Dead of winter, and freebooting on a long ship to Oslo

So its been an interesting January in the Northern part of Europe. With the Danes surviving on their usual diet of black attire and Apple products.

Past the halfway point (collective awwwww) of my exchange, which is a mix bag of emotions ranging from despondent, blithe, woebegone, enervated and hungry, among the 1000s of other adjectives.
To cheer me and you up from this morose passage here is me standing on our canal, which has been frozen during the cold streak.

The beach is that way! Although, its cold and windy and there'll be no chicks or cricket.

During the nice little winter break I've been able to de-stress and commit myself to some srs leisure time, including, but not limited to, movies, TV, snacks, gym, drinking, solving murder mysteries with Inspector Morse and cruising around in some random van called the Mystery Machine with a stoner and his loquacious Dog.

Not too dissimilar from this, they were just more animated characters... ba dum tish

This past weekend though I was able to attend the finest city in all of Norway, the serene and bucolic Oslo! Peta and I took the ferry from KBH and 15 hours later we floated into the wharf of this very pretty city. The ferry we embarked upon is supposedly an awesome party boat in the summer but considering its the middle of winter, the only parties consisted of Sherry, oldies music and whole bunch of whingey kids. Pleasant journey nonetheless. While in Oslo we were able to see many interesting sites, museums, statues and the rare native strolling about. How about those exorbitant alcohol prices though hey? Seems like Norway taxes everything, with an emphasis on a fun tax.

"TAXED!" - Norge Gov.

Here are some pictures of the trip, with more to be added when i get my greasy hands on Peta's sweet graphically captured memories to nourish my eternally thirsty blog.

Bønd, Jørgen Bønd.

Under Construc... pics etcccc

P.S. happy Aus day bros. And by bros I mean never my bros, drop kicks.

Nej tak Jeff og an Ulfsarks year of the Snake.

Welcome to the Year of the Snake. "Snakes are elongate, legless, carnivorous reptiles of the suborder Serpentes that can be distinguished from legless lizards by their lack of eyelids and external ears", just in case you serfs had no idea.

Here is a gratuitous picture:

Will Smith reprising one of his most famous roles

Its been a smashing start to the year for yours truly. I had a mint time on NYE, my first outside of the Terra Australis and quite a spectacular sight to behold as there are lax laws on fireworks in Denmark. So everyone obliged, with a showing to make any 7th century Chinese man cream his jeans.

Just a snippet for srsly 8 hours of straight fireworks. 15 year old boys were likely to be abandoning their phalanges activities of 2013..... Like guitar and chopsticks you dirty minded blog readers.

Potential awkward high school incidents aside, I was also able to polish of my remaining written assignment with great vivacity and aplomb. A 12 out of 12 for the Dylman is assured, if not even a request to meet the queen with it being such a tour de force. As humble as I am, i can probably say it was my magnum opus, and should assume it will fundamentally change the way we perceive almost everything. Autographs can be emailed at request @ awes0me5auce69@gmail.com

Now it is time to drink, sleep, lift, eat, and frolic. Classes begin in week 6 and I should have updates on all new exchange students, roommates, Oslo and a whole bunch of other madness.

Fancy 007 themed NYE dinner

Australian Uni student master race checking out with some big, dirty, stinking bass.


P.s big shout out to Merle for interrupting me the entire time while ive been trying to knock this post out.

"Where did all my champagne go?"

Reckless abandonment and an Einherjar at a traditional Jule fest

So its that magical period between Christmas and New Years. A confusing period where the average Dane's diet switches from too much food and some alcohol, to too much alcohol and some food. Today is the in between day so im going to eat 3 kgs of chicken and drain a bottle of vodka (to err on the side of caution obvs), which I have taken implicit approval from Freyr (Norse god of Sunshine and "phallic fertility" - my kind of man) as its warm (3 degrees) and sunny.

