Because of the Christmas party- which went until the wee hours of Friday morning (for those with more partyskillzzz than myself), the Friday workday began at 11 am with the Hangover Brunch.
I think it turned out ok….
It was all very pretty and nice and relaxed and tasty! Recommend!
That arvo Lauren arrived:
(incidentally- fun game to play with Germans- guess what the word ‘arvo’ means- seriously, Australians are the most linguistically lazy peoples in the world).
The hall of mirrors part was… odd. And while I expect this is one of those ‘Ah Tegan, how you attract the crazy people’ stories, I’m going to assume it’s par for the ‘Crazy Outback’ course.
The hall of mirrors was not entirely mirrors but all these glass panes at angles, so that it was difficult to find out where the path through was, and many times you would walk forward only to hit your face on a pane of glass.
If you go in there, they will pump large amounts of dry ice in there (and I refrain here from making jokes about Germans and gassing), so that it’s all smoked up and you can’t find your way out.
The man in charge will laugh at you from outside the glass cage, bang on the glass, tell you to go this way and that, and then take photos of you looking lost and confused.. and then demand that you come back so that he can take more photos and laugh at you some more.
It was getting a little odd at this point.
I’m not sure if this is German sense of humor, or it is a German interpretation of Australian hilarity.
Anyway, we finally escaped, and decided to reward ourselves with much hot chocolate:
The next morning we went into Berlin, because Lauren had to catch a train to visit her host sister in the north.
We managed to stumble upon Milka Santa (who is almost definitely the Real Santa), and filled our mouths and pockets with free chocolate.
Lauren also won a Christmas mug. Check her out being all smug:
I saw a really nice decorative knot of wood, but the guy wanted 25 euros or something, and I have not yet learnt the German for ‘you have got to be kidding’.
Finally- on the topic of Obsession with kangaroos, here are some tiny crackers that I bought for the IMPRS Christmas party:
Several people were surprised we didn’t have ‘Jumpys’ in Australia, which led into the conversation topic of us being too busy eating real kangaroos to bother with tiny crackers.
Here is Ina, dolling out the Gluwein: