They're comes a time when the red gorilla decided to join the blue gorillas. When fully immersed in the blue gorilla's world he eats like them, socializes like them, and starts acting like them. One day he wakes up and realizes he's turned blue.........you and me both kid.
That turning point has finally happened today when I gave a lovely visiting Italian family directions to via del corso in their native language. Maybe I'll wake up tomorrow with SPQR tattooed on my buttock.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Friday, April 2, 2010
I've added a new gadget to the blog, TWITTER! If you scroll up you'll see my five latest twitter posts. Just another way to follow your favorite study abroad student.
Monday, March 29, 2010
I'm Alive, Stop Worring
Let me start out with an apology, I'm sorry that I'm not keeping up to date with the blog. There I said it, happy now?
It's been extremely difficult to find the inspriation (and at times the motivation) to keep this blog going. But hey, I've been busy. Study Abroad inentitles actually studying. Upon that I've been playing soccer for the University's team, been trying to pick up a forigen language, learning how to cook, entertaining my family for their week long visit, traveling (which is a category in itself), creating and organizing a worldwide holiday, and starting a cult religion..................okay maybe not the last one, but you get the picture.
Thus I conclude this; I will do the absolute best in my power to try and update this blog as much as possible for the remainder of my adventures in Europe. But if I don't get to it, just keep checking the facebook statuses for updates.
P.S. I'm kind of broke now and am accepting donations of any kind
It's been extremely difficult to find the inspriation (and at times the motivation) to keep this blog going. But hey, I've been busy. Study Abroad inentitles actually studying. Upon that I've been playing soccer for the University's team, been trying to pick up a forigen language, learning how to cook, entertaining my family for their week long visit, traveling (which is a category in itself), creating and organizing a worldwide holiday, and starting a cult religion..................okay maybe not the last one, but you get the picture.
Thus I conclude this; I will do the absolute best in my power to try and update this blog as much as possible for the remainder of my adventures in Europe. But if I don't get to it, just keep checking the facebook statuses for updates.
P.S. I'm kind of broke now and am accepting donations of any kind
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Roma
Yes, I'm here. Well have been here for about three weeks now. Again my apologizes for the tardiness of the entries, its taken some time to adjust to life in Rome.
Okay so life in Rome, let's start with where I live. Our apartment is located in the Monteverde district which is the west side of the city. It's a big step up from the hostel. 3 bedrooms, living room, wifi, two bathrooms, a kitchen, and TWO balconies, ballin'
I go to school at the American University of Rome. Its about a 15 minute walking commute from the apartment, by bus its 5 minutes (if the bus runs on time). The school is very small consisting of two academic buildings, a library, a garden, and a lecture hall. Yes, that's it.
The student body totals at about 400 students with the vast majority being study aboard. Who would have known that I'd find a school smaller than Hartwick. The feel of the place is very laid back, chill, do what you want sort of atmosphere. Most of the students here aren't taking their studies to seriously since their home colleges transfer credits are Pass/Fail, unlike my grand little college on a hill in which my grades transfer directly back (thank you wick). In reality i feel like I'm going to the South Harmen Institute of Technology in Rome.
The Food Is Amazing. The mind set of buying for the week doesn't exist here, so everything is fresh. In a way it sucks cuz we have to buy food practically everyday, but nothing is more Italian then getting up in the morning to walk up the street to the local open air market. Here you can find fresh fruit, vegetables, fish, meat, chicken, cheese, olives, pasta, pastries, and more. I highly suggest to a phrase book, the only language spoken here is Italian. Also make friends with a vender and keep going back, they're always down to give great deals to frequent customers. At this point we're BFF's with our vino girl.
Even though Rome is in Italy, American are abundant everywhere. Seriously, there are so many American students in the city. What's even scarier is that you run into people you know almost everywhere. Americanization has gone so far that some areas for nightlife are swamped only with Americans. Campo di furori is one of these places.
Even though I don't speak the language its easy to communicate with people. Many Italians in Rome are bilingual to some extent. But I will say that I've learned a lot very quickly since my arrival.
This is just a small taste of life in Rome. Expect more stories soon!
Okay so life in Rome, let's start with where I live. Our apartment is located in the Monteverde district which is the west side of the city. It's a big step up from the hostel. 3 bedrooms, living room, wifi, two bathrooms, a kitchen, and TWO balconies, ballin'
I go to school at the American University of Rome. Its about a 15 minute walking commute from the apartment, by bus its 5 minutes (if the bus runs on time). The school is very small consisting of two academic buildings, a library, a garden, and a lecture hall. Yes, that's it.
