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Just a bunch of random pics from the past couple of days

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11/03/09. 12:26:33 pm. 12 words, . Categories: News ,

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10/16/09. 04:31:32 pm. 0 words, . Categories: Random stupidity ,

Blinded

Yesterday I had what I'd call a unique experience. We went to the Blinde Kuh here in Basel, a restaurant in complete darkness. And not just the kind of darkness you're familiar with when running to the toilet in the middle of the night. No, I mean pitch black! The interesting part (I mean apart from this) is that all the waiters are actually blind, so they find their way around quite well and don't care yo much about stupid photons. You start off in the lobby where there is still light to read the menu and go to the rest rooms (just in case), and then your waiter will pick you up and you follow him in a polonaise (for the lack of a better word) to your table. You may bump into a minor obstacle here and there but so far so good. Everything smells quite intensively and you can hear people chatting on the other tables. After you found your way around your seat and know where all your glasses, your forks and the dips you just put your fingers in are, you'd think it would be less weird, but it's really not. Your mind starts playing tricks on you, and you're convinced you can see the table and the people around you (at least their contours), but really you cannot. Finding your way around the plate, cutting food etc gets even trickier. The food was really good btw, but somehow that feeling of having lost a vital sense never quite left me. Truly remarkable, and highly recommendable!

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09/24/09. 09:48:23 am. 261 words, . Categories: Life in Basel ,

Jeebus!

I may have referred to awkwardfamilyphotos.com before, but this is simply too good to be true


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09/04/09. 06:05:54 pm. 17 words, . Categories: Link of the Day , 1 comment »

Schottland (14/08/09 ? 30/08/09)

Here's the Scotland Roadtrip report. And yeah, that weird language is Luxembourgish. The real pix will follow, this is just a small treat (Click HERE). They are more or less in a chronological order, georeferenced and all that other fancy stuff that you spent a lot of time with but nobody really cares about. Also, we played Zitch dog during our trip, the result of which being that I tend to scream Zitch Dog whenever I see a dog nowadays. BTW, Scotland is full of dogs, we got a total of 483!!! Also I won.

Present: ACL       (A=Anne, C=Charel, L=Line)

Iwwert Grass/sterpenech op d?Autobunn, well de GPS data seet..
A: Zu Nice war ech e Concert lauschteren vun engem jonken Straichensemble
C: Wat hun se dann ugestrach?
A : Haydn, Debussy, Mendelsohn
C : Hei den Haydn.

Kuerzfassung vun der Autosfahrt bis op d?Fähr : Stau (den ouni Waasser) a ruppegt Iessen ( latscheg Fritten an et Veggiburger, mat Sesam öffne dich) an eventuell ruppeg Vue.
Also soss schreift jo nees keen eps heihin. Mir leien grad an eisem Berth anzeschloofen. Line kuckt Lost mat engem Auer, d?Anne méditéiert an ech liesen komesch Sachen an enger Holy Bible dei hei lait. Nodeems d?Line seng Turisten Pellen gies hat, wollt hat jo am Fong en Nickerchen haalen kommen. Ech hunnach main Audiobook Virgin Suicides gelauschtert am Restaurant, bis se ugefang hun , Country Music live ze spillen. Ausserdem hun ech nogekuckt wéi inerhalb enger Stonn den Blackjack Dësch 3 mol besaat war vun iwwergewichtegen Mammen mat Kanner ennert 10 Joer, woubai d?Kanner matgespillt hun? Eis Kajutt huet de Bléck richt ennert der Kapitainskabin, an sou gesi mir riicht wou mer hifueren. Mir hun och en Dampfmelder deen een net dierf mat an d?Dusch huelen an e mettallenen Zieps um Schaaf un deem een sech kann embrengen. Eise Zitch Dog Concour left schon ganz kräfteg, an no engem Zidderer hu mer den Auto och op d?Deck vum Boot plazéiert kritt. Sou bis muer!

Samsdeg, 15. August

Gudde Moien! Mir warden grad drop unzekommen an endleg kennen vun der Fähr erofzefueren. Mir si schon de moien um 11:30 aus der Kabin gehait gin gudd dat d?Jill net dobai ass soss wier data schon duerchgedréint ? Um Schëf ass en Typ mat engem Darwin T-shirt.

Sou mer sin ganz a Rosyth ukomm, wat een anscheinend Rossüff oder Rouseid ausschwätzt. Ech kruut den Auto an engem Steck vum naasen Bootsdeck erof an un Land, an d'Grenzkontrollen waren och net sou schlemm. Dei eenzeg Action bis dohin war e Meedchen mat bluddeger Nues aus dem Kannerspilleck vun der Fähr. Frühstück waren e Croissant an eng Schnek, frësch gebak a besser wei erward. Just den asiateschen Monsieur deen gescht beim zervéiren scho bal ageschlof as a mer e Kaffi amplatz Kola gin haat, ass nees net eenz gin an huet mer de Präis vun de Kichelcher missen 3 mol berechnen. Mir sin dun wei gesot iwer schottesche Buedem a Richtung Kirkcaldy gefuer an dun iwert méi kleng Strossen an schéin Landschaften op Elie. Mam fueren ass et alt gang, bessi Stress am Ufank, zumools nom (effektiv) 10ten Rondpoint, Tendenz steigend. Elie war nawell vlott, mir sin op de Strand gang an d'Sonn koum eraus. Et war richteg lëfteg mee angenehm, eng Millioun Quallen um Strand. Beim "Hafen" kruute mer am Take Away eng richteg original englesch Italian Pizza mat fettegem Kéiss an fettegem Belag. Puer Stitch Dogen méi spéit si mer dann awer léiwer nach d'Jacketten an den Auto sichen gang, an sin bis bei den Leuchttuurm an sou eng LOTR Ruine mat Duerchzuch gelaaf. Duerno weider op Crail, wou mer no engem kuerzen Tuer lanscht Küst en vlotten B&B fonnt hun, den Marine Hotel geheescht huet. Leider waren d'Seeview Appartementer all fort, mee dei aner waren gudd genuch, fir 30£ d'Nuecht. Nach en spadséiertuer wou dei zwee eng Spillplaatz onsecher gemach hun, an dunn zreck mat Teatime an KingKong (op der Tele). Ech hun an der teschenzeit probéiert den Noperen hier Wifi Verbindungen ze erkunden, ouni erwähnenswerten Erfolleg. Owes hu mer och do giess, ech hat en smoked Haddock Pie, d'Line Solen an d'Anne Saumon, alles ausseruerdenlech gudd (bis op d'Standart UK Geméis Beilag).

