The rugby season (for me) has started and I was able to score a try in our first game and contribute somewhat from the wing and later, no.8 positions. We still lost unfortunately, even with my admirable attempts to provoke the opposition Danish players. (a couple of dust ups almost ensued on my behalf, just making friends all over the shop)
Here's one of me from the first game not being able to stop their fat-arse fly half from scoring. (only pic i could find)
Second game played out much like the first, with some moments of scintillating rugby followed by mistakes, turnovers and penalties on our behalf. Both times we have been easily able to win but to no avail. Hopefully i can get out of blind wing and into outside centre or flank next match. On a slightly related note, both times I've had to ride home from the games on my bike, the first time in a pair of shorts only due to blisters and a lack of clothes (had me looking like a homeless man around Christiania (which is the norm)) and the second game i was lost for a cumulative total of 2 hours, biking around outer CPH like a bewildered, alabaster retard.
In other events i, along with other Aussie udviklingsstuderende headed to Malmö for the Sunday to catch Malmöfest, a fete type event with live music, food stall and general good times. We stopped by the beach on the way and swam in the non-seaweed, jellyfish infested, deep waters of Malmö's least rocky beach؟؟؟؟؟
Here's a few f*cking pictures.
Swedish Ikea (top meatballs and Danish)
Peta just loving the 2.25% alcohol we can buy.
This is near to the place where i ordered a burrito entirely in Swedish (ladies.. ;])
Also got a new bike ay, maybe bunny hops and skids have ensued.
Lastly had a mad international moment when my google chrome offered to translate an English-Swedish translation into Danish. Subtle signs I should be a polyglot.
Im out like a girl scout.
See you around, Space Cowboy
P.S. Check out the Pizza from last night (and protonz with 3kgs of PB) Dat dreamer bulk/10