The student body totals at about 400 students with the vast majority being study aboard. Who would have known that I'd find a school smaller than Hartwick. The feel of the place is very laid back, chill, do what you want sort of atmosphere. Most of the students here aren't taking their studies to seriously since their home colleges transfer credits are Pass/Fail, unlike my grand little college on a hill in which my grades transfer directly back (thank you wick). In reality i feel like I'm going to the South Harmen Institute of Technology in Rome.
The Food Is Amazing. The mind set of buying for the week doesn't exist here, so everything is fresh. In a way it sucks cuz we have to buy food practically everyday, but nothing is more Italian then getting up in the morning to walk up the street to the local open air market. Here you can find fresh fruit, vegetables, fish, meat, chicken, cheese, olives, pasta, pastries, and more. I highly suggest to a phrase book, the only language spoken here is Italian. Also make friends with a vender and keep going back, they're always down to give great deals to frequent customers. At this point we're BFF's with our vino girl.
Even though Rome is in Italy, American are abundant everywhere. Seriously, there are so many American students in the city. What's even scarier is that you run into people you know almost everywhere. Americanization has gone so far that some areas for nightlife are swamped only with Americans. Campo di furori is one of these places.
Even though I don't speak the language its easy to communicate with people. Many Italians in Rome are bilingual to some extent. But I will say that I've learned a lot very quickly since my arrival.
This is just a small taste of life in Rome. Expect more stories soon!
Romania: The Lost Journal Entires Part 2
1-18-10
"The group decided to go play some paintball in the woods on our free day today. So we rolled out of bed at noon and drove into the woods. I was expecting some sort of establishment complete with a course for the event, but I forgot I was in Romania. Instead there was a car with two guys that handed out guns, paint cameo getups, and administered CO2 tanks right out of the sedan’s trunk. Felt more like black market paintball. However the price was dirt cheap, 1/5 of what it would cost to rent equipment and play back in the USA and it was a nice change to just go play in the woods.
Since we only took two a fraction of the group had to wait for the second trip to return home. Miles, Lance, Nate, Ryan, and myself were they unlucky ones. Since it was freezing cold we decided to walk down the road to warm up. As we were walking our empty stomachs growled and images of food and beer danced in our mind. Then all of a sudden, a small house appeared, with a sign glowing the triumphant letters B-A-R on its roof! Our wishes were granted. We remained there munching on snacks and drowning beers until our ride came to pick us up. Only in Faget, Romania."
1-19-10
"One word can describe today’s events; adventure. Verni told us this morning that Sears was sick and would not be joining us on our overnight trip to Maramures and that he had no idea where it was, what we would be doing there, or where we were stopping throughout the day. So we had to expect the unexpected. Ironically at the moment Dave Stevens fell down the stairs. I passed out on the bus listening to Lance puke in the background.
Stop one: a pizzeria in some random city for lunch at 10am, because that’s what I crave at that hour. Anger level rising
Stop two: A random wooden church, probably the tenth one I’ve seen on this trip. Interesting drawings on the inside, but once you’ve seen one you’ve seen them all. Angry level continues to rise.
Stop three: A prison that was turned into a memorial for the lives lost during the imprisonment throughout the communist regime. Not what I was expecting to see. I’ve been hearing throughout this trip from the presenters how awful living under the iron curtain was in Romania. But seeing the unjustified imprisonment in person adds a whole new shock level to the mental picture. It felt like a holocaust memorial…but in a way it was.
Stop four: The largest wooden church in Romania. Very cool in size, but it looked exactly like a larger version of the one we saw earlier in the day.
*So our guide says the distance to Maramures from the church is only a 30 minute drive, she was off by an hour. Angry level almost at full capacity*
Stop Five: Finally we made it to Maramures. We were forced to walk down this unpaved road for 500 meters leading to god knows where. Then all of sudden music is heard. I turn the corner and a lady dressed in traditional Romanian garments serves me shots of Plum Brandy! WIN!!!"
1-20-10
"I awoke from probably the best sleep I have had on this trip. I don’t quite remember how I got to my bed (I had a lot of plum brandy the night before) but I woke up refreshed and ready for anything. After the daily morning routine I meandered to the dinner room for my first ever Romanian breakfast. Once I saw the table I was speechless. Crapes, homemade jam and butter, fresh tea and coffee, and cheese omelets. Easily the best (and the probably only) breakfast of the trip.
