Where NOT to go, if you're trying to Save money.

Yesterday was a public holiday, which meant we enjoyed a long weekend. I'm not quite sure what the significance behind Pfingsten is but i've read somewhere it is the fiftieth day after Easter and is said to be the official beginning of Summer.


It hovered around the mid-20s degree Celsius range and for some it was an excuse to expose as much of their Winter pastiness in hopes they'd get a shade darker.

J was in a really shitty mood for most of the weekend and left me all alone on Sunday but he made it up to me by suggesting we go out and do something.

The cinema where we live doesn't show English movies and so we had to drive to Padeborn [a neighboring city] which is about 30 minutes away. The demand for non-German dubbed movies is not high, hence the poor selection in movies and weird timings. But Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time was playing and since i had once played the game when i was younger, i thought why not. I was craving for my bag of popcorn anyway.

Overall, i thought the movie was OK but for 5.50€/ticket, popcorn + drink = 5€, nachos + beer = 5.50€ and ice cream nuggets = 1€, i felt we could have used the money more wisely.

Oh well.


There was a painting on the wall that i can only assume was meant to be Marilyn Monroe. But i can't help but think the artist was a bit off that day because is it just me or does her nose look a bit piggish? And is she wearing dentures?

I dunno.

We then drove back since we wanted to check out the Kirmes [the funfair] and yesterday was the last day. One particular ride J wanted to go on rotated while it swung side to side and so we made our way through trying to look for that particular ride.

: before :

We eventually found it and whilst on it i couldn't help but laugh each time the girl next to me screamed her head off. And each time we went higher, we dropped down even faster. The louder her scream, the more i laughed. I think my laughter ended up as more of a self-comforting tactic.

I won't lie and say i wasn't completely scared.

It started off fine but then the higher the swing and faster the rotation, i could feel it in the pit of my stomach. There were a few moments when i screamed too and stupid images of the barrier releasing and me falling out flashed through my head.

It felt like the ride went on forever and by the end of it both J and i couldn't wait to get off. Feeling slightly queasy we agreed that neither one of us wanted to go on anymore rides.

I swear, our tolerance for stomach churning rides have definitely gone down the older we've gotten.

I'm just grateful that we didn't eat anything before.

: after :

We needed to take our minds off things so J played a game that won him 10 tokens. And so we came home with traveling set of Chinese Checkers that neither one of us knows how to play. Having spent 5 Euros to even play, we figured it should be worth that amount.

Then as we were snaking through the funfair there was one ride where kids could sit on live little ponies and go around and around a ring.

Majority of the kids looked like they were enjoying it but there was one mother who forced her kid to get on and the boy looked like he was going to piss his pants with fear. I wouldn't be surprised if the kid grows up being scared of horses and is scarred for life. Poor thing.


And another boy was crying because his sister took the 'bigger' pony and he was left riding one of the smaller ones. Even at that age, Size apparently does matter.


J finally got to eat his Bratwurst and i refrained myself from stuffing my face with Pommes [otherwise known as fries] slathered in mayo.

I hate how everything is so ridiculously overpriced at funfairs.


But i caved when J suggested that i try some Bärentatzen: a chocolate covered wafer waffle sandwich with marshmallow in the middle.

Not convinced that it's the yummiest thing i've tasted but maybe if i slap on some peanut butter on it, i'll think otherwise.

Hope you had a good weekend.