Once Upon a Five Day Weekend

I had a five day weekend.  It was nice.  It was like an inverted normal week, which consisted of doing the paltry amount of stuff I do on a Monday and Tuesday and then having Wednesday off (as is usual), Thursday off (as is unusual - it was a bank Holiday) and Friday off (as is usual) in addition to the real weekend (which, for those of you who like complete lists or are unsure how Germany works, is Saturday and Sunday, and I normally have off).

Father Son bonding, Deutsche Bahn, Sun and other Surprises. An overdue roundup.

So it has been nearly a month since my last report on the occurrences surrounding my time here in abroad.  Consulting my calendar (because remembering things from that long ago is tough), I have learned where I need to pick up from, so I shall:

Semester 1 Report

So in my last blog  promised my regular reader that I was still alive and would post something more fun soon.    Well here it is dear reader.  It is action packed and features bullet points:  everyone's favourite form of punctuation.

Still Alive...

Greetings dear readers,

Whilst I don't have time to share a rich and interesting tapestry of words about abroad with you, I'd simply like to comfort you all with the knowledge that I'm still alive and that normal service will be resumed next month.

Luckily, here the cake is not a lie.

Fastnacht, not fast nackt.

So its been a little while and there are two reasons for this:

1. I've actually been doing academic work.
2. Its been Fastnacht (otherwise known as Fasching or Karnival depending on where you are) and I've been waiting for all the crazy to be over before attempting to explain it.  

Today, being Ash Wednesday, marks a complete close to Fastnacht, so reason 2 no longer stands and I feel I need to avoid a beak from reason 1, so I'll take a stab at an account of the last week.