After stuffing my face with delicious food the group commenced on the daily scheduled activities. Once again we had no idea what we were going to do/see, so we just went with the flow. Well it turns out that our first activity was a horse carriage ride of the village. It reminded me of a rollercoaster ride with its frequent changes of speed, sharp turns, and lack of safety constraints. Luckily it was just as much fun. We only stopped once to see another wooden church, great. After the tour by horse, we hopped on the bus to see, yet again, another goddamn wooden church, and then a monastery. I will say that the monastery was impressive. When we returned to the village we were treated with another delicious meal, packed up, and took the bus back to Cluj.
Since everyone was addicted to drinking the homemade wine the bus was forced to make a stop earlier than expected. We came to a halt at a barren, closed gas station with a restaurant next door. The women ran into the restaurant, but that was too far for the guys. So we all ventured to the back of the gas station and collectively pissed off the 15 foot ledge while waving at the awestruck Romanian family watching nearby. Why you might ask, because that’s how we roll in America. Go red white and blue."
1-21-10
"This morning was a somber one. Radu brought in one of his close friends to deliver a presentation on the Cluj square massacre that occurred on December 21st of 1989. Though her name escapes my memory, her story never will.
She was actually present at the square for the tragedy. At the time, she was a college student and was heavily involved in acting against the communist regime. The catalyst for the rebellious act at the city’s square was initiated by the shooting at a church in Timisoara a few days earlier. I won’t rewrite the story again in this entry because if you heard her presentation, you won’t forget the grim details. But I can tell you that her story was so captivating that you could hear a pin drop in the class room that morning. Once we came to the Q&A’s a lot of questions about life during the communist regime were asked. What we found out was that the rationalized food given to the prisoners of the Nazi concentration camps was more per day than for a Romanian citizen. Makes you truly appreciate all we take for granted for life in America."
1-22-10
"My day started at 4:00am with taking a cab to the airport. Since today was the beginning of our free weekend I had to catch a flight with Otto and Button to Dortmund, Germany. The flight went smoothly and we arrived at the hostel around 8am, just in time for breakfast. Yup, you read that right, breakfast. OUR HOSTEL SERVED BREAKFAST! Just that alone made my miserly from only grabbing two hours of sleep disappear instantly. We then passed out in the room for a couple of hours before exploring the city.
Dortmund is completely different from Cluj. It has a more modern look and feel but it lacks historical architecture. The majority of people walking the streets were middle-aged or elderly, unlike Cluj’s heavy student body. We had difficulty finding our way around because less people spoke English, probably due to the city’s lack of youth. But we managed and were just fine. Our hostel was located in the middle of the downtown district which has shopping, a lot of shopping. Everywhere you looked there was clothing shops, sports shops, shoe shops, luggage shops, specialty shops, jewelry and watches outlets, etc. Hopefully we’ll be able to go the soccer game tomorrow at Idnga Signa Park stadium, which apparently holds over 80,000 spectators."
1-24-10
"My day started early with a 6:30am wakeup call in Dortmund, Germany. We had to catch an 8:30am flight back to Cluj, so we hopped in a cab and went to the airport.
Once back in Cluj nothing eventful really happened. Everyone was coming back from their excursions at various times and filled everyone else on the weekend’s details. Some stories were quite epic. Probably at around 8pm the entire class was back at the hostel all set to watch the NFL Playoffs. It was nice was to relax and grab a taste of America, even if it was only through a television with commentary in Romanian. Throughout the game I packed up my bags. Unfortunately my time in Romania has come to an end, for tomorrow I depart for Rome, Italy to study far a semester at the American University of Rome."
"The group decided to go play some paintball in the woods on our free day today. So we rolled out of bed at noon and drove into the woods. I was expecting some sort of establishment complete with a course for the event, but I forgot I was in Romania. Instead there was a car with two guys that handed out guns, paint cameo getups, and administered CO2 tanks right out of the sedan’s trunk. Felt more like black market paintball. However the price was dirt cheap, 1/5 of what it would cost to rent equipment and play back in the USA and it was a nice change to just go play in the woods.
