me to a new threat: NATURE. I've been getting itchy beyond belief thanks to our mutual threat, the insects ... and whatever bits of grass are floating out there. So far I've had to dash into the shower after walks and scrub myself desperately in an attempt to scrape them all off, so I’ve been reduced to T-shirts and hoodies for the remainder of my stay here.

Nighttimes make me wonder why I thought I’d survive Canadian winters this coming January, when I have to fly over to Vancouver Island to start uni … typically once it gets around six pm here you can find me snuggled under the covers of the small, single-bed in our “Game Room” (plus kitchen), eating some manner of snacks and waving my arms around like a doofus while I attempt to NOT kill Link …

Yes, yes, Esra’s attempt to addict me to ‘Link: Twilight Princess’ is going swimmingly, and I find myself now desperately trying to manoeuvre dungeons with a ninja control stick I swore I’d never touch.

Apart from kicking the snot out of weird purple gremlins as I ride past on Epona (and whom I sometimes accidentally hit with my sword in my desperate search for Rupees) I’ve so far had the opportunity to meet up with Piet, one of the Argo Navis on our way through Hamburg after Esra picked me up from the airport. Luckily he was along the way, and we spent a good few hours just talking.

Unfortunately plans to meet up with the rest of the Argo Navis haven’t been going too swimmingly, as Esra’s preeetty out of the way. Hopefully I’ll be able to see a few friendly faces before I go, but he’s done a lot of driving for Trish already when she visited (*shakes fist* Daaaaamn you, girl!!) and feels like it’s their turn to spend eight hours behind the wheel. I don’t have a driver’s license, either, so we can’t take turns.

In other news, I’ve been prodded, prompted, and bullied into stuffing meat down my gullet again. It’s just easier on Esra’s mom when she has to worry about feeding me, and for us as well, plus he seems to think it’s “healthier” if I can add pepperoni on that microwaveable pizza there … we went to Burger King for the first time in more than four years for me, and it wasn’t as bad as I thought it’d be. Honestly, I missed salami with pepper more than anything, and almost ate myself sick with the stuff at his mom’s house.

That’s all so far I guess. Esra’s beside me as we speak experimenting with Blender again, a 3D software, and I think I’ll go try to find that bloody Goron chief soon myself.



--Sak, out