"Go Dyl, go forth and frolic in the sunshine and  ensure you include, surreptitiously, some phallic symbolism throughout your sunny Friday" - Freyr, from his most recent saga 'Stop, Freyr time'

In addition to some exciting New Years plans of a James Bond themed party and copious amounts of liquid fun and friends, there will be a lot more on offer in 2013 including trips to Iceland and Norway, to continue my own Nordic Saga.

More importantly now though is what has happened in the last few weeks. Which has included many of my exchange student friends leaving, goodbye parties, Jule Frokost(s) and the finishing off of an exam and an assignment like the studious person i am.

Here is some photographic evidence denizens of Manheimr.

The excitement filled Lolland

En rigtigt hyggeligt Jul

presents, after eating far tooooo much 3 days in  a row thanks to Ane's lovely mor

My room after mischievous elves broke in high on Xmas spirit and LSD

Lads

Happy New YEARSSSS 2013!!!

Have a happy new year and if you're in Copenhagen come to Tietgen for a massive party you foreveralones.

<3 live.laugh.love XxxxXXXxxx

a Hersir attends Jule Frokost

Just a cheeky update to let you know the scoop. (a full post will be available around Christmas day/boxing day for all my loyal readers/groupies)

So we have our Jule Frokost today (Chrissy lunch) and its going to be one ÆPIC FEST!!!

It will be akin to a whole bunch of Einherjar in Valhalla preparing for Ragnarök.
As depicted by Lego:

Mead, Meat and Merry times

Pics will hopefully be depraved and compromising. In fact i will assure you that it will be the case. It wouldn't be Christmas lunch without someone getting naked and being covered in tinsel like a down-on-her-luck she-elf from the north pole.


 God Jul og God Nyt År till alle

As merry as i get..... ever.
I leave you with the traditional and original reason we eat a lot and drink too much this time of the year  (applicable to white people mostly, #thankscolonialism?)

"Celebration of the Norse New Year; a festival of 12 nights. This is the most important of all the Norse holidays. On the night of December 20, the god Ingvi Freyr rides over the earth on the back of his shining boar, bringing Light and Love back into the World. In later years, after the influence of Christianity, the god Baldur, then Jesus, was reborn at this festival. Jul signifies the beginning and end of all things; the darkest time (shortest hour of daylight) during the year and the brightest hope re-entering the world. During this festival, the Wild Hunt is at its greatest fervor, and the dead are said to range the Earth in its retinue. The god Wotan (Odin) is the leader of this Wild Ride; charging across the sky on his eight-legged horse, Sleipnir; a very awe-inspiring vision. In ancient times, Germanic and Norse children would leave their boots out by the hearth on Solstice Eve, filled with hay and sugar, for Sleipnir's journey. In return, Wotan would leave them a gift for their kindness. In modern times, Sleipnir was changed to a reindeer and the grey-bearded Wotan became the kindly Santa Claus (Father Christmas)."

Snow, Exams and a Winter wonderland

December has come in all guns blazing, and froze and snowed the fudge out of everything it could lay its greedy, end of the year paws on.

As seen thusly:

The view from my room Bachelor Pad of extreme awesomeness

With the run into winter there has been a lot of time for contemplation and deliberation on my part, while everyone else works diligently on impending assignments and exams. It's surprising how much free time i have for activities and leisure when I only have a couple of classes and no job. Obvs I've made good use of this time by watching TV, sleeping and doing arts and crafts. Also been able to sneak in a few nights of over indulging in alcohol and filthy beats (that drop dirtier than African water), which have ended in both amusing and unpalatable manners, respectively. Many more to come though for the remaining holiday season, which means I will once again undertake my quest to drink Copenhagen dry of its cider and Voddie/Danske vand combos.

For a look at what was on, here is the boat i partied* on last Saturday.

*Party in its most broad and base definition, not indicative of time, dancing, drinking and/or fun

Also been able to plan a few trips to Norway and Iceland, which should be awesome-sauce.

These coming weeks will include parties, an exam (my virgin oral exam, oooooh yeah), Jule Frokost and the mother flipping Hobbit movie in 3D 48Fps!!!

