Into the Neverlands

I don't loose things often. Only sometimes. Mostly when I am having good time though. Tonight's nightcanoeing session with International exchange student network along the canals of Utrecht with quite a few ducks, geese, zigzags and little progress ended up with me loosing the mobile. This happened to be the only device I had with an alarm clock (tried Ipod's - it's too delicate, I'm quite a heavy sleeper I must say and when it comes to getting up I need artillery sounds). So after looking up on line for a while I came across an online alarm. A rather annoying buzz, but hey - I don't need a lullaby...

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Do not joke with the Swedes about the fact that the most spectacular scenery in the Scandinavian peninsula starts exactly were the border parts their country with Norway, yet leaving the latter with the best. Politely nod the head when somebody tells they come from a country of which you know little or nothing. Stop saying "fair play" - nobody apart the Irish seems to understand what play and why fair. Do go to all drinks possible - on the first week many of them are free, if you're lucky you can even nick a bottle of Chilean Merlot and even if the night ends up in the most godforsaken place I've seen in Utrech so far the guys you were having drinks with yesterday will keep you company while you watch the members of the local fraternity club sporting their, as a German girl put it, Ralph Lauren shirts and heavily overgelled hair. They like their gel in the Neverlands.

Everything is almost like in ""L'Auberge Espagnole"". A brainstorm of faces, names, countries, languages, accents and subjects of study. And lots of hair gel.

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