The Göttinger Tageblatt published on May 27, 2009 an article on the OU Waake entitled "scramble for Waake bypass goes on." Read here
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Where Does The Brownie Cookie Patch Go
GT-Article 27 May 2009
The Göttinger Tageblatt published on May 27, 2009 an article on the OU Waake entitled "scramble for Waake bypass goes on." Read here
The Göttinger Tageblatt published on May 27, 2009 an article on the OU Waake entitled "scramble for Waake bypass goes on." Read here
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reiselust - gluttony and Shufuness in Xiamen
Last week I traveled, as already announced, to Xiamen. Kenny, Lesley and I were allowed to stay at Lesley's grandparents. The course promised to be interesting and alone with my two Filipino-Chinese friends I met while Chinese hardly help but Tagalog and a couple of words in Fukien, the dialect of the region.
It was early morning and go for a short flight we arrived Thursday morning in Xiamen. Of course, first eat with the grandparents, and overall I was away from starving the entire time away. Whether we are with Kenny's friends for all-you-can-eat DimSun went to eat, or have been invited by Lesley's uncle in a fine restaurant with sea view, was always my stomach after lunch so full that I was afraid my belly button may outward . Upend
And Xiamen quite a bit smaller and more Chinese than Shanghai, I was a foreigner again to superstar status. Old men speak to me on the bus on my great looks, young people welcomed me warmly on the street with "Hello, Welcome to Xiamen and little overall, a passer-tear his eyes away from me. But perhaps I was hanging just what Green between the teeth. The beach of course had to be explored on foot and with Tridem, the latter had almost led to the deaths of three foreign students, because that lack of a brake until the moment of a rapid descent towards the car was noted. Thank God the driver of the Volkswagen's seen us and we are not naturally avoided. Only missed by a hair the car, a similar scene played again from a police buggy. With brake would probably have been all but much more boring. The beach itself is reminiscent of North / Central Italy, and apart from floating around packaging, it is also quite beautiful. Kenny and Lesley said, however, that the water was pretty dirty. It might not even blue! But who knows only the white sand beaches of the Philippines, probably needs to hold almost any other beach for dirty. The Chinese have impressed in any case can not swim and went there quite numerous, which is pretty un-Chinese. Many (especially girls) can not even swim. But at least in Xiamen is bathed and the men dare even without sun screen and T-shirt to sit on the beach. Unfortunately, I had my long jeans and could not swim to my regret, unfortunately, in the sea, and so I have only my legs (and, accidentally, of course, the pants), cooled in water.
But as a true Baron can not be so deterred from his mission and so it went the next day to Hot Springs. It was known but not specifically whether it was really now Hot Springs, or just a normal pool, and lush 118 Rmb should cost the fun. 13 euros for a swimming pool? A bit much I thought to myself, but I wanted to swim again. After more than an hour by bus & taxi turned out all but a damn good decision. We were first in the spacious and accompanied tasty dressing rooms where in our locker towel and slippers are preparing for waiting before as went into the outside area were Kenny and I seduced but of sauna, steam room and cold room and we made it out there got waited Lesley already impatient for us. The system was relatively nice and was more like Hawaii than in China. On every corner there was free tea and the service staff were all friendly to. Among the hundreds of pools could be found from the normal swimming pool to pool & massage spray and sources with tea or lime flavor everything there. And as we in the evening at 10 then we were finally forced a sigh from a hot pool with rose petals, wanted we we had booked a hotel room for the springs so as to savor every minute.