Sondeg, 16. August

Moies war nach alles verschifft, vu staarkem bis zu liichtem Fisem variéierend. Mir sin erof eise Bräckfest iesse gang, nodeems d'Anne ENDLECH an der Dusch färdeg war. Ech hu mech net sou richteg getraut en full English ze huelen, a sou hu mer eis mat Toast zeffridde gin. Hiert Gebees war zwar bessi gellisméisseg, mee soss war alles ok, och wann déi zwee mer meng Toasten all eweg giess hun. Egalwat de Charel huet vun denen zwou Portiounen Toast souvill gies an eis naischt iwereg geloos sou dat mir nach hun missten Kellogs iessen fir saat ze gin. Wéi mer eis du bis op de Wee gemach hun, ass et lues a lues opgeklärt. Mir hun eis eng kéier kuerz op a Golf Terrain veriert, an duerno dun a richtung St. Andrews weidergefuer. Dat ass eng kleng léif Stiedchen, mat enger Kiermes, ehm pardon, Gala, enger futtiser Kierch wou se di Doudeg dem Line an Anne no den héigen Wee begruewen, an soss net ganz vill intressantem ausser eiser éischter englännecher Tankstell. Weider op Dundee iwert sou eng komesch Breck, mee dëst war net weider nennenswert. Mir hun en traditionell englänneschen Big Mac giess, an eis schnell nees aus der Bascht gemach, nodeems d'Line eis nach iergent en onsichtbart Schlass wollt weisen. Duerno Arbobroath mat Tourist Center, Internet, engem futtisem Klouschter déi awer Suen kascht hätt, enger gudder duebler Rum Raisin Glace (de Charel haat nes mei Honger wei sai Mo grouss ass sou huet en zwou Glacen doubel Rhum kaaft) an weider duerch Montrose op Stonehaven. Do hu mer eng Zäitchen no enger Auberge gesicht, déi déi mer fonnt hun war eis ze déier an ausserdem hat se net genuch Zëmmeren. Also si mer mam Auto weidergefuer an hun eng besser an méi belleg fonnt, vun ausgestopften Zombie Kaatzen mol ofgesin. D'Boom hat och kee Problem datt een géif um Buedem schloofen, an no lousen war d'Anne dat glecklecht. Mir hun eis nees en Téi gemach, an sin dunn an den Haafen bei Tolbooth Tavern, en weideren Fëschrestaurant iessen gang. Och do war et wonnerbar, ech hat en Monkfish am Speckmantel mat Mullen... lecker! Dem Line sain Bett huet zwar bessi gequietscht, mee soss konnte mer gud schloofen, quite datt dei zwee Stitchdog Alpdreem haaten.

Méindes, 17. August

Mir hu moies an deem verstëpstenen Zëmmer mat zwee Italiener gefrühstückt, an ech hu menger Verdauung mol eppes gudes gedoen andeems ech en mumifizéierte Müesli giess hun. D'Line huet bezuelt, d'Boom huet dat nawell nice fonnt, an mir sin op d'Ruinen vun Dunnotar Castle gefuer, direkt em den Eck, wou enert anrem scho mol den Bravheart gefilmt gouf. Do hun ech zwar nach eng hallef Stonn verplempert, well ech am Gewulls vum Auto meng Akkuen gesicht hun, an nodeems ech nach Auto Focus Issues kuréiert hat konnte mer dunn dat pitoreskt Schlass bewonneren. Mir wolten awer schlussendlech net bis eran, well ee vu baussen vun der Klipp grad sou gudd konnt drop kucken. Den Himmel war sonneg an dei zwee sin direkt an d'Shorten gesprong. Duerno hu mer eis op bessi méi eng laang Route gemach, queesch duerch wonnerschéin Geegenden voller Bësch, Bierken, Heed, Schoof, doudeg Kannengescher etc. ZU Tomnadudelidu oder sou ähnlech hu mer puer Panini an schottechen Schokelas ausprobeiert, an iwert puer kromenalesch Weer weider a Richtung Loch Ness gekämpft. Ennerwee hu si mer nach op sou e Bierg geklomm an hun erofgekuckt. Mir hun um Loch Ness no langem sichen dann och iergentwann sou eng lusch Kabin aka Hostel fonnt, wou mer geschlof hun. Alles huet gequietscht an d'Toiletten waren bessi emständlech, mee soss war et ok. Kichen war gudd ausgerüst a mir hun eis Nuddlen gekacht mat komeschem Cheddar deen si op d'Tankstell kaafen waren. Während dem Kaachen hun mer gemengt e Fliger giff an Jugendherberge geflu kommen. Ech (Anne) hu vu Schreck mol Kreesch gedo. Schliesslech hu mer rausfonnt datt et e Kampffliger war, den seng Übungen gemaach huet. Duerno ware mer nach bei de Séi mat engem ruppegen Baccardi Breezer an engem ruppegen Cider dee mer eweg geschott hun, an nodeems mer voll gepickt waren si mer heem schlofen gang.


