Much ado about nothing

I should work, but no I am doing everything else. such as trying to get rid of my recent cold. or worrying about things that will eventually resolve with a lot less worry. Travelling plans for example, or housing plans. In case of travelling plans, somehting will ork out. in case of housing plans, I have the ultimative master housing plan, which will be quite a mix of diametrically opposed people: sami my current neighbour. the biggest carnivore I have ever met, and mr. superspontaneous. and then I have James. Mr." I cannot believe people eat meat". and "What you are asking me to be spontaneous?!" does that work? I shall find out, if the two guys are up for it. I enjoy the company of both, but now its down to them if they can deal with eah others diferentness. or something completely different. oh well I dnt mid anything anywhere in london will do. whatever Im giving up hope and nerves. I should work...*headshake*

cooking endeavours

first homemade joghurt... and it actually worked!!! Im excited yummy yummy breakfast tomorrow!!

home sweet home

I miss my bed. I miss the lovely view out of my window (which shows planst instead of a wall). I miss the landesbibliothek. Thats the best library ever if you need to study. I miss Herbertz espressobar, and breakfast with friends there. I miss yellow ubahns which work on a scedule and are reliable. I miss a nagging mum and an ignorant dad. I miss knowing Jürgen is only an hour away. I miss brezeln, proper bakerys and many trees in the city.
I am in london now. why am complaining? maybe because I should do work this minute, but no, off to breakfast. Anyhow. this is my london empire. more like desk-state ;)

PS. After a couple of days of consideration, I believe I lead a double life. life germany ,where I am a daughter, and still a girl, life two in london is where I take care of my life and toughen up a lot more. Both roles are enjoyable and really sweet, but I think the shift is hard.

why am I more responsible than some people more than a decade older than me?

Morrocco: adventures on the troublesome continent

My first time in africa. 3 days after my exam I still hadnt sorted my thoughts and come down from the adrenalin high and 14 hour study shifts. and suddenly im squeezing into a tightly packed ryanair machine, flying over the atlas mountains, which pieked out of fluffy cotton clouds. First stop agadir: a modern town, having been destroyed by an eartquake recently so that the oldest buildings are 60s precast concrete slab style. Apart from a nice beach, a good introduction to the frenzy of morrocan towns (not as crazy as india, but definately lots more crazy than anything youll find in europe) and an impressive, huge lighted arab writing, aadir seemed quite boring.

we decided to make for Taroundant, the main town of the Sous plateau the next day. we arrived the day of the weekly souk, the market. the weekly ones are held outside of town, on a field, while the daily ones inside town, in a huge market hall and around it. lovely vegetables, fresh from the field stacked up and up and up. Lush colours competed against each other, all wanting to be bought. He prices were so increadibly low I wished something similar was even remotely close to my normal stay.
We spent the next days rumaging among the market stalls and devouring the most delicious sweets ever from the bakery jsut across our hotel.

the next stop would be in the mountains. via ouled berhil we got a shared, grand taxi to take us across the tizi'n'test pass. A 2000m+ craze of a way to narrow street for more than one car at a time, a curve a second and no real boundary to the 100m+ downgoing mountain slope next to the road. It was not my idea. but in the end I was quite happy I held through. The scenery was spectacular! and the driver was the coolest I have ever seen. racing through the mountains at unbelievable accelleration and speed, completely unconcerned by the two throwing up morrocans on the seat next to him throwing up pretty much as soon as we left the village until we arrrived at our destination.

the next night we spent in asni at the house of a local with loads of mint tea. we slept on carpets, like most moroccans and had an ad hoc cooking course on morrocan cuisine.

We yearned for the coast and a decent stay. That was Essaouira were we stayed at a lovely dar with sea view. but instead of going to the touristy south beach we made our wy through the industrial quarter and the housing quarter to the north beach. Jürgen was about to chicken out when we saw a supermarket. That was an indication the area was by no means as poor as we had suspected. I convinced to have a look at the beach, and we spend a lovely day in the sun and sea.

As we had a bit more time thna planned, we decided to go or oualidia, a small but increasingly touristy village on the coast: no wonder. It had a lovely, calm lagoon surrounded by a rocky coast with picturesque rock formations that in combination with waves made very cool wave breaks.

And lastly the most crazy Marrakesh. The main square and touristy souks here had worried me since days, but outside the tourist zone it was a lot more friendly, less money focused and a lot less hasslesome. we visited tanneries (like in taroundant bu these were bigger), most major souks, the old town (medina) where we had a lovely hotel for 20 euros less than original price, the new town with mcdonalds and co. and of course the gardens with lovely, lush flowers.
pictures to come