Since we only took two a fraction of the group had to wait for the second trip to return home. Miles, Lance, Nate, Ryan, and myself were they unlucky ones. Since it was freezing cold we decided to walk down the road to warm up. As we were walking our empty stomachs growled and images of food and beer danced in our mind. Then all of a sudden, a small house appeared, with a sign glowing the triumphant letters B-A-R on its roof! Our wishes were granted. We remained there munching on snacks and drowning beers until our ride came to pick us up. Only in Faget, Romania."
1-19-10
"One word can describe today’s events; adventure. Verni told us this morning that Sears was sick and would not be joining us on our overnight trip to Maramures and that he had no idea where it was, what we would be doing there, or where we were stopping throughout the day. So we had to expect the unexpected. Ironically at the moment Dave Stevens fell down the stairs. I passed out on the bus listening to Lance puke in the background.
Stop one: a pizzeria in some random city for lunch at 10am, because that’s what I crave at that hour. Anger level rising
Stop two: A random wooden church, probably the tenth one I’ve seen on this trip. Interesting drawings on the inside, but once you’ve seen one you’ve seen them all. Angry level continues to rise.
Stop three: A prison that was turned into a memorial for the lives lost during the imprisonment throughout the communist regime. Not what I was expecting to see. I’ve been hearing throughout this trip from the presenters how awful living under the iron curtain was in Romania. But seeing the unjustified imprisonment in person adds a whole new shock level to the mental picture. It felt like a holocaust memorial…but in a way it was.
Stop four: The largest wooden church in Romania. Very cool in size, but it looked exactly like a larger version of the one we saw earlier in the day.
*So our guide says the distance to Maramures from the church is only a 30 minute drive, she was off by an hour. Angry level almost at full capacity*
Stop Five: Finally we made it to Maramures. We were forced to walk down this unpaved road for 500 meters leading to god knows where. Then all of sudden music is heard. I turn the corner and a lady dressed in traditional Romanian garments serves me shots of Plum Brandy! WIN!!!"
1-20-10
"I awoke from probably the best sleep I have had on this trip. I don’t quite remember how I got to my bed (I had a lot of plum brandy the night before) but I woke up refreshed and ready for anything. After the daily morning routine I meandered to the dinner room for my first ever Romanian breakfast. Once I saw the table I was speechless. Crapes, homemade jam and butter, fresh tea and coffee, and cheese omelets. Easily the best (and the probably only) breakfast of the trip.
After stuffing my face with delicious food the group commenced on the daily scheduled activities. Once again we had no idea what we were going to do/see, so we just went with the flow. Well it turns out that our first activity was a horse carriage ride of the village. It reminded me of a rollercoaster ride with its frequent changes of speed, sharp turns, and lack of safety constraints. Luckily it was just as much fun. We only stopped once to see another wooden church, great. After the tour by horse, we hopped on the bus to see, yet again, another goddamn wooden church, and then a monastery. I will say that the monastery was impressive. When we returned to the village we were treated with another delicious meal, packed up, and took the bus back to Cluj.
Since everyone was addicted to drinking the homemade wine the bus was forced to make a stop earlier than expected. We came to a halt at a barren, closed gas station with a restaurant next door. The women ran into the restaurant, but that was too far for the guys. So we all ventured to the back of the gas station and collectively pissed off the 15 foot ledge while waving at the awestruck Romanian family watching nearby. Why you might ask, because that’s how we roll in America. Go red white and blue."
1-21-10
"This morning was a somber one. Radu brought in one of his close friends to deliver a presentation on the Cluj square massacre that occurred on December 21st of 1989. Though her name escapes my memory, her story never will.
She was actually present at the square for the tragedy. At the time, she was a college student and was heavily involved in acting against the communist regime. The catalyst for the rebellious act at the city’s square was initiated by the shooting at a church in Timisoara a few days earlier. I won’t rewrite the story again in this entry because if you heard her presentation, you won’t forget the grim details. But I can tell you that her story was so captivating that you could hear a pin drop in the class room that morning. Once we came to the Q&A’s a lot of questions about life during the communist regime were asked. What we found out was that the rationalized food given to the prisoners of the Nazi concentration camps was more per day than for a Romanian citizen. Makes you truly appreciate all we take for granted for life in America."
1-22-10
"My day started at 4:00am with taking a cab to the airport. Since today was the beginning of our free weekend I had to catch a flight with Otto and Button to Dortmund, Germany. The flight went smoothly and we arrived at the hostel around 8am, just in time for breakfast. Yup, you read that right, breakfast. OUR HOSTEL SERVED BREAKFAST! Just that alone made my miserly from only grabbing two hours of sleep disappear instantly. We then passed out in the room for a couple of hours before exploring the city.
