Hellooooo World! (aka YO YOOO)

A big what’s banging from Berlin baby…  Ya boy is ’bout it ’bout it, getting busy with the back pack sack once again.  Europe 2010 has my soul stapled to it, salivating with sincere sensations. So, now that i got that ghetto goodness outta’ the way, let’s intellectualize, or better yet, let’s sensophize! And so begins the travel tales…

Germany has treated Edgard and me quite well.  YES ’tis true – we may have missed a night of sleep due to timezone technicalities, and YES, we may not fully be used to the German kezboard, where the Z and Y are playing trading places… but we’re feeling the freedom of funk out here.

When we arrived at the Düsseldorf airport on Thursday AM, our first task at hand that we had was to head to the main train station.  Sounded easy enough but beware of how whats under the hair acts when sleep is scarce.  So we asked the conductor to please point us in the direction of the main station, right, the main station.  He said travel time would be a cool 10 minutes – can’t complain about that after an 8 hour flight.  Well, the ride to the main station was more like 3 minutes which TOTALLY rocked, except, we didn’t know *THAT* was the station. About 20 minutes into the ride, we started to get a bit suspect.  We did some jibber-jabbering on the strength of bogus body language techniques and hey, it turns out we really needed to redirect to a place called Hauptbahnhof.  The cool thing about searching for this mysterious hotspot Hauptbahnhof is that nowhere in the train system does it actually say Hauptbahnhof – it says HPF.  So we finally figured out that Düsseldorf HPF means the MAIN station in Düsseldorf. We had learned our lesson the hard way – what HPF and Hauptbahnhof really meant to us was that when we saw the sign, it was time to be… Hoppin’ Off!

Cool beans.  Next, we had to phone my homegirl Marie aka Champ (Boris Becker Barcelona 2009 reference).  After loosing a couple Euros at a pay phone, we decided to hit up a clothing shop and ask them the proper procedure for dialing your homegirl in Germany.  Lady in the shop helped us out but Champ didn’t answer, so, we decided to get herring sandwiches with watermelon for desert.  YUM YUM…  About a half an hour later we went back to the same pay phone and just as i finally figured out how to get the pay phone percolating properly, the shop lady came running out – “CHAMP IS ON THE PHONE, CHAMP IS ON THE PHONE!!”… Okay, she didn’t say “champ” but you get the visual. Marie (aka Champ) tells me shes on the way – perfecto – and then, in an odd occurrence of events, Champ tells me that she’s friends with the lady in the shop!

Probably the illest illumination of irony was me being on NO sleep, staying up till 4AM to be on an OPTIMAL LIVING 101 conference call.  😉 Gotcha God… Good one!  Me (the Ex-IT tech) and Edgard (the DJ) spent the first fifteen minutes of the call trying to figure out how to get the sound input working for Skype on her computer….. IN GERMAN!!  So in short, we ended up using a sticker from our earlier airline travels to tape my iphone headphones (being used as a mic), to a lamp (being used as a mic stand), to participate in the call.

Other cool things have been

  • This letter on the keyboard Ö! (Surprisingly this has caused some confusion at home)
  • Hitting up an arena packed with jumpin’ Germans to watch their team play in the World Cup.  This includes the 250lb drunk filthy Germ (pun intended) who took a nap on my shoulder and showered my legs with his smelly saliva when he chanted for his team.
  • Champ lives on Albert Einstein Blvd.
  • Feeling like a genius because I’m usually able to figure out the word each German person is looking to say in English (the irony being here that i don’t speak any other language fluently)

What else? Okay, yes, the bathroom situation.  If you had to guess between two bathrooms to figure out which one was for you, what would you pick?  One that says: daMEN (sounds like an accurate description of me) or the one that says HERram…  Yeah you flunked too… Damen is for the divas and Herren is for the homeys. No urinals is an super indicator moving forward.

So Berlin awaits us… were going to head out now and check out what happens here on a Saturday night when two New Yawkers are strolling the streets.  BTW:  Its exactly a year since I’ve had my epiphany experiences out here last summer.  I’m definitely not drinking anything like i was during that escapade and its a different experience waking up to mediate and run, around the same time i was coming in from drinking last year. I’m also getting loads of shit for not eating meat in Germany… (Okay, really, no pun intended there)

Major flavor feelings of warmth…  Keep in touch!

As usual, On Purpose,

Jacob

PS: Make sure you check out the videos and picks talked about in this post HERE!

PPS:  This is where i was when i wrote this post:

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