EVG in Germany

Monday, September 25, 2006

A few more pics from the journey.............

Monday, August 07, 2006

It reads: "World Cup - the chance to be an asshole"

Thanks for reading... maybe something exciting will happen in New York worthy of being blogged about. In the meantime, I'll spare you stories about what I ate for breakfast and the really DEEP things going on in my mind.


Thursday, July 20, 2006


Sorry about the total lack of attention to this thing in the past week or so; it's amazing what a little bit of debilitating Spanish heat and the lure of lush tropical beaches will do to your work ethic.

Long story short, Ibiza was great. Rob and Jess were wonderful hosts and I have a frighteningly dark tan. We were out until 5 in the morning one night and 7 another, but overall it was a pretty tame week. Alas, I have no stories along the lines of "I knew the foam party was out of control when I had to be taken to the hospital."

In Barcelona now, meeting lots of different travelers from all over. Several girls from Quebec, actually. And, like a certain very proud Italian-Canadian I know, I have to agree that they are quite tall and beautiful. Not Denmark-on-a-bike beautiful, but it's close. And that's saying something.

I'm off to London tomorrow, and I'll hopefully get to see Arsenal play on Saturday night in their new stadium. If not, at least I'll get to hang with some friends there.

Then it's back to New York on Sunday. I arrive at JFK at 4 o'clock on a Lufthansa flight from Frankfurt. Try not to make the "Welcome Home" sign too big; I wouldn't want to make the other passengers feel less special.

Until next time...

PS I plan on posting pictures once I'm home. Don't get so close to the edge of your seat; you'll fall off.

Tuesday, July 11, 2006


As a co-creator of the now world-famous San Loco run (a two-borough affair nowadays), I have always felt a certain duty to come up with new and exciting gastric endeavors. With that in mind, I offer you -- and the world at large -- my latest concept: dönerism, or tourism by döner.

I came up with the idea of dönerism yesterday on my final day in Berlin. After a shockingly long trip to a Citibank to try to scrounge up some cash, I found myself a bit hungry. Since I was completely on the other side of Berlin, I could go just about anywhere for a bite to eat and it would be on my way home. That's when I decided to return to the place that started it all.

Back in January 2001 when I visited Berlin with my brother and a college friend, the döner was nothing more than a twinkle in my eye. In fact, I'd never even heard of the thing. Thanks to about six trips in seven days to the Bodrum on Schönleinstrasse, life would never be the same.

Three train lines and two transfers later and I was chowing down on a massive lamb (?) sandwich with all the fixins.

Afterwards I remembered that there was a sweet vinyl store around the corner, so I tried to find it again. Alas, like most great record stores all over the world, it's dead and gone by now. I did happen upon a Turkish CD/bookstore though, and understood when the guy said "German books are in the back." Alas, I didn't have the heart to tell him I didn't speak any of the languages in any of his books.

But it got me thinking... wouldn't it be nice if there was a Web site where you could find the best döner shops in any particular town (all döner is not created equal, which is odd, since Jesus surely had something to do with its creation)? You'd also be able to find out what's cool nearby, which in turn, would give you Dönerism: Tourism by döner.

Anyway, that was my last thought before leaving Berlin. I flew to Mallorca this morning, went and saw the Schloss they have here and then headed to the beach, where as I was told to mention, there were many many beautiful boobies on display. I am ashamed to say I took a couple pictures.

Until next time... karma says I'm never never getting laid again...

Thursday, July 06, 2006


I made it back to Berlin without too much trouble (after a trip to Malmö, Sweden for lunch), but truth be told, I dropped the credit card at a bar on Tuesday night so I could afford a few pints with some Irishmen. (John and Paul, incidentally. I chose to remember their names by thinking of the Pope. They said it's easier to think of the Beatles, and I think I have to agree. Nice guys either way )

Figured I'd share with you a few of the "Quotes of the Day" that fell through the cracks when I couldn't post for a few days:

"I feel like we should check it out. Of course, I might have to hit the ATM first." -- Brandon, 11:26 PM on June 13th, as we discussed whether to walk through Amsterdam's famed red light district.

"I know the land shark very well." -- Brandon, in Luxembourg, June 16th at 7:15 PM.

"I LOVE these African teams." -- Orly, in Köln, as Trinidad and Tobago was singing along to their national anthem prior to playing England.

"Good thing I'm dirty." -- Orly, at some point on June 15th, and I've since totally forgotten the context.

And finally... the Grand Prize Winner.....

"Another day, another döner." -- Ilan, June 20th, 9:55 PM.

Until next time... I'm off to find a Middle Eastern sandwich-type thing...