Denschdes, 18. August

No puer Toasten si mer a Richtung Uruqu'art Castle gefuer, dee mer och kucken gang sin. Ech war jo am Fong schon do, mee et war awer nett ze gesin, och wann d'Wieder bessi trüb war. Kee Monster a sicht, also si mer weider a Richtung Bonar Bridge gefuer bei dei Jughendherberge déi an engem aaln Schlass agebaut ass. Mir kruten praktescherweis nach en Familjen Zemmer, sin dun an dat nächst Duerf gefuer wou ech en Cheeseburger giess hun, wat ech duerno bereit hun (och wann mol keen Cheese drop war) an d'Line an d'Anne hun Gromperen ausprobéiert. Mir sin och nach op d'Plage gang stenkeg Muschelen sammelen (d'anne ass ma plackegen Féiss duercht dat eistkaalt Waasser gelaaf sou dat et no 5 minuten eng Toilette gesicht huet, me dommerweis keng do war opwuehl direkt niert der Plage e Golfterrain war), an sin dunn nees an eist Schlass gefuer, wou mer eis nach eng kéier Nuddlen gekacht hun, an d'Schlass erkundegt hun.

Mëttwoch, 19. August

Mir haten eng laang Streck haut virun eis, déi mer laanscht d'Ost Küst eropgefuer sin. Zweschenduerch si mer nach 3 Saumon'en kucken gang, dei en Waasserfall eropgesprong sin. Wick war eist eigentlecht Ziel mee e besselchen triste, sou si mer weidergefuer op John o Groats, wat bessi um verfaalen war an ausserdeem verschifft, opwuel mer d'Orkney Inselen gudd gesin hun. Mr sin also nach weider gefuer op Drunet's head, d'Spëtzt vum engleschen Festland, wou mer d'Vue genoss hun an vun enger Milliard Mecken (awer weder Mustiken nach Midges) gefriess goufen. Mir hun dun no langem sichen eng phantasteschen B&B fonnt, mee den Männi huet gemengt si geifen am leifsten net 3 Leit huelen, opwuel en hin an hier iwerluecht huet. Wei ech dunn wollt fortfueren, ass en nach nogelaf komm an gesot seng Fra hätt gesot et geif awer goen. Et war en supert Haus mat fantasteschem Ausbleck, a mir haten zmlecht Gleck mat deser Wiel. No puer Recommandatiounen si mer dunn op Thurso gefuer wou mer an den Le Bistro iessen waren. Ech hat lecker Lamm Steak, d'Line en Beaf an d'Anne sou e komeschen Pangesch (war awer mega lecker, och wann et vlait ongewinnt ass). Owes konnte mer de spektakulären Sonnenennergang bewonneren. Ausserdem hu mer eng radioaktiv verseuchten (kee Witz) Plage fonnt wou mer jegleche Kontakt mam Sand vermieden hun.

Donneschdeg, 20. August

Nodeems d'Line d'Buedzemmer an d'Schloofzemmer iwerschwemmt hat, kruute mer am Panorama Living room en Full Breakfast zervéiert mat Hirschwirchtecher dei nawell lecker waren. Mir hu nach eng Stonn mat hinnen geschwat, iwert Letzebuerg, d'Queen, hier beruflech Vergangenheet (vun Ubootbauer iwer Leuchtturmwärter war alles dobäi), etc. Duerno si mer weider iwer d'Nordküst gefuer iwer schéin Stroosen mat Luesen Schoof an béisen Bulls. Ech war op dei schlau Idee komm ennerwee d'Dier op ze man fir Fotoen ze man, an eng Sekonn drop haate mer 2 Milliounen Stiechmécken am Auto, déi sou schnell net méi wollten eraus. D'Wieder huet no schloëm Reen opgeklärt a mir hun eng vlott Plage fonnt, wou mer konnten Peanut butter mat ongebaakenem Broud iessen, an gottseidank och puer lecker Kettle Chips. Mir haten dunn e bessen Méi eng uerdentlech Unterkunft ze fannen, vue datt d'Zivilisatioun bessi mei verdeelt ass an desem Deel. En wonnerschéin B&B war just 10 min virdrun besat. Lo hu mer eppes bei enger komescher Boom fonnt, zwar mat 3 Betten mee bessi verstëpst. D'Boom seng an schwätz och di ganzen Zäit, an lo grad koum se 3 mol eran fir eis ze soen datt d'Anne hier zevill Suen gin huet (se muss grad Frühstück kafen goen). Mir sin duerno dorower gang an en Hotel wou mer zunuecht giess hun. Ech an d'Anne haaten panéiert Scampi Tails, d'Line en kaalen Hot Saumon Salad. Wei mer zreck koumen haat d'Boom eis eng gudd Fläsch Wäin an Zemmer gestallt, wahrscheinlech ware mer déi éischt Customers déi et sou lang bei hier ausgehaal hun. Et war iwregens en Joergang 2009, wat eis net dru gehennert huet en ze schmaachen (en hat zwar kee Geschmack mee Alkohol dran). Komescherweis huet an der Nuecht keen missen méi op Toilette goen, mir si just gelegentlech vun der Boom hierem Schnarchen duercheneen gerëselt gin.