Kenny unfortunately had to visit his own grandparents, who live in a nest a few hours bus ride from Xiamen. And since we were only Chinese granddaughter + suspicious-looking Europeans now, we were given a starting date. We should not hesitate to 22:30 to be home. In faith we would be grateful and show confidence in compliance with this for over 22 years of somewhat unusual time, we were actually on time for Home. But I was punished and my naivete for the next day it was then 21:30. It is probably needless to mention that we have not quite managed to come on time, and are eingetrudelt until eleven at Ang Kong and A-ma. The drama was great, the beloved granddaughter comes home so late with a foreigner? Scandalous! After that Lesley could first listen to a sermon as what they would expect so because if it sets out on me. After the marriage she would naturally go with me to Germany and leave her poor mother in the lurch. Its just unfortunate sister would then take care of the mother alone. How selfish of Lesley. And sooner or later I would separate myself from her and then anyway it would be totally lost in Germany with our children. Would you do something, you could not even fly to Germany just as flat and save her. Lesley
must listen to me now because all family celebrations, the story coming as it came at eleven with a European home. The situation was also quite embarrassing for me, but at least I can add this to my cross-cultural experience, of which I probably still a lot of similar nature may be experiencing. In order to displace the whole story of course we are first to the beach and later wanted to massage. The latter proved harder than expected and after we had an hour spent standing in an overcrowded bus in the afternoon traffic chaos at 34 C °, searched bus changed roads, etc., we came to end after 2-3h in search of the massage. After 20 h whole-body massage cost 168 yuan. Smooth usury, I thought and the desire suddenly went for a massage. Instead, we have then in a Vietnamese restaurant alleged (in English was Vietnamese, but Chinese in Thai) eaten Thai massage and moved to a later date.
Of course we had to visit the Buddhist temple and climb the mountain, including the provision, and the neighboring island with its huge statue the hero Zheng Chenggong. Exaggeration in the temple pond turtles actual Nazi havoc. Some naughty masters Wugui monk but actually had swastikas painted on the tank.
Then we had the massage really deserves and we went to a different address. The complete opposite from the previous massage place was the case here, a shabby looking shack lured here with much lower prices, but the outer appearance did not necessarily want more. So back on to another store and this time was booked at the current price of 145 yuan, the full body massage. And it turned out to be a good decision once again. The temple massage was more like a hotel and we were first led into a room with 2 huge beds and TV. Then we were served a free dinner and when we were finished, there was a wonderful massage for more than 2 hours. The masseuses had their craft on it and find tension nor my vertebrae shifted to right. Thereafter, fruit plates served, and my body was as relaxed as never before.
PS: Like any scribbler of what has to be I write at the moment out of the censorship, because you have decided that blogspot.com blocked for Chinese is more interesting. But as a true underground author, I have my ways, of course, deprive me of the nasty Kontrollaparat and circumvent the censorship. Should I be taken, would a 20 Meter-high gold statue be quite sufficient for my heroic deeds worthy to remember. 
Last week I traveled, as already announced, to Xiamen. Kenny, Lesley and I were allowed to stay at Lesley's grandparents. The course promised to be interesting and alone with my two Filipino-Chinese friends I met while Chinese hardly help but Tagalog and a couple of words in Fukien, the dialect of the region.
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| From Bienvenidos a Xiamen |
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| From Bienvenidos a Xiamen |
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| From Bienvenidos a Xiamen |
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| Bienvenidos a Xiamen |
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| From Bienvenidos a Xiamen |
But as a true Baron can not be so deterred from his mission and so it went the next day to Hot Springs. It was known but not specifically whether it was really now Hot Springs, or just a normal pool, and lush 118 Rmb should cost the fun. 13 euros for a swimming pool? A bit much I thought to myself, but I wanted to swim again. After more than an hour by bus & taxi turned out all but a damn good decision. We were first in the spacious and accompanied tasty dressing rooms where in our locker towel and slippers are preparing for waiting before as went into the outside area were Kenny and I seduced but of sauna, steam room and cold room and we made it out there got waited Lesley already impatient for us. The system was relatively nice and was more like Hawaii than in China. On every corner there was free tea and the service staff were all friendly to. Among the hundreds of pools could be found from the normal swimming pool to pool & massage spray and sources with tea or lime flavor everything there. And as we in the evening at 10 then we were finally forced a sigh from a hot pool with rose petals, wanted we we had booked a hotel room for the springs so as to savor every minute.
