Qoute of the Day
"And from the smoke shall come a most terrible beast and he shall be the Antichrist. And the beast will be known by the number six hundred and sixty six" - The Bible. Or possibly Bill & Ted.


Right team....

I do have a few photos, but none of the internet cafes we've been to are brave enough to let me stick things in their computers, so you'll have to wait a little while for my epic selection of over two photos!

In the meantime, we've been living the highlife in Copenhagen. Lovely place - heartily reccomend it. And the women are ridiculously beautiful... Now, that's not to say that there aren't fine examples of the feminine form back in England, or over in other countries, but here... it's just a little different. Vinny put it best when he remarked "Even the fat ugly ones are beautiful".

But we don't go in for that sort of thing obviously, and they certainly don't look twice at two scruffy unshaven backpackers arguing over how long is acceptable for one to wear a T-shirt before one commits an etiquette faux pas.

We did end up hooking up with a few random characters - A Canadian guy called Pete who was on his way to Berlin and is almost certainly (you getting this Pete?) going to put us up there for a night or two, three french guys, a Colombian couple, Laura and Daniel, and a couple of obligatory Americans.

Highlight of the first quiet night in the hostel which quickly became a drinking session:

Me: What worried me about the Iraq war was that it would put the final nail in the coffin of the relationship between the UK and Europe.

All Three French Guys As One: I wouldn't worry about it - that happened ages ago.

Me: Oh. Well then. Vodka?

I love International Politics.

The next day Pete tried to leave the country but failed miserably as his bus was cancelled, so we thought it polite to have a welcome back Canadian party (having quickly hidden the 'The Canadian's Gone Party' signs). Vinny and myself were holding court with Pete, Daniel and Laura when we were joined by the obligatory Americans. That's when tings got a little complicated, because the Colombians didn't like the Americans.... And the Canadian outright hated them.

So I leapt onto the Grenade of conversational niceties and spent 3 hours talking about Kevin Costner, world politics, why Ken Livingstone is great (without picking a side), religion (me from the 'if you study all available information JC and Satan are probably the same person' standpoint), George Bush, Jesse Ventura (my conversational combatant proud to be from his state of Minnesota, me just thinking he was quite good in Predator), why American foriegn policy is most likely to bring about the end of all things (me mostly) and how we really need more beer.

Meanwhile Vinny is holding his own quite nicely with a thoroughly well informed breakdown of the star players and relative chances of every single team in this years World Cup.

Anyway. We were talking earlier about top 5 cities in the world. We thought we'd make a list now, and then see how many get knocked off over time. We're also going to put down the 5 worst in the world as we find them and see what you have to do to get on it.

My 5 top cities (In no discernible order)

London
Bangkok
Florence
Copenhagen
Paris

Vinny's top 5 (In no discernible order)

Paris
Geneva
Copenhagen
Sydney
Cantebury

Stick your own at the bottom! The guest book can become full of people saying 'you're forgetting the charms of...' or 'I most heartily disagree', or even 'stop being a pretentious c*** '

Anyway, I'm running out of time so I'll leave you with this. We were going to go south down into Germany tommorrow to start geting excited about the football on Saturday, but we're not now. On a whim we've decided to go to Sweden and maybe Norway.

Because, and I love this, I mentioned how close we were in conversation and Vinny came up with "It would make the map on our travel blog look good".

Which is more than enough for me.

Take care people.




Results:

s***head Challenge

Mike: 24
Vinny: 19