Freideg, 21. August

Ech hu als éischt missen der Boom hieren komeschen Hocker aus der Dusch operéiren, ier ech an déi klinesch propper Gemächter kont trieden. Opallefalls war ech schnell nees eraus, well ech gefahrt hun datt si oder een vun hieren komechen Jongen geif eranbriechen. Mir hu gemeng tdatt opmannst een vun hinnen an der Rulott nierwendrun muss hausen. Och wann de Geroch dëst indiquéiert huet sin et moies keng Fritten gin. Et gouf als eischt emol muuschteg Kellogs, déi schons eng Humusschicht sedimentéiert haaten, akompaniéiert vun engem Orangenjus mat Schoss. Mir hun eis alt e Glas erausgeschot, an nodeems d'Anne gemengt huet e géing picken an d'Line en nees erausgespaut huet, hun ech et mol léiwer si geloos, a mir hun e schnell nees an de Krou geschott ier d'Boom nees dobannen war. D'Mëllech fir d'Kellogs huet awer neet sou wäit dekomposéiert ausgesin wéi déi déi mer gescht fir den Téi haaten. Iergentwanns ass eng Kaatz déi opmanst sou verreckt ausgesin huet wéi déi aal baussen op d'Fensterbried gesprong an huet dem Line en Härzattack bereed. D'Toasten an de Speck an Eer waren awer ganz ok a sin och net vum selwen fortgelaaf wéi supposéiert. Mir sin du schnell geflücht, d'Anne huet nach sàin Chrechtbeemchen aus dem Bett geraumt, an mir waren frou datt mer eis bis dohin nach net de Kretz geholl haaten. Duerno si mer du weider gefuer iwert eng imens schéin Streck, an sin dun souhallef bei den Old Man of Stoer getreppelt, woubei d'Line an d'Anne hallef am Mouer ennergang sin. Duerno si mer weidergefuer bis op den Loch Assynt mam Ardveck Castle an weider Ullapools, wou mer eis neit Mätschbrout kaaf hun. Méi spéit dun hu mer eis nees op d'Sich no B&B gemach, an sin och fündeg gin no engem klengen Detour iwert eng verloosen Hallefinsel. Zemmeren waren ganz ok, an mir hun zu owes gies am Nopesch Pub wou ech en lecker Haggis haat.

Samsdeg 22. August

Nom English Breakfast an d?Inverwe Gardens, herrlech G¨¨art mat Blummen, Beem an Notzplanzen wou mer relax eng Stonn verbruecht hun a bestemmt nach emmer net alles gesin hun. Laanscht eng Laafcourse ass de Wee weidergang bis op Lochcarron mir hun de Sightseeingwee geholl an net den direkten sou hun mer baal de ganzen Daag gebrauch a sin op flott Plaazen komm. Ennerwee hu mer Ierzebulli gekacht, mir sin op eng vlott Plage spazéieren gang an ech sin e Sandkoup/bierg erofgelaaf a gesprong, déi aaner waren ze liddereg de ganze Bierg eropzelaafen. Weider assde Wee gang an emmer mi enk bis op den Aussichtspunkt an dono ass et e flatten Bierg erofganf wou et zimleg Abenteurleg war mat nemmen enger Spur mat dem Géigenverkéier fir emmer op de ?passing places? d?Léit matten an de Kéieren etc. laanscht ze loosen. Zu Lochcaaron hun mer och schon e B&B fonnt an et éis gemüttleg gemach. Vue datt mer d?Gefill hun nemmen nach Fett ziessen hun mer owes beschloss am Café/Take Away e bessen opzepassen wat mer iessen, wat eis méi oder manner gelongen ass. Poulet séiss sauer mat Réis fir d?Anne, klengt zimleg harmlos, dommerweis ass de Poulet awer frittéiert, de Réis gottsei dank net ! Dem Charel seng Zopp war deckflösseg mat vill Rahm awer ganz gudd. Meng Baguette mat Roastbeef haat glecklecherweis keng Majo an Bailag war och Zalot an net Fritten( Déi si héi jo souguer bei der Lasagne zervéieren). No engem Koup ?How I met your mother? si mer schloofen gang.

Sonndeg 23. August

Den Dag huet scho groo ugefang an ass net grad besser gin. Mir hun et iwert d'Breck op Skye geschafft, mee mettlerweil huet et sou onmoosseg vill geschifft, dat mer am Fong net wierklech eppes gesin hun. Mir hun et dunn awer bis op Portee geschafft, an do eng vlott B&B fonnt geint 14:00, wou mer eis bei deem Hondswieder agenist hun an d'Bidden ausprobeiert hun. Mir waren owes an d'Stadt eng fetteg britech Pizza iessen an hun aus Frust owes den Braveheart gekuckt.

