I'm still in Bochum and still looking for somewhere to live. My favourite word in Bochum is "Bogestra". It stands for "Bochum-Gelsenkirchener Strassenbahnen" which is the company which runs the trams and buses in Bochum (and in neighbouring Gelsenkirchen), but I think it could be put to good use as a general-purpose swear word.
"Well Bogestra to all that!"
"Would you object if I were to fondle your Bogestras?"
"If you do that again I'll string you up by your Bogestra."
"Bogestra! Bogestra! Feckin' Bogestra."
"If I don't find a room soon I'm going to be totally Bogestra'd"
The great thing about this name is that the Trams are remarkably free of graffiti. I think that this can be linked to the fact that all seats are printed with "Bogestra" scrawled several times into the fabric. What more could any vandal add to that?
I'd best be off, as the internet cafe allows smoking, and had the Bogastra idea of venting the room by opening the skylights to let in some freezing cold air.
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Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Monday, January 22, 2007
Bochum
My life had slowly been drifting into a totally lazy nothingness, so I packed a toothbrush and five juggling balls and got a train to Bochum. I hoped that things would become a bit clearer being there rather than in Erlangen.
I nearly missed two trains, the first one I only caught because the guy selling Bratwursts helped me buy a ticket. My last remaining screwed-up five Euro note kept being rejected by the ticket machine, despite receiving a good kicking. Luckily the Bratwurst guy was able to give me change.
This gave me five minutes in Nuremberg to buy a proper ticket, some breakfast (it was only 1pm) and a magazine. I then sprinted to the platform sidestepping lots of little people and was able to sneak in the door where the guard was waiting. The train left literally 5 seconds after I got on. After walking around Bochum for 20 minutes I gave up and booked into the Hotel Ibis.
That's the good thing about being completely disorganised: it gives you something to write about. The journey was quite nice, a little old Austrian women gave me a ham sandwich and the train went down the Rhein valley past lots of castles and the Loreley rock.
I nearly missed two trains, the first one I only caught because the guy selling Bratwursts helped me buy a ticket. My last remaining screwed-up five Euro note kept being rejected by the ticket machine, despite receiving a good kicking. Luckily the Bratwurst guy was able to give me change.
This gave me five minutes in Nuremberg to buy a proper ticket, some breakfast (it was only 1pm) and a magazine. I then sprinted to the platform sidestepping lots of little people and was able to sneak in the door where the guard was waiting. The train left literally 5 seconds after I got on. After walking around Bochum for 20 minutes I gave up and booked into the Hotel Ibis.
That's the good thing about being completely disorganised: it gives you something to write about. The journey was quite nice, a little old Austrian women gave me a ham sandwich and the train went down the Rhein valley past lots of castles and the Loreley rock.
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