My mate Balrog is bloody stoked about it too.

I'll leave you some pics from my best attempt to not fall over on ice, while wearing ungainly and unforgiving boots, supposedly referred to as Ice-Skating, of which I'm sure I made a mockery.

My lucky scarf

Mirin' my camo cargo pants? yeah you mirin'

 See you round like a record suckassssss

Lock, stock and one loaded barbell

Nearing the end of November and the home run down to Jul (Christmas), which begs the question at least once from every bodies lips, "Where the pine nuts has the year gone?"

Well i'll tell you where it went, into oblivion, along with your hopes and dreams and first ever pet.

For me however, i transcend oblivion, so my time has been invested as memories on which i can recall later to peruse at my leisure and which i will also (selectively) share with you here.

Saw Skyfall at the movies, awesome sauce, Bond is still king (followed closely by Bourne) and Daniel Craig is the 'realist' bond I've seen so far. Insofar as he acts somewhat like a spy, and is looking juuuuicy for a bro in his 40s.

Making killing in the name of the Queen a desirable occupation for men ages 12-85

Sprinkle the weekdays with a little school, homework, skyping fam and friends from home, miscing, gym and watching the danish days lose sunlight so very fast. So now that rugby is over i will have to find another hobby to take my rage out upon. Wonder if Copenhagen has a quidditch team?

Also it was my birthday. Which means I'm in my mid-twenties and can finally command respect from mid teens the world around. Its a sweet moment indeed. I got lots of awesome presents, including bacon seasoning, a set of bike gloves, a gym set for Adelaide home, a smashing scarf, haighs choccy and a awesome first edition Mummi book

"This isn't what it looks like" - a quote from the book I havent yet read

So in celebration of my birthday I had a whole weekend in Stockholm with my Boomerang buddy Peta.
In lieu of a generic holiday explanation the cliffs are as follows: drunk, walked, gorged on buffet breakfast, drunk some more, made a somewhat reasonable attempt to go clubbing with famous people, wore shorts in autumn, cracked hilarious jokes at Peta's expense and a first class train ride to boot.

See you in winter, brace yourself.

Kindest regards,


P.s. also had high tea which was cool beans.

I'm so strong I can bench press your frown into a smile

So november is here and with it comes great hurdles to be... ahh umm hurdled? Including the anniversary of my coming into existence, the final rugby games of the inexorably cold and damp autumn (and rugby parties),  an exam, a trip to Stockholm, and other seemingly innocuous eventualities.

But you're here to hear about what HAS happened, like a great historian,
Said historien:

not what MAY happen like the customer of an equally impressive far-seer.

Said far-seer.

So since my last post I have been able to sit and hopefully crush an exam in my international trade course (eat it Feenstra), proceeded to become inebriated only twice or so due to the studying cramping my Fata Morganaesque social life. My Canberran friend Peta has probably drunk enough for the both of us over the past fortnight, so i don't feel too shameful. Shared excess, is an excess halved or some such prophetic notion.

I did attend a fundraiser for a Kenyan goat, seemingly 47 halloween parties, eat my way through enough bounty's to satisfy a Samoan, attend a meeting for Danish youth ambassadors (http://studerende.au.dk/en/internationalstudents/living-in-denmark/clubs-and-organisations/ygwa/)
and endless other activities one goes through while on exchange. 8 months remain, so I hope my testicular fortitude will allow me to avoid burning out like the emaciated husk of so many students before me, in this the crucible of Studying/partying and slacking which is an ''Exchange in Copenhagen.''

Also saw the new bond movie which was pretty sweet beans, so theres that.

Heres some graphical memories.

Scott as batman

I will ensure there are more pictures of my antics for the next installment titled "Advice required as I 'hypothetically' may have run naked down HC Anderson Boulevard,"

Peace out like a girl scout

Drunk at the Rugby

p.s. congtrats to Frederiksberg Rugby club as their Women VII's and 2nd XV won their respective leagues. Tillykke!