Méindeg 24. August

Haut sollt e spannenden Dag gin. No all deem Schiff gescht huet moies d'Sonn iwer Bierg an Dall geschengt. D'Madam vum B&B huet mer zwou grouss Schaiwen Black Pudding gebrooden, anscheinend dee beschten deen et get, an ech kann nemmen zoustëmmen. Duerno hun ech hier nach misssen weisen, wou ech déi sëlwer Ketten vu gescht font hat, well anscheinend eng Boomchen schon ugeruff an dono gefrot hat. Mir sin als eischt op Poste gefuer fier 1000 Karten anzeschecken an Enveloppen fir mai Puzzle ze kaafen. Dunn hu mer den Nord Tour ronnerem Skye gemach, deen effektiv spektakulär war, mat villen Aussiichtspunkten etc. Mi spéit si mar den Dunvegan Castle kucken gang, wou mer en Tour vum Gaart, (ok), vum Schlass (boring) an e Bootstour fir d'Séirobben kucken ze goen gemach hun. Mir hun der eng puer 100 gesin a konnten mam Boot ganz no eru fueren. Um Reckwee dunn huet d'Line an ech abemol e komescht Geräich vun Auto heiren. Ech hun am Ufank geduecht et wier just de kromenaleschn Belag vun der Strooss, me et huet sech net gin, an no kuerzer Inspektioun hun ech festgestallt datt mer e Platten haaten. Super! Also de ganzen Battaklamm aus der Mall, Krick et co eraus, deen ech am Ufank schon mol op der falscher Plaatz ugesat hun. Net hellefreich dobei war dat de Gudrong vun der Stross neet grad ganz fest war an mam Gewicht vum Auto agesackt ass. Ausserdem huet et no all deer Sonn natiirech emol ugefang mat schiffen, an Handysnetz hate mer keent. Ech sin dunn alt 50m mam platte Pneu de Bierg erof gerullt an hun en Typ fonnt de meer konnt hellefen. Mir hu mam Kompressor probeiert, de Platte mol nees bessi opzeblosen, ouni Chance. Dunn hun ech de Pneu du ganz erofmontéiert, des Kéier mam Krick op festem Kisel an op der richteger Positioun. Et war natiirlech e Loch vun historeschen Ausmoosen am Pneu, an sou hu mer d'Reserverad dropmontéiert, wat awer intressanterweis eng ganz aner Zocht Pneu war, sou datt den Auto op deer Säit méi héich stung. Den Typ aus deer Gite huet eis empfohle op Inverness oder Fort William ze fueren, wou d'Wardezeiten fir Pneuen méi kleng wieren. Also hu mer eis geint 18:00 dunn alt nees op de Wee gemach, des Kéier bessi mei gemittlech an op mei akteptablem Stroossen. Zu Fort William geint 20:30 wollte mer dunn an eng Jughendherberge fueren, hun awer net berechent datt des Stadt Ulaafspunkt fier eng Millioun Jonk Wanderer ass, déi de Ben Nevis besteigen wellen. Nodeems ech falsch ofgebéi war an op eng komesch Einbahn koum, hu mer awer nach e gnaz heemlechen B&B fonnt, wou mer eis eng Zopp am Wasserkocher gekacht hun an vun deer witzeger Madam Chineseschen Téi kritt hun. Vue datt ech zimlech freckt war vun all deem fueren si mer och relativ schnell pennen gaang.

Denschdeg 25. August

Mir sin also opgestan an kruuten vun der chinesescher Madam eng uerdentlecht Frühstück, aka Duebel Portioun Full Breaktfast. De Monsieur war emmer och ronnerem, an huet mat engem "Jolly Good" neien Toast bruecht an Téi etc. Hien huet och sech opgereegt datt seng Fra emmer souvill geing kachen, an datt déi Chinesen jo emmer entweder schaffen oder iessen. Hie wollt hier de Witz dunn erklären mee ecch mengen se huet dat net sou verstan. Ech hun him eis Pneu Situatioun erklärt an hien huet eis dei erwähnten Pneuverkeefer empfohlen, obwuel deen anscheinend recht deier wier. Mir hun d'Anne an der Stadt erausgeheit an eis dohin gemach. No kuerzen Verhandlungen hu mer decideiert dei zwee hënnescht Pneu'en ze ersetzen mat Bridgestone fir 190£. De Jhempi wollt nach wesse vu wou mir wieren, an huet no Luxembourg misstrauesch gefrot: So you're from Holland? - No actually that's a country of its own - Ah, how do you spell that?... Vu Pneuen hun se awre mei verstan, an no enger Stonn konnte mer fueren. No anfänglechen Sichen hu mer d'Anne dunn endlech erem fonnt, inkliusiv iessen an Suen. Mir sin eist Gepäck an den B&B sichen an hun eis op de Wee gemach. Et huet dann och pünktlech ugefang mega ze schiffen, an fro net wéi. Mir hun e zweschenstopp gemach an engem Café / Secondhand Bookstore, bis et just nach ganz vill gereent huet a si weider gefuer a Richtung Oban. Do si mer ronneremgelaaf, an si schlussendlech(wéi keint et anescht sin) an der Distillerie geland. Mir hun den Tour gemach an haaten de Frodo als Guide. Et war och ganz vlott a mir konnten e Caskstrength probeiren an hieren Standart 14 year old. Duerno si mer a Richtung Loch Lomond gefuer an hun eis do no enger Mecken Attack an d'Ardvorlich B&B gerett, deen allerdengs 30£/person freet fier säi Bleck op de Loch Lomond. No kuerzer Zäit hu mer och an eiser vereentener Idyll festgestallt datt den Zuch just hannert dem Zemmer fiert, a mat just hannert mengen ech 1.5m... Deen fiert awer net sou oft an der Nuecht. Iergentwann an der zweeter Halschent vum Bravheart koum och sou eng lousch franséisch Madam tocken a war bessi geschockt wei ech an der Joggingsbox opgemach hun. Soit.