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| From Bienvenidos a Xiamen |
Kenny unfortunately had to visit his own grandparents, who live in a nest a few hours bus ride from Xiamen. And since we were only Chinese granddaughter + suspicious-looking Europeans now, we were given a starting date. We should not hesitate to 22:30 to be home. In faith we would be grateful and show confidence in compliance with this for over 22 years of somewhat unusual time, we were actually on time for Home. But I was punished and my naivete for the next day it was then 21:30. It is probably needless to mention that we have not quite managed to come on time, and are eingetrudelt until eleven at Ang Kong and A-ma. The drama was great, the beloved granddaughter comes home so late with a foreigner? Scandalous! After that Lesley could first listen to a sermon as what they would expect so because if it sets out on me. After the marriage she would naturally go with me to Germany and leave her poor mother in the lurch. Its just unfortunate sister would then take care of the mother alone. How selfish of Lesley. And sooner or later I would separate myself from her and then anyway it would be totally lost in Germany with our children. Would you do something, you could not even fly to Germany just as flat and save her. Lesley
must listen to me now because all family celebrations, the story coming as it came at eleven with a European home. The situation was also quite embarrassing for me, but at least I can add this to my cross-cultural experience, of which I probably still a lot of similar nature may be experiencing. In order to displace the whole story of course we are first to the beach and later wanted to massage. The latter proved harder than expected and after we had an hour spent standing in an overcrowded bus in the afternoon traffic chaos at 34 C °, searched bus changed roads, etc., we came to end after 2-3h in search of the massage. After 20 h whole-body massage cost 168 yuan. Smooth usury, I thought and the desire suddenly went for a massage. Instead, we have then in a Vietnamese restaurant alleged (in English was Vietnamese, but Chinese in Thai) eaten Thai massage and moved to a later date.
Of course we had to visit the Buddhist temple and climb the mountain, including the provision, and the neighboring island with its huge statue the hero Zheng Chenggong. Exaggeration in the temple pond turtles actual Nazi havoc. Some naughty masters Wugui monk but actually had swastikas painted on the tank.
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| From Bienvenidos a Xiamen |
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| From Bienvenidos a Xiamen |
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| From Bienvenidos a Xiamen |
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| From Bienvenidos a Xiamen |
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| From Bienvenidos a Xiamen |
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| From Bienvenidos a Xiamen |
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| From Bienvenidos a Xiamen |
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| From Bienvenidos a Xiamen |
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| From Bienvenidos a Xiamen |
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| From Bienvenidos a Xiamen |
PS: Like any scribbler of what has to be I write at the moment out of the censorship, because you have decided that blogspot.com blocked for Chinese is more interesting. But as a true underground author, I have my ways, of course, deprive me of the nasty Kontrollaparat and circumvent the censorship. Should I be taken, would a 20 Meter-high gold statue be quite sufficient for my heroic deeds worthy to remember.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Best Backpack For 200-400
short trip to Europe
Yay tomorrow's going spontaneously legally for a few days to Xiamen, and to have heard thus once again high time something from me. The week before last Wednesday none of us wanted to go home directly after school and we have instead moved into an artist district of Shanghai (Taikang Lu). goes through a back alley it from a nondescript street as hundreds of them in Shanghai are in a quarter which is more reminiscent of Europe than in Asia. I was not shake the feeling, I walked through a side street in Amsterdam or Copenhagen. Small studios are lined up in cafes, gelateria and pizzerias. The noise of the city is no sound and instead you are greeted by an observation with a croaked "Nihao". Against photos of the cheeky monkey, however, seemed to have a strong dislike and moved every time I pressed the shutter button. While I allowed myself in a cafe watching a nice Erdinger Kenny the other guests. At first I thought it would simply be artists and still have to look like, but in the end I had to agree with him that the gentlemen at the next table "comrades".
