Neck up parrot, we’re in Poland!

Comrades. The 22nd to the 27th of October marked my visit occupation (haha) of Poland in alliance with the red army of Clare, Sarv and Tim. After flying to Katowice, and high-tailing it immediately to Krakow for a few days, a lightning (sad and sorry) train trip to Wroclaw (after I missed my flight home, again) was executed, true to form.

Now that my tale has been divided (haha), I have BIG news, I like Rihanna. I know, I know. You may say she’s just a generic Barbadian female singer, and maybe you’re right. But I’ve also been known to find love in hopeless places (read: the Met).

To leap straight in, Krakow is a crazy town. Before I say anything, please, please, PLEASE if you go to Krakow, stay at Tom and Greg’s Party Hostel. It’s insane. All I’ll say is, Greggy and Tommo are a pair of top blokes, and after a few days there, I don’t think I’ll ever be the same again. Especially after the looks the Polish gave Tim after a non-English speaking hairdresser butchered his haircut on the eve of a visit to Auschwitz.

Krakow is a beautiful city, in saying that, I wish I’d seen a bit more of it, besides the inside of bars that is. But, as they say, C’est la vie. To use the obvious joke, I loved being at the Krak. Ya haa! And to see the silver lining, I know I definitely don’t have ADHD.

One of the main reasons I wanted to go to Poland, was to see Auschwitz. I won’t talk too much about it, but it was the most moving thing I’ve seen, and if you get even the slightest chance, you simply have to go there.

After missing my flight again (two people simply couldn’t wake me up – the mind boggles) and enduring a long train trip, hung over and sitting next to a Catholic Priest (forgive me father, for I have sinned) it was time for Wroclaw (the Venice of Poland) Wroclaw is lovely, but personally I preferred Krakow.

Apologies for how rushed this is, I’m off to Berlin tomorrow for a week, what of it?

Do widzenia, nastrovya!

Much Love,

Robbie K

It’s Oktoberfest, so PROST!!!

Brothers and sisters! The 29th September to 3rd October marked my entrance invasion (haha) of Munich and the Fatherland for the yearly extravaganza that is Oktoberfest.

Now I’ve set down the logistics for my military action, I have a BIG confession to make. Not only do I like James Blunt, BUT, in all seriousness, Oktoberfest made all my dreams come true. I’ve been stalling writing this blog; I’ve hesitated – I wanted to make sure I got it right. (I guess there’s no excuse for it being rubbish now! Ho ho!)

Firstly, I have to say a big thank you to Quest – the exchange society at UQ. It was through Quest that I met the amazing people that I was lucky enough to spend Oktoberfest with. It was a privilege to spend Oktoberfest with friends from all around the world (and with actual Germans) and it just goes to show that Quest is UQ club of the year for a reason.

Oktoberfest is insane. It’s hard to describe. Millions of people, from 16 to 80, all getting together for the sole purpose of boozing. For more than two weeks, every year. Barmaids carrying five steins per hand, dancing on the tables and traditional Bavarian meals, where if you ask for chicken, you get half a chicken and nothing else. If it had a pumping 90’s dance floor and the occasional game of Rugby on the big screen, it would be my idea of heaven.

We hit the festival three days in a row. On the third day, it got a bit out of control. I’m a competitive man. I like drinking beer, as fast as possible. I didn’t know whether to include this story, but I think it’s too good to leave out.

There’s a common game at Oktoberfest. You get up on the table, PROST, and scull your 1L stein. The crowd goes wild, and if you can’t finish it, you get booed. Hilarious for all concerned.

I decided to take on two at once.

See the video here.

 

Some time later, I was removed from the tent. Three guesses as to why…

I’ll give you a clue: it involves dancing on a table. It doesn’t involve pants.

 

Auf Wiedersehen.

Rob

 

ps. After a comment about how amazing the trip was, Tim told me to touch wood, and I didn’t. That morning, I got on the right train, going in the wrong direction, and missed my flight. Proof.

 

 

 

 

 

Mind the Gap!!!

Today was a momentous day. (Read: today refers to the 21st to the 26th of September). On this day, I travelled to London. London you ask? Didn’t they throw out you and your kind centuries ago? Yes, yes they did. Turns out they didn’t throw me far enough, what what!

Now I’ve established the backdrop to my tale (what ho!), I have a BIG confession to make old chaps. I like We The Kings. I know, I KNOW. “Check yes Juliet”? Who? When..? What does that even mean? I don’t know. All that I know is, if I ever decide to find a secret valentine, I’m calling these guys. Absolutely corking.

As I was saying old beans, London is a Mecca for Australians, a nexus for people from all walks of life, and a bubbling crucible of cultures, religions, races, food and fantasies. It’s history and tradition epitomised, where Mandy and Elizabeth rule. Enter this guy.

I’ll be Frank, I loved London. The history, the buildings, the night-life, and even the people (but not their hot dogs). I guess you could say that London was a bit of a riot! Ho ho!