Mettwoch 26. August

Mir hun ennen gesin dtt nach tonnen aner Leit am B&B waren, an déi energesch Madam vum Haus hat hiere feste Plang wien wou sollt setzen an huet déi présuméiert Fransousen (et ware Belsch) hin an hier dirigéiert (déi hun awer net vill verstan). Si hun dunn och schnell gecheckt datt mer Lëtzebuerger wieren, an trotzdem gefroot (nodeems mir eng 30 min Letzebuergesch geschwat hun) op mir dann ennert eis géifen Franséisch schwätzen. Et waren awer nawell witzeger, an d'Madam (jo et war dei vu gescht) huet gesot datt si sech net geif op den Loch Ness weenst dem Monster geif trauen. No mengem Sausage egg and bacon si mer sou lues ausgecheckt, an hun eis enert weiderem fuerchtbarem Reen op de Wee gemach. De Wee lanscht de Loch Lomond war och ganz schein, oc hwan et gro op gro war. Mir haten naischt bessres ze din an sin sou an de Sea Life "Aquarium" gefuer, wou de GPS eis mol duerch Pampa wollt schecken well déi weer nach net drop waren. Mir haaten gudderweis en Voucher (op franseisch ausgeschwat) sou datt mer nemmen 2 Entréen hu missen bezuelen. D'Otteren ware jo nach ganz putzeg, mee soss war et bessi uschass, an méi op Show wéi Zoo getrimmt... bessi nerveg. Vue datt mer nach emmer net genuch Waaser haten si mer dunn an iergentsou e komeschen Drom gefuer, deen sech am Prospekt besser unhéiren huet wéi a Realitéit. A Realitéit war en eng versifften Schwemm mat 3 Boomen an 5 verschloofenen Studenten/Schwammmeschteren an Chart Museck op volle Pulle. d'Muuschtflecken um Buedem hun eis dann och net weider beonrouegt. Natiirlech war déi ugepriesen Rutschen net op bis vill méi spéit deen Dag an ech hu missen zweemol nofroen well d'Line onbedengt drop wollt. Mir sin dunn an den KFC iergentsou en ruppegen bucket kaafen gang an nodeems et eis schlecht genuch war si mer dunn shoppen gang well ech no der neider Muse CD gesicht hun (se ass nach net eraus) oder no How I Met Your Mother (kennen se net). Duerno hu mer eis weider duerch de fuerchtbaren Verkéier gekämpft bis op Glasgow, wou mer noom Anne senger Jughendherberge gesicht hun, déi awer onpraktescherweis besat war. Du si mer also en den Tourist Info gang an hun eis do eng reservéiren geloos an sou engem louschen Hotel nierwent enger Corseterie. Nodeems 2 Ambulanzen, eng Polis an e Feierwierauto lanschtgedüst sin, hu mer eis och méi secher gespuert. An engem Ultraluschen Parking hu mer eng Platz font, an sin am Hotel angecheckt, an dem senger Lounge et verdächteg no Gras gericht huet. Dunn hu mer eist Gepäch 4 Stäck iwert eng Wendeltraap eropgeschleeft an hun eist Zemmer an engem akzeptablen Zoustand opfonnt. Just in case si mer nach en Schlummertrunk kaafen gang an den Post Office em den Eck. Jo, ech fannen et och normal datt een owes um 10 nach kann an der Post em den Eck Alkohol kaafen.

Donneschdeg, 27. August

Mir sin vun puer Sonnestrahlen erwächst gin a vum Anne sengem Handy. Ech hun dem "Hotel" sei Wifi an der Lounge benotzt wärend ech op dei zwou Schlofmutzen geward hun. Beim Frühstück hun se eis iergentwann d'Luuchten ausgeschalt a sou hu mer eis alt op de Wee gemach. Ech hun am HMV déi éischt Season How I met your mother kaaf a mir sin zreck a Richtung Loch Lomond gefuer well d'Line wollt Pedalo fueren. Mir hun schlussendlech e Kanu fir eng Stonn geholl an dat ass och besser gang wei erward. No engem Mettegiessen / Muffin si mer dunn op Stirling gefuer, an hun eis am Tourist Office en B&B reservéiren geloos, deen och ganz ok war. D'Madam vum Haus huet bessi gestresst gewierkt an huet eis gebeicht datt hier Duechter grad e Puppelchen kruut an um duerchdréinen ass. Et huet dann alt och nees sou richteg ugefang mat schiffen, an no sou enger komescher Teles Serie wou zwou schrull Damen iergentengem Drecksack sein Haus botzen si mer an d'Stadt gefuer fir eng lecker schmecker Dominos Pizza z'iessen. Um Heemwee hu mer eis nach eng fuerchtbar ruppeg Fläsch Valponicello kaaf an HIMYM gekuckt.

Freideg, 28. August

Mir kruuten nees en Full breakfast an hun eis am schlechte Wieder Richtung Edinburgh gemach. Vue datt eis all Mensch oofgerooden huet mam Auto bis eran ze fueren, si mer op Islington oder sou op en groussen Park & Ride gefuer an hun de Bus an d'Stadt geholl. Do si mer dunn e bessen duerchd'Géigend getrollt an sin schlusendlech am Apex International Hotel geland wou mer hi wollten, fir mol eng Kéier eng Nuecht Luxus ze hun. Mir kruuten och e vlotte Raum mat Bleck op d'Buerg, sou no datt mer owes den Military Tattoo matdudlen konnten. Mir sin duerno nach duerch di wonnerbar mee gehierlos iwerfellten Stadt gelaaf, an schlussendlech zreck an den Hotel an eise Yu Spa Resort gang deen bessi verloos war an hu vun der Piscine aus der städtescher Hektik (an engem Laptop Iwerfall) nogekuckt. Dunn si mer ongekämmt an struppeg, wéi dat sech gehéiert, an de Restaurant vum Hotel gudd iessen gang, an ech hat en leckeren Sirloin Angus Steak. Duerno si mer nach eng Kéier duerch d'Stadt gelaf an dunn HIMYM op eiser grousser Privat Telé gekuckt.

