3000 kilometres later...

"93) Prove your tolerance by listening through a whole record of My Chemical Romance without commiting suicide"

I'm writing this as I'm sitting in the back row of Nastefan's car on our way back from Hungary to STP, the "final act" of the Rika+Everton Germany tour I attended as some sort of roadie which kept us busy for the last ten days. Us, that's (me with) Stefan, Fresh, Lizard, Josef, Mihci, "Is des dei Lebensmotto?", Donkey Breeder and Richard playing some of the hardest rocking emo music no one has ever heard. 10 days spent on the road in an Hungarian van (listening to the best music ever made), Lenny's flat in Berlin and cool squats.

To sum things up a little, here's some stuff I learned from these 10 days:
electric flyswatters are best alienated used to electrize the stressful Vrtn drummer; a XXXXL hoodie is an investment for life and provides you with more cuddliness than a human being ever will; walking all night through Berlin [a rough reconstruction with Google Earth tells me something around 30 kilometres] will lead to sleeping in on a bench of an airport hallucinating you see and hear friends talking; cuddling with Richard will let you sleep in immediately and tight enough to miss "Exxxtreeeme"; getting lost in Schweinfurt makes sense in that respect that you will find yourself in a Russian store buying food you can't read and checking by at the nearby Dollybuster store to acquire fake nipples (Orion aren't selling them anymore.); stores at US army bases are a great way to fill empty spaces in the tour bus with cans of Mountain Dew and stuff and last and least you simply won't think about suicide while (forced) listening to a record of My Chemical Romance when you're hanging out with 8 lovely musicians, or even better: friends, in a Christian concert location, playing Worms (Aah... the 90ies...) and giving a shit about what's going on in the rest of (one's/) the world right now.

πs: "Danke für die Tour, Nasch" (without any sarcastic undertone) and putting so much effort and time into it. You're far from gschissn.

ππs: Of course, thanks to all the dudes of RikH' and EvH'ton for making this last 10 days pretty worthwhile and probably the best road trip through Germany a Gogo could wish for.

πππs: To all of you interested in further footage check my photoblawg uhm soon or so.

Licking and strange places equals even more fun.

"33) Lick off a tourist attraction that is touched by some thousand people per day"

Again, a point that was completed before it end up on the list. Since some people may consider this as cheating I can ensure you that these are the only ones in a hundred.
One month has passed since Milano and I haven't been abroad for three weeks. Even better then that Sonja and Flo provided me with the opportunity to go with them to Prague for the weekend to visit Bine. We walked through various parts of the city and - like every tourist - eventually passed by Charles Bridge. And I've been there already once and don't get it. It's just a big bridge with around 100.000 people [slightly exaggerated numbers due my dislike of big crowds] on it, street musicians and a couple of statues and statuaries. And one of them (aehrr.. one statue, not one statuary) is touched by everyone walking by in order to bring them luck, infections and whatnot. The curious me now was interested if people would still touch it if someone would lick it off... and yeah, they did. Statue, by the way, tasted terrible and I would had have a metallic taste for the next couple of hours. Never eating there again.

Pissing and strange places equals fun.

„83) Piss off a roof of a 30 feet high building in the middle of Milano at 4am in the morning“

Nuff said? This one was basically the first thing I did of my infamous list – about 12 hours before I even started writing it. It was the last night on the road with Angi and we were staying at Paolo’s, a couchsurfer from Milano, who provided us with an attic room for the night. Since it was midsummer back then it had been a hot night (That’s NO figure of speech, lechers.) and eventually we killed the night by talking about this and that while catching very little sleep in between. After a couple of hours I needed to go for a pee but the toilet was down the hall and I was lazier than ever before. (Everyone who has ever experienced tropical temperatures mixed with dozens of mosquitoes may know what I’m talking about.) So I climbed out the small dormer, steadied myself on the smokestack and pissed off the roof while a car was passing by.

Yup. That’s the whole story. I just liked the strangeness of the whole situation so I’d added it to the list.