Here is a list of the memorable things I saw in London:

• Trafalgar Square (I half expected to see a statue of Harry Flashman along with the other heroes)
• Big Ben
• Houses of Parliament
• Westminster Abbey (I swear there’s no room for an actual Church service in there)
• Belushi’s, Shepherd’s Bush!
• Changing of the Guards (Get your hats on!)
• Buckingham Palace
• Hyde Park
• Green Park
• The lake
• A big hill (Mitase took me there to see the city, it was fantastic!)
• Camden and the Stables (I saw the bridge where Russel Brand used to buy his drugs. Culturally stimulating.)
• Tube stations
• Chavs
• Fosters
• 2 for 1 cocktails

Here is a list of things I never thought I’d do in London:

• Become a rap superstar (that’s right, I’m on youtube!)
• Get helped home by chavs. (Seriously, check the photos)
• Ride the tube in spandex, dressed as Mario. (But I’d always dreamed of it)

Something else important happened when I was in London, it was my mum’s birthday on the 25th of September. I love my mum! So this is a big thank you to her, for everything she’s done. Woooooo!

My trip to Munich is coming up! (I leave at 9am tomorrow morning). So if I survive Oktoberfest, expect to hear from me soon!

Cheerio!

Rob

Settling in QUITE nicely, thank-you-very-much.

My manager informs me that if I’m to maintain my contract, I will have to be more (MUCHMUCHMUCH) more prolific. (Read: I don’t have a manager). On his behalf, and also on my behalf, I apologise. But at the same time, you know what? I’m having way too much fun to waste time on some boring old blog!

That being said, I have two BIG pieces of news!

1.  I like Mayday Parade. I’ve been hiding it for months, but I just can’t go on any more. With lyrics like “you’re like a black cat with a black backpack full of fireworks and you’re gonna burn the city down right now, whoooaaoooaaaoooh” can you blame me?

2. I’m at that awkward stage between two belt holes. Calamity. 

In other news, my Rugby team, the Lugi Lions, won the championship!!! Needless to say, I’m excited.  The team is primarily made up of Swedes (I was surprised too!) and are a great bunch of lads. The clubhouse feels like home, and I’m loving watching the world cup on the big screen! Feck the Irish.

I also managed to make it to the beach, (the beach you say? In Sweden? You better believe it!) and joined the gym. I’ve also started to don the humble beanie – with aplomb reckless abandon. Is it a personal choice, or are shades of my father coming out in me? You decide. Wild Ron loves the beanie.

I have two trips coming up, one to London from the 21st to the 26th, and another to Munich for Oktoberfest (what else?) so expect to hear from me soon! I’ve got a few more trips in the pipeline, if only I could afford to go everywhere like this guy! (Seriously though, if you only follow one link today, let it be that)

here is a BRAND NEW list of what I LOVE most about Sweden:

• Rugby
• Toga parties
• Nation parties
• Planning travel
• Classes start at a quarter past, not on the hour
• Being late for class
• Pirog
• Sauna
• Post sauna nudie runs
• Veronica Maggio
• Hedgehogs

Here is a (relatively exhaustive) list of what alarms me about Sweden:

• Snus
• Winter

I leave you with the words of songsmith Darren Hanlon.

Goodbye for now, but not forever.

♥

Rob

 

 

 

Hej hej! Välkommen till Sverige!!!

Hej Hej/God Morgon!

Jag heter Robbie, jag kommer from Australien, jag studerar juridik, och jag bor i Lund!!!

With the pleasantries dispensed with, I must admit that I have BIG news. After all this time, I can finally admit that I enjoy listening to Panic! At the Disco. It’s the truth – haterz gon hate. 

In other news, I’m in Sweden! The land of Blue eyes, blue skies, flaxen hair and bright flowers. Enter this guy.

This place is pretty. I am of course, referring to Lunds Univsersitet. It has me fumbling with maps, fumbling with oddly thick (read: chodish) paper money, and mumbling English to Swedes who speak it better than I do. Cobbled streets, grand old buildings, a even grander fountain, and fresher engineers gambolling in the undergrowth, clad in colourful overalls.

Lund is a true university town. I know this, because drinking in public is permitted (it’s true, a buff policeman told me so!), as is riding a bike whilst intoxicated. Not that I would ever do such a thing. Luckily for me, I have a bike (read: mighty steed) that would never lead me astray. Salvatore Mustang is his name, and we’re getting along great.

As well as a bike, I have a phone, (and a comviq sim card – which has the best logo ever, check out THIS little feller!) a rugby team, and many new friends.

I know you are all busy people, and because I’m a great bloke, I shan’t be selfish and rob (see what I did there?!?) you of your precious time. So, without further ado, here is a list of what I LOVE most about Sweden:

• meat paste
• meatballs
• meat-ing people
• bicycles
• fruit trees
• hedgehogs
• Willy’s
• cider
• Nudies
• riding a bike whilst intoxicated
• pretty flowers

Here is a (non-exhaustive) list of what I miss most about home:

• M
• T

Goodbye (for now) 

la bella vita

Rob

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