Samsdeg, 29. August

Si waren zu moieg nach eng Kéier schwammen, an duerno wollte mer frühstücken gang. Do war dunn bessi Chaos, an mir hun dräimol missen Toast an Téi bestellen, soss war et awer ganz lecker a mir sin zreck op Rosyth gefuer, wou mer hannert enger Mauer beim Mier eng leschte Kéier op eisem Gas gekacht, ier mer op d'Fähr gefuer sin.

by admin
09/04/09. 05:15:04 pm. 4766 words, . Categories: Holi-Holidays , 3 comments »

3000kms of Scotland 2009

Detailed report about our roadtrip trough Scotland (in Luxembourgish) will follow, so will tons of pictures. Here's some general thoughts:

-I finally know what it feels like to be on a high fat diet. Scottish breakfast is delicious, and so are the absolutely disgusting Fish&Chips, if you top that with a decent dinner my stomach goes on strike after a couple of days
-Surveillance is everywhere. Lord, I always thought that CCTVs wouldn't bother me that much, but here they are omnipresent and frightening.
-We had decent Scottish weather, but still I don't think I could survive there for ever. Everyone needs one of these sweaty 30°C days every once in a while!
-I hate tourists but I love to travel
-I need to get a tele lens
-There are a lot of dead bunny rabbits in various degrees of decomposition on Scottish streets and I haven't contributed to any of them
-You don't want to have a flat tire on the Isle of Skye combined with a spare tire that's bigger than the 3 intact ones

Here's an interactive link to our trip GPS track:


The Bbs indicate our nightly stays, for the most part Bed & Breakfasts but sometimes youth hostels and once a luxurious 4 star hotel in Edinburgh

by admin
09/01/09. 05:06:34 pm. 207 words, . Categories: News, Holi-Holidays , 5 comments »

Dear Maid...

Hilarious post on emailsfromcrazypeople.com.

by admin
07/31/09. 04:05:39 pm. 5 words, . Categories: Link of the Day ,

...

So I decided it was about time to write a bit more than the previous 5 word posts... At first I felt compelled to write (i.e. nag) about the extremely poor quality of Luxembourgish newspapers, but in the end I reckoned it has all been said already by me and others. So I'm just writing some random unimportant facts that jump into my mind.
I recently assembled a Macro lens out of Minolta parts and a fixed focus Rodenstock 68mm f/1.0 XR Heligon that was originally build for capturing x-ray experiments. It gives awesomely blurry macro images with literally no depth of field and I will post some updates as I find more time using it.
Science-wise I'm quite busy and beginning to do some progress and produce initial results, but this is still a long way ahead.
I've recently been swimming in the Rhein for the first time, which is really a shame since it's enourmous fun. People usually react shocked when I tell them, but here in Basel it's THE leisure activity number 1. Also it's WAY cleaner than the Musel/Sauer/Uelzecht...
In about a month, Line, Anne and I (and hopefully Trixy) will leave for a 2 week road trip through Scotland.
Let's hope I'll be more productive write-wise in the future...

by admin
07/12/09. 07:00:43 pm. 214 words, . Categories: News , 1 comment »

Occupation

There is a lot of talk currently going on in Luxembourg and among its bloggers about the occupation of an old house in the heart of the city. Yesterday, the police broke in, cut the electricity and wrote down the names of the occupants, then left. The house is owned by a private real estate agency, which has not yet ordered the evacuation of the occupants, as the building is scheduled to be destroyed and is only waiting for the permission of the mayor's office, and since the house is in a protected part of the old town, this usually takes some time. So I don't really get all the fuzz about this. Yeah sure, the left wing parties and student organizations called for a manifestation to show their solidarity. In a way I sympathize, I mean what harm can a couple of punks occupying a building do... But come on, even if the decision of the agency will be to evacuate the building once they have permission, nobody can complain about anything. So far no force had been applied by the government, except the breaking in part and the cutting the electricity part, both of which are absolutely comprehensible in my eyes. I mean what do you expect if you occupy a privately owned building? Can anybody expect to just walk into any vacant building they like and claim its their own? We all know what an autonomous zone for people like that would eventually turn into... So what's the alternative? I know this is a sensitive situation, which you certainly cannot resolve with stubbornness and brute force, and I don't think that those two have been applied so far in this case. So again, I don't really get why this is suddenly so much of an issue. Maybe somebody can broaden my horizon.

by admin
06/03/09. 03:08:30 pm. 305 words, . Categories: News, Luxembourg, Politics , 12 comments »

Sakura Basel

So initially I was planning on writing my Tom Ka Kai recipe that I prepared for last Movie Monday... However it really was not so much of a challenge, so I rather write about something else. Last weekend we went to the Sakura, which is a Japanese Restaurant belonging to the http://www.bahnhofrestaurants.ch/ at the SBB station in Basel. Well I must say I have pretty high standarts when it comes to Japanese food, but I gave it a fair trial. I cannot really say that I was highly disappointed, but I wouldn't see any reason to go back any time soon either. The online reservation worked very well, and the interior of the restaurant also looks appealing. The service though was on the lower end of the tolerance axis. Daniele had to wait 5 minutes at one point to get the same meal that the rest of us had ordered. I was trying out their Unayu or eel, which was alright, but miles away from the mouth wateringly good Unagi Bento dish in my all time favorite restaurant, the Kamakura in Luxembourg. Also I had tempura, which was also ok, but not sensational. The staff was mostly non-Japanese, from what I could tell, except for the sushi chefs. The sushi was also alright, but the rice was a tad on the dry side, and the fish didn't have this savouring texture that you expect. The prices were quite high. Maybe their teppan-yaki dishes (which were double the price of what we payed) are better, I cannot say...

by admin
05/14/09. 09:10:45 am. 259 words, . Categories: Life in Basel ,

toH, chovnatlh Doj ghaH tlhIngan'e'

Well worth a read... If you're a Star Trek geek or if you're a linguist... or maybe both?

by admin
05/08/09. 05:43:47 pm. 18 words, . Categories: Link of the Day ,

Smartvote.lu


This does not look too convincing... ADR as 8th best match WTF?