Dortmund is completely different from Cluj. It has a more modern look and feel but it lacks historical architecture. The majority of people walking the streets were middle-aged or elderly, unlike Cluj’s heavy student body. We had difficulty finding our way around because less people spoke English, probably due to the city’s lack of youth. But we managed and were just fine. Our hostel was located in the middle of the downtown district which has shopping, a lot of shopping. Everywhere you looked there was clothing shops, sports shops, shoe shops, luggage shops, specialty shops, jewelry and watches outlets, etc. Hopefully we’ll be able to go the soccer game tomorrow at Idnga Signa Park stadium, which apparently holds over 80,000 spectators."
1-24-10
"My day started early with a 6:30am wakeup call in Dortmund, Germany. We had to catch an 8:30am flight back to Cluj, so we hopped in a cab and went to the airport.
Once back in Cluj nothing eventful really happened. Everyone was coming back from their excursions at various times and filled everyone else on the weekend’s details. Some stories were quite epic. Probably at around 8pm the entire class was back at the hostel all set to watch the NFL Playoffs. It was nice was to relax and grab a taste of America, even if it was only through a television with commentary in Romanian. Throughout the game I packed up my bags. Unfortunately my time in Romania has come to an end, for tomorrow I depart for Rome, Italy to study far a semester at the American University of Rome."
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Romanian Conclusions
As I look back on my Romanian adventure I've drawn up a few conclusions that need to be blogged
1. Our Hostel suck
- I've stated at few others before, this was by far the worst. No breakfast, awful job with laundry, uncomfortable beds, 1 cm thick pillows.....you get the picture. Only perks were awesome receptionists, cheap beer, and TV's in the room.
2. There is Dog Shit everywhere
- Seriously people, pick up after your mutt. Oh wait! I forgot, the majprity of dogs are strays
3. Radu Cristea is the man
- Hands down. The man set basically everything up for us, introduced us to some of the top entrepreneurs in cluj, has an insane career path story, can speak every language of the earth, rented out a bar for us multiple times, and is probably a spy
4. Romania has the hottest girls ever
- The standard Romanian Chick 5-6 level on the Bro code of hotness translate to a 9-10 back in the US
5. Hookka bars are the best way to chill
- Nothing can compare to having a drink and smoking a hookka in a laid back setting with a group of peers. Conveniently one was located just outside our hostel. A great way to unwind from a taxing day.
6. Going out with a ton of $$$ rocks
- I lived off of what Sears gave me with over 700 Lei to spare upon my departure, and believe me I ate and drank well.
7. Now is the time to go
- If for some reason you have a burning desire to travel to Romania, I urge you to go soon. The country is converting to the Euro in 2012.
1. Our Hostel suck
- I've stated at few others before, this was by far the worst. No breakfast, awful job with laundry, uncomfortable beds, 1 cm thick pillows.....you get the picture. Only perks were awesome receptionists, cheap beer, and TV's in the room.
2. There is Dog Shit everywhere
- Seriously people, pick up after your mutt. Oh wait! I forgot, the majprity of dogs are strays
3. Radu Cristea is the man
- Hands down. The man set basically everything up for us, introduced us to some of the top entrepreneurs in cluj, has an insane career path story, can speak every language of the earth, rented out a bar for us multiple times, and is probably a spy
4. Romania has the hottest girls ever
- The standard Romanian Chick 5-6 level on the Bro code of hotness translate to a 9-10 back in the US
5. Hookka bars are the best way to chill
- Nothing can compare to having a drink and smoking a hookka in a laid back setting with a group of peers. Conveniently one was located just outside our hostel. A great way to unwind from a taxing day.
6. Going out with a ton of $$$ rocks
- I lived off of what Sears gave me with over 700 Lei to spare upon my departure, and believe me I ate and drank well.
7. Now is the time to go
- If for some reason you have a burning desire to travel to Romania, I urge you to go soon. The country is converting to the Euro in 2012.
Friday, January 29, 2010
Romania: The Lost Journal entires 1
If you've been keeping tabs on my Facebook status then you should know that I've left Romania behind. I'm surprised to find myself slightly depressed , I actually started to get used to the eastern European style of life........oh well. So far Rome itself surpasses everything the entire country had to offer. I didn't have time to blog about my adventures in Cluj because of the course's required journal entries. So, in order to give everyone an idea of what crazy daily activities occurred in Romania I present the best portions of journal entries for the submitted for the class, uncensored. Enjoy!
