Leo, Carsten and I at the Beck's Brewery in Bremen. The guy
running the tour actually let us behind the taps for the photo
op, and noting our shitty pours, commented "It's OK, there's
lots of beer here."
Berlin Fanfest, third place game. In the shadow of the Brandenburg
Gate, over one million Germans go bananas during player
introductions, specifically that of national hero Oilver Kahn.
Line of Buddy Bears, Unter der Linden, Berlin. Cool how you
can see the TV Tower and Berlin Cathedral in the background.
Bear in foreground is from Columbia, I think.
Sunset behind Berlin's Olympiastadion. Always an eerie place,
its original use was to showcase Nazi Germany at its pre-WWII
zenith, the 1936 games.
It's so hard to get a candid picture out of Andreas. Let's just
say there's some off-camera antics that evoked such a
'who's grabbing my ass?' response.
The next three involve booze, such was my trip to Finland.
Here's Raikku and I, bathed in the red light of a Helsinki
nightclub, sharing a healthy dose of salamari.
Licking the ice wall at the Finlandia Ice Bar, Helsinki. 10 Euros
for one drink, but the token tourist experience will last a lifetime!
Myself, Ville and Leo, moments after a generous shot of 74.6%
Estonian Absinthe. It had some strage plant right in the bottle,
but was actually smoother than its alcohol percentage would
suggest. Could taste it in the back of my throat for entire night,
which helps explain why my mouth is, again, hanging open like a
dog's in summer.
2 comments:
You look like you're wrapped in a Matriarch-style granny blanket in the Finlandia picture.
Yeah, they give you these gross overused parkas and gloves when you go in, as obviously -5 is too cold for wearing summer clothes.
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