This guy is my closest match? http://sozialrevolutioun.blogsport.de/ jeez

EDIT: and if I check which party to choose, it says either Greng or KPL...

by admin
05/07/09. 01:23:59 pm. 38 words, . Categories: Luxembourg , 4 comments »

Asahi Heaven

I'm not a great beer person. I like a (good) beer every once in a while when I'm really thirsty, especially in summer, but that's about it. There's an exception though. Some of you may even remember my secret passion. I've run long distances and went through lots of pain (no not literally) to maybe somewhere find an Asahi bottle or two. Not the regular crap they sell through-out Europe and that's actually not imported from Japan but from the Czech Republic and that tastes nothing like the original. In the US, the only bottles I managed to find were brewed in Canada and did not taste any better. No, I mean the real stuff, that tickles my Nostalgia centers in my brain in memory of the fiery hot 2004 summer days back in good Japan. I managed once to find a 2L bottle in Luxembourg in the Sushi Place, but those days were counted. Also I found in 2005 3 bottles in a weird supermarket in Paris that I could not replicate on any other visit there. And I was reluctant to order the super expensive ones from a UK online store... I even managed to trace back the original importer that was bringing them into Europe and found out that he no longer did this, probably being on the origin of this disaster. But... but there was a sudden twist in this odysey. I was telling Daniele about this the other day, he's from Milano and is also doing his PhD in our lab. And he had the feeling that he's seen those beers around Italy. Of course many people had told me similar stories before that would only end up in another Czech disaster, so I did not get my hopes up. A few internet searches later though, I found several Italian online shops selling them, and these were the Asahi Super Dry Steiny bottles that every connoisseur knew are only produced inside Japan. So I did what every man in his right mind would do, I bribed Daniele to bring me some over next time he's back home, which was on Easter. And so he did. It weren't so many bottles, but it was enough to make my mind go in a Homer Simpson dribble mode for a couple of hours. But then I was faced a fierce challenge. I could not only open one bottle just like that, I had been waiting for it for too long, the moment had to be perfect. Finally, after long hours of meditation and mental training, I was ready for it last Saturday. I pulled the plastic from the cover, activated the overly awesome Steiny bottle opening mechanism, I heard that sound that usually only the Gods hear on their lonely mountain that is Olymp, and I almost did not dare to pour these holy contents into a dusty Leffe grail. That bright color, these reflections, the hazy light it was emitting, it almost blinded me and I had to grab a chair and sit down on my balcony, quickly reciting passages from my holy book Murakami's Norvegian Wood. The first drops were reaching my taste buds just seconds later... Ahh the glory!
As a scientist, I'm trained to look at things with an unbiased view and to recognize personal preferences. In real live however, these are often mixed with nostalgic memories and emotions. I know of course that the Asahi I was drinking was objectively probably not the best beer in the world. But in a zap it brought me back to that place that I love...



by admin
04/27/09. 08:18:10 am. 596 words, . Categories: News, Random stupidity , 6 comments »

In other news...

Yeah it's getting more and more quiet around my blog... Fact is I just have less time and ideas to write. On one hand, Line finally joined me here in Basel, meaning that I spend somewhat less time sitting in front of a computer with nothing much else to do than blog and read. One the other hand I fell like I'm spending much more time nowadays with friends and colleagues, and I guess this compensates somehow all the ramblings I'd otherwise do right here.
... anyways... Lab-wise I'm waiting for my mice to be born, while one of the genotypes I'm investigating is already there and waiting to be characterized in the next couple of weeks. The other one's more tricky, and either my Mendelian luck is down the sink or the mutation I try to obtain is embryonic lethal... Both are rather unlikely, but I may find out in a couple of days.
This weekend we tried out my new Weber über-grill that's awesomely awesome and that will probably serve us many fantastic meals throughout summer.
We're currently trying to improve our Kubb skills, gotta make it to the world series in Gotland...
I also watched some movies I did not yet have time to blog about... To make it short: K-Pax is genius, In Bruges sucked, and talking of sucking, the Hudsucker Proxy is quite good.
I also did some major clean-ups in my iTunes library and actually bought some nice CDs that I still have to further inspect before judging... Guess that's about all folks...

by admin
04/20/09. 03:37:05 pm. 258 words, . Categories: News, Blog , 4 comments »

My server ran away

Maybe you noticed, maybe not... my site wasn't accessible over the past couple of days since there was apparently a process in my gallery that ran wild and consumed too much processing power. Instead of shutting it down, the clever guys from cyon just decided they would block the whole domain, and since they also blocked my mail server they could not tell me by mail that they shut it down. So far I've been quite happy with them, hope that this was just a glitch. Now I updated the gallery and also installed a new theme, but it is still suboptimal and well organized... Any suggestions?

by admin
04/14/09. 01:36:24 pm. 107 words, . Categories: Does not compute , 1 comment »

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