In addition to Switzerworld and visiting Gavin in London (strangely we took no photos), we watched Arjen Robben, despite his amazing baldness, fail to lead the Dutch to World Cup victory; I also went swimming a couple times at the Weissensee; wakeboarding at the Petersdorfersee (well i just watched because they do it on this weird cable system here which felt unnatural. Wakeboarding should only be done behind a loud, expensive, dirty boat with a 350hp engine that only burns extremely rare dinosaur bones), then we went to the Teufelsberg, an old Cold war NSA listening station built on top of a World War 2 rubble pile. On the way to the Teufelsberg we also walked up the only ski run in Berlin, then made our way to the uppermost radar dome and listened to Chinese people play ambient music. Then we went back down, found a restaurant and ate some Schnitzel. Au revoir juillet.
This past weekend was spent in the town of Davos, in a little hut called Riedhuus in Davos, Switzerworld. It was Mikke’s (famous for being an original member of Team Buckhorn) birthday, and she had us all down for the weekend. We hiked up a mountain, then Germany beat Argentina 4-0. Switzerworld doesn’t disappoint.
Updated with a few more pics from Frank’s camera, including Bodensee (Lake Constance) in time for sunset and beer; more of the boring and unpicturesque Alpine scenery and me spooking cows;.
Warning: Tons of photos, almost all of which don’t do it justice.
This spring was the month of repeat visits. First we hit Istanbul up for second helping of Turkish wedding action, and last week we went back to Sardinia, although this time we flew into the airport at the south of the island, in Cagliari, and this time we went for a week.
We rented a villa in a town called Capitana, which was certainly nothing to write home about (town or villa) but it kept the rain off, AND it had a lemon tree (with lemons!), rosemary tree and fig tree in the yard, and it was only about 250 meters to the beach. I guess maybe a play-by-play is the way to go here:
Day 1
Landed, got car, bought groceries, made food, drank too much wine. Here’s the villa.
Villa and car and me.
Day 2
Drove to Muravera, part way along a river through the mountains, the river was mostly dried up but full of these pink flowering trees. Then we went down the coast to Villasimius and hit some beachy action and saw some abandoned infrastructure, something Sardinia has tons of, and finally sunset on the beach near our house.
Day 3
Drove to Sant’Antioco, and island on the south west coast and found a fjord beach then up to the tip of the island to a town called Calasetta where we bought some filu e ferru (Sardinian moonshine named because they would hide it underground and stick rebar in the ground to mark it’s location), then to the pan di zucchero, pizza and wine on the coast by sunset and the drive home was hampered because they closed the highway. What does autostrade chiuso mean to you?
Day 4
I had heard of a beer called BB 10º, a barleywine with Canonau Grapes added to it, and we drove to the brewery in Maracalagonis a mere 25 km from our villa but couldn’t find it, then drove around trying to find cheese, wine, oil and found nothing but Bine made a sand castle and we ate grilled sardines at home and another sunset on our beach (with Nasto Azzuro natch).
day 5
We went to Cagliari the capital of Sardinia and founded in the 7th century BC, but it rained, so we watched the Italians play New Zealand in the world cup, but they tied, but there were giant beers so it wasn’t so bad. Later we tried to find a beer bar with the BB10º but they were closed.
day 6
The sun came back with a vengeance, and we drove to Pula where I found the beer (for 17€ a 750ml bottle), Chia, an ancient Roman settlement called Nora, then visitied Tuaredda beach and ate dinner in Lillicu in Cagliari. I guess they like singing in restaurants in Sardinia.
day 7
Our last full day meant we had to cram a bunch of stuff in that we’d wanted to do, including some more beaches, caves some Nuraghes and an agriturismo. After a long ass drive to Cala Gonone we bought tickets for a boat ride to the Grotta del Bue Marino and then afterwards to the glorious Cala Luna a sandy beach with caves right in the cliffs behind the beach. When we set out on the boat to the caves it was threatening to rain, but Anka said it would be sunny by the time we got out and she was right. She’s good. Then we went swimming and drove up to Nuraghe Mannu, an old Nuraghic settlement and lo and behold there was an Agriturismo by the same name there, so we asked if we could eat with them and they said of course, snowflake turns to blizzard and we got home at 2am after an 11 course meal (including braised goat and fire roasted suckling pig) for 25€ each.
Always hold on, my dad taught me well.
Day 8
Got up early hit the airport, then home to Berlin and watched Germany beat Ghana 1-0.