Tuesday, July 04, 2006


Happy Fourth of July! In the words often repeated on this trip... "America... F*** YEAH!"


  • I have about 170 kronurs left. I think I'll make it.
  • It's amazing how much reading you can get done when trying not to spend money on anything.
  • There's this great park in the center of Copenhagen called the Kongens Have (King's Park, I think), and right across the street there's this AWESOME sandwich shop called Lolles. In there you can get a phat sandwich for 35 DKK (approx. six bucks) and then take it across the street to eat in the park. Not incidentally, it should be noted that the way-too-cute girl working there is way too cute. I've been back twice now, in an unintentional attempt to learn the Danish word for stalker.
  • There is a Citibank pretty much walking distance from Raffi's in Berlin. I'll be dropping by there on Thursday.
  • I remembered a funny moment from hanging out with French dudes on Saturday night. One guy was trying to tell me about something at an American university. He kept saying, "You know, arr-vare?" Me: "Uh...." Him: "You must know arr-vare?" Me: "Uh..." It went on like this for a full minute... Then Other French Guy says: "He's saying Harvard." Me: "Ohhhhhh!" The moral, as always, is the French have funny accents.
Until next patriotic explosion in the sky...

Monday, July 03, 2006


Ladies and gentleman, meet Murphy. Murphy, you see, is the man who came up with the ubiquitous Murphy's Law. It states, quite correctly, that "Whatever can go wrong, will go wrong." (Though there are apparently other ways you can say it too.)

It is with this in mind, of course, that I ask you to travel with me to Copenhagen, Denmark. Before leaving for Denmark, I made the prudent decision to leave the bulk of my euros in a drawer in Raffi's apartment. I brought along some 75 euros thinking I would just go to the ATM upon arrival and scoop up some Danish Kronurs. Of course, life isn't ever quite so simple -- especially when crisscrossing Europe.

I made it to my hotel, checked in and -- after watching England miss penalty after penalty* -- headed to the city center to find a bank, a meal and a view of the France-Brazil match.

After wandering for a bit, I spotted and ATM and stepped right up.

"1000 kronurs please," I said expectantly to the machine.

"May I have your PIN number," it asked politely.

"Why yes, it is xxxx," I told it, replacing the x's for the correct numbers. Naturally.

The ATM then appeared to think quite thoughtfully for a moment, as thinking generally tends to be, before informing me, less politely than before, "Your card is expired." There was no "I'm sorry sir" or "Let me just check again." That was that. Card spit up. Not even a goodbye.

I decided to have a seat in a nearby park and have a bit of a think. It turns out, as you may have deciphered from earlier posts, that thinking hasn't been my strong suit lately, but I'm happy to report that this time I did a bit better.

I found the nearest pub, stepped up to the bar and asked the barman if he took Visa. He did and poured me a Guinness with haste. I also managed to make quick friends with about 5 Frenchman and, over the course of the next 7 hours, spent maybe $30 and drank quite a few beers. In Copenhagen, where a beer will set you back about 8 bucks, that's a pretty good accomplishment, actually. Special thank you to Thierry Henry for making the French festive.

In the ensuing days, I've found that you can hang in Copenhagen on the cheap if you just do things right.

  • I found a hotel that included free dinner AND free breakfast. And they let me borrow a bike. And when you're on a moving bike, I'm pretty sure it's impossible to spend money.
  • If you wait for your McBacon Jr. long enough at McDonald's the nice girl will offer you a free drink. Instead, ask for a small fries. She'll hook you up.
  • Lots of hotels leave fruit out during breakfast. Grab yourself an extra orange or two and eat it later in a park. This is a safer bet than the banana, which is more likely to become a smoothie in your bag at some point during the day.
  • Two computers in the Copenhagen visitors center have free internet. You have to fight off one-finger-typers from who-knows-where, but you can eventually surf gratis.
  • If you're really desperate for free entertainment, the three-minute snippets they let you see of 40-Year-Old Virgin on the hotel TV are enough. Also, Bad Boys 2 was worth watching, but only because it's been weeks since I've seen anything in English. Other than that, it is a stinking turd of bad acting and unfunniness. And that is me trying to be kind.
  • And finally, thank the good lord that you carry an extra credit card.

I have about 450 kronurs cash, which is the equivalent of about $100, except that everything is expensive as shit here. I head back to Berlin on Wednesday, where I hear EVERYTHING is going to be on sale. Wooo!

Until next time...

TheEVG without M-O-N-EEEE

*Sorry to the English among you. The difference between the English and the Germans when it comes to penalties is striking. As German went to PKs on Friday, everyone was confident they'd win. It was clear, though I wasn't with any English at the time, that the same could not be said on Saturday. At least you're rid of Sven.