... llegando a México

In México, Distrito Federal, everything worked out perfectly well: I managed to get a six months tourist visa and catch the last bus to Colima, where I spent an exchange semester two years ago. After a total of 37 hours of traveling, I finally arrived at the Colonia Villa San Sebastian, Colima, on Saturday 7 am local time, where I encountered my friends trashed from a Hawaiian party that ended two hours earlier… I felt immediately at home again.

First of all I enjoyed some Mexican food...


Una orden de sabores con agua de Jamaica en Tacos Orientales... the best in town!

By accident I passed the fire station where one guy showed me around their car park. The fire trucks there would be highlights in any German Fire museum… impressive!


Then it was time to start celebrating...


Paola, Wendy, Alex and Krystel at Susi's and Alex' goodbye party (Saturday, 24th of March)... Hope you get quickly over the culture shock back home!


Wendy in front of an amazing sunrise at a rave close to the vulcano in Colima... 18 Caguamas and 1 bottle of Tequila later!


At the beach of Mananillo, together with Wendy and Krystel (Sunday, 25th of March)... the water was lukewarm, but still too cold for the Mexicans ;)


Brenda, me, Angel and parts of David at Aidas birthday party (Monday, 26th of March).

Goodbye Germany...

It took hours to get all the stuff in the two backpacks. One for the climbing gear, another for everything else. Thirty eight kilos providing me with anything that might possibly be of use during my stay abroad.

Well equipped with good advice from my parents and grandparents (yawn) I left beloved Deining on Friday 23rd of March at three o’clock in the morning, together with my twin brother Andi. It was snowing like hell on our way to Munich airport (amazing, after two snowflakes during the entire winter…), without any help from snow ploughs in sight, so we ended up creeping and sliding the 150 kilometers there.

Despite all the problems we arrived well on time, which might surprise most of my friends… Miia, the Finnish snow angel, was already there to say goodbye, and we had loads of fun at the airport’s playground before checking in.

During my stop over in London Heathrow I found a nice pub where I had some pints in memory of the grand times I spent in London doing my internship, together with Säsch and Base. Prices didn’t change, though.

A couple of hours later I boarded the connection flight to Mexico City. Thank you, British Airways, for the incredibly terrible food! I was never a friend of the English cuisine, but the crap they offered on the flight was really disgusting. Only the certainty to get some delicious tacos, tortas, sopes, tamales, gringas, carne asada, gorditas, tostadas, pozole… very shortly avoided a major incident on the plane.

A friendly Mexican couple was sitting next to me, their immense body volume impeding to find a comfortable seating position and making it almost impossible to go to the bathroom. While sleeping, my neighbor kept on switching channels and turning up and down the volume of the board entertainment system with his elbow. Luckily the coffee he poured all over himself didn’t end up on my pants…