so as we nibbled on our giant pizzas, came a new idea . Rumzuplagen be held Thursday with lectures, we wanted to organize a picnic at the Century Park. Friday was always free and no one expected us to actually appear on Thursday for the classes. I took care of cake, while the other sandwiches, snacks, beverages, fruits and organized without end. On Thursday afternoon we drove to the subway to Pudong and I could hardly wait for me on the goodies herzumachen. The park is relatively large with a lake in the middle, which to my regret, unfortunately, is not appropriate for swimming. On a hill, half in shadow half in the sun (the Westerners in the sun, the Asians in the shade) we spread out our picnic blanket and done nothing all day other than to laze around and eat. In Chinese park, you can often see couples who jump through flower beds in search of the perfect photo backdrop. It had to happen will happen and the foreigners are waved over for a few photos with the doves. But we also have even photographed Are always and human pyramids built which unfortunately could not replace the missed hours Wushu completely. And while I was so in the grass, I remembered the summer in Lake Constance and in Hennef in the victory. Friday was so, to me, as a trip to Germany (To complete the Germany-feeling there was later a German specialty: Döner in Turkish) and to the cultural aspect of a trip to Europe did not neglecting Jan and I are still a few classics to Read purchased (Jan: Journey to the middle of the punk world, the Treasure Island and The Travels of Marco Polo / I afforded The Picture of Dorian Gray and Three Musketeers)
A week later, the trip went to the West continue with our landlord, who had invited us to a few beers and snacks in the Paulaner beer garden. In the form of a beautiful old building in Concession of Roland in a beautiful garden here rich Chinese and expats on three floors to the hilarious Bratwurst Eating and drinking beer will be invited. We watched as Chinese to DJ Ötzi, interpreted by a Filipino band, dance and talk with our landlord Steven on financial crisis, young people and different circumstances. Thus, in his view, the blacks in America to blame for the crisis ("The black people in America, they dont have money, but they buy houses, its crazy!") Are of course abgeschmettert any attempt at least to take over part of the bill, which has not given beer prices of 7.50 € per half-liter glass wheat caused much regret on our part. 
Yay tomorrow's going spontaneously legally for a few days to Xiamen, and to have heard thus once again high time something from me. The week before last Wednesday none of us wanted to go home directly after school and we have instead moved into an artist district of Shanghai (Taikang Lu). goes through a back alley it from a nondescript street as hundreds of them in Shanghai are in a quarter which is more reminiscent of Europe than in Asia. I was not shake the feeling, I walked through a side street in Amsterdam or Copenhagen. Small studios are lined up in cafes, gelateria and pizzerias. The noise of the city is no sound and instead you are greeted by an observation with a croaked "Nihao". Against photos of the cheeky monkey, however, seemed to have a strong dislike and moved every time I pressed the shutter button. While I allowed myself in a cafe watching a nice Erdinger Kenny the other guests. At first I thought it would simply be artists and still have to look like, but in the end I had to agree with him that the gentlemen at the next table "comrades".
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| From picnic in Moloch |
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| From picnic in Moloch |
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| From picnic in Moloch |
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| picnic in Moloch |
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| From picnic in Moloch |
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| From picnic in Moloch |
A week later, the trip went to the West continue with our landlord, who had invited us to a few beers and snacks in the Paulaner beer garden. In the form of a beautiful old building in Concession of Roland in a beautiful garden here rich Chinese and expats on three floors to the hilarious Bratwurst Eating and drinking beer will be invited. We watched as Chinese to DJ Ötzi, interpreted by a Filipino band, dance and talk with our landlord Steven on financial crisis, young people and different circumstances. Thus, in his view, the blacks in America to blame for the crisis ("The black people in America, they dont have money, but they buy houses, its crazy!") Are of course abgeschmettert any attempt at least to take over part of the bill, which has not given beer prices of 7.50 € per half-liter glass wheat caused much regret on our part.
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