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Summer Semester starts from March 15, 2004 with a lot more "private" parties where I got to know people like Peter Aulich - the greenest person I know, Green Peace I mean - and Holger Bock - the first person I met in Ingolstadt who's been to Singapore & has a "Singapore is a Fine City" t-shirt! Both are neither my classmates nor were they the (new) exchange students. This semester's exchange students were not as "cohesive" as the last semester's but I had fun all the same. |
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| The better weather saw more "outdoor" parties like the one at the Springbreak party at Krenzepark, although that night it drizzled the whole night. That was the only night I went out with Lukas, my really cool housemate. |
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| Among us are 2 crazy French - Jean-Paul (JP) and Lauren - who kept stealing bikes and breaking the law; 2 Mexicans - Gabriel and Pablo - who kept breaking out into Spanish songs with Hunor, the Hungarian; German students who work for Siemens in winter but attend university classes in summer; 3 South Africans - Unathi, Nwabisa & Warren - and 2 from Goa - Cedric & Luther who told a professor in class that his business idea is to "trade" marijuana by post. |
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Jiri's farewell to Che's After having completed his studies & getting an internship at Audi to write his thesis, Jiri quit his bartending job at Che's. We all decided to go out & celebrate together with the owner, Harry. |
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After Che's closed for the night, we went to Amadeus where we met the exchange students there. It was also one of their last nights in Germany now so the boys became "Tattoo brothers" i.e. you bite real hard on each other's arms until your teeth is imprinted, erm tattooed. You won't get the tattoo permanently but you can see the bruise & pain for days! Crazy Mexicans' idea! I swear they were cannibals in their previous life but a by-stander asked Jiri how and if he could get one (bite) too. Strange people around!
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Amadeus was closed at 5 a.m., Harry didn't want to go home so we went to
Le Bistro first which refused to let us in, so we walked to Daytona at the
end of the "old town". The pizzas looked so good but to keep our
figures, we resisted eating.
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Actually the sun was already up but since Rinner's next to the swimming pool is still open, we had a look who would be there: all drunk of course!
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Finally when we decided to go home, the only person we met at 9 a.m. on a Sunday morning was an old man and his white Terrier. The Terrier did not like Harry who was pretty sloshed at this time that it wouldn't stop barking! Verdamn! The poor old man can't even have peace on a Sunday morning! |
