Stop Press!

Trying to finish Cyprus trip. Four new videos uploaded into previous posts.

After trotting around Southeast Asia over the summer, I'm now back in the UK - Cambridge to be exact. Am trying my best to update as frequently as my clinical course will allow.

Entries on Italy and France two winters ago have been put on hold indefinitely. Read: possibly never. But we shall see.

Entries on Greece and Turkey last winter have also been put on hold for the time being.

Posted:
Don Det (Laos), Don Khone

Places yet to blog about:
Ban Nakasang, Champasak, Pakse, Tha Kaek, Vientienne, Vang Vien, Ban Phoudindaeng, Luang Prabang, Khon Kaen (Thailand), Bangkok, Kuala Lumpur (Malaysia), London (England), Cambridge

Friday 30 November 2007

Bremerhaven


The Latin Formation World Championships were held at Bremerhaven this year. Coach thought I was ready to represent the British team at the evening reception. 'It's all about good posture', I tell him.


The reception was held at the Deutsches Schiffahrtsmuseum or German Maritime Museum (I think). Bremerhaven is the seaport of the free city and federal state of Bremen, you see. The reception was dreadfully dull with speeches mainly in German accompanied by scant English translations and finger food. I mean, honestly, finger food doesn't count as dinner proper. And if you're not going to serve a proper dinner, don't have it in the evening.


We got bored and fooled around for a bit with some mannequins: you can see me reading the invitation to the Latin Formation World Championships reception in the photo above.


Our car sped through the thick fog. I think our host, Max felt bad seeing as we didn't enjoy the reception at all. He drove us to the Overseas Port of Bremerhaven for a quick visit to make up for it.


Information: The port of Bremerhaven is the sixteenth-largest container port in the world - more than 3.5 million containers shipped annually and more than 1.35 million cars imported or exported annually via Bremerhaven.


At the top of a tower made entirely of containers, we had an amazing view of the port. Eerie in the yellow glow of streetlight attempting to break through the fog. Ghostly as the machines worked silently in the absence of any living soul.