1.8.10
"The first impression I had of Cluj-Napoca when we exited the airport was “wow, what a dump.” Guess this is what they call culture shock. Like the majority of the members of this trip I have never traveled to an eastern European country. On our drive to the hostel I found the buildings conveying a “communist” feeling with their cement construction and depressing generic coloring."
1.11.10
1.8.10
"The first impression I had of Cluj-Napoca when we exited the airport was “wow, what a dump.” Guess this is what they call culture shock. Like the majority of the members of this trip I have never traveled to an eastern European country. On our drive to the hostel I found the buildings conveying a “communist” feeling with their cement construction and depressing generic coloring."
1.11.10
"For the first time this entire trip I saw a police officer. I was wondering where they were hiding the past few days, but I guess they actually do exist. Since they don’t carry gun, they’re not so intimating. Apparently the most they can do is write an individual a ticket, seems odd for a country that haves a lot of riff raft.
I’ve noticed that everywhere restaurant we go to eat at, there are always music videos playing on multiple television screens. I haven’t found a single place that isn’t blaring pop music dominated by Lady Gaga. Why does Europe love her so much?"
1.13.10
"After dinner we all ventured across the street to Pipes. Some of the group members have started calling the place "today's," quite fitting actually since all nights begin and end there. Me being 3 or 4 Long Island Ice Teas deep from dinner decided to continue down the same path and ordered a 1000ml LIIT. Even though I split it with someone else it defiantly got the best of me.
Our Prof truly made the night. Every time i looked over he was doing some crazy bar trick. At one moment him and a student were pounding entire lit cigarettes into their palms, next he was consuming the notorious flaming sambuka, then flipping 20 stacked coasters up in the air and catching them with one hand, and part taking in chugging competitions. Not bad for a 60 year old man on crutches.
I felt compelled to part take in one of these activities so I introduced to him a legal version of the "beerfest" strike out. Cigarette inhale, shot of tequila, chug a beer, exhale smoke. Upon completion I proceeded to the girls bathroom to vomit."
"Our second day trip was today, with its destination being Sighisoara. One word: beautiful. The city is built into a hill complete with a giant church at the peak. From a distance it’s quite a sight for the eyes. The distinct pastel colors of the various houses are evenly spread amongst the hill creating a rainbow like picture that artists dream to paint.
After a difficult climb to see the church, we made our way back down to the city’s clock tower. Once there we took a tour of the inside. At the top we were able to venture outside on the patio where you can observe an impressive 360 degree view of the city. They also had a collection of plaques with the world’s major cities engraved complete with its direction and distance from that very point.
To finish our trip we ventured to yet another church on a hill that was unfortunately closed at the time of our arrival (go figure). So we hopped on the bus and watched Taken on our bumpy four hour trip home."
1.15.10
"......At the end of his lecture we were escorted from the conference room to the main lobby were a buffet of sandwiches and refreshments were laid out for us. Even wine and plum brandy were present. Before diving in our presenter showed us how flammable the brandy is by sticking his finger into the liquid and lit his digit on fire."
1.16.10
"Today we were given the option of either a free day or a trip to the hot springs. About 90 percent of the group took a bus to the hot springs. Unfortunately the trip took and extra hour and a half for numerous reasons.
Number one; all of us literally rolled out of bed and got on the bus so we were starving. Radu had the driver stop at a gas station that served a wide variety of food and beverages. But when you have 25 starving American college students trying to buy a meal, chaos commences. We were delayed at the gas station for a good 45 minutes.
Second, a lot of us decided to buy large quantities of alcoholic beverages to be consumed on ride. What we forgot and quickly realized is when you drink four to five cans of becks, it runs through your system quickly… and our bus did not have a bathroom. So we stopped, yet again.
Third, the coach bus rented for us was considerable smaller than the ones we’ve been riding on our day trips. So we were all required to double up creating an uncomfortable cramped environment.
Finally, the bus driver got pulled over for speeding and was ticketed. I'm not kidding.
But when all was said and done, it was worth it.
The hot springs were fun, relaxing, and in a way invigorating. At first glance looks it like a normal oversize pool, but the water is as hotter than a hot tub. We spent a good 4 hours relaxing with beers, enhancing the euphoric affect. The group felt so relaxed that we all passed out on the ride home. This time it was only 2 1/2 hours"
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