Friday, August 26, 2011

Suomi Finland Tourkele part 2: Kivi, Meri


7/31 - Helsinki

When troubleshooting DHCP, like anything else, it helps to have both ends of the wire plugged in. Internet fixed, let's get some tourpoints researched.




018. Eurobrekkie: bread and spready cheese.

To a certain degree, I could have reserved a lot of what I'm going to do today for tomorrow; the distances around the south center are easily hikable, and Suomenlinna should be in the "pack on" category. There's no predicting the weather, though, so get it done when you can.




019. Orthodox cathedral, over some greenery.




020. The caduceus suggests an old hospital building.




021. Modern building, headed for the canal.




022. View up to the Lutheran cathedral.




023. Beat-up alcove along the street below the cathedral. Helsinki's famous punk scene implied but not pictured.




024. View north along the canal.




025. Along the uni building towards Senate Square.




026. Rounding the corner. The fisheye effect of the wide lens helps, but this is one of those spaces that looks larger than it is. Helsinki is constrained by water, so the Russians couldn't clear the space to do St. Petersburg at full scale.




027. Front of the part of the Uni that faces the square. If I couldn't get up to the science campus, I'd at least get a symbol of the main effect Finland's had on my professional life.




028. Domes of the Lutheran cathedral.




029. Statue of Alexander II out in front.




030. And how you know they're Scandinavian Lutherans. Compare to an equivalent building in Berlin and you get a sense of the differences in outlook that a little latitude -- and, admittedly, a significant gulf in world-power throw weight -- brings.




031. More shiny metal cladding on a roof south of the square.




032. Fountain by the Market Square.




033. Old customs house, further down.




034. Alexander II's memorial plinth over Market Square, which retains an actual market; fresh produce as well as tourist-trap stuff.

And now, out to Suomenlinna.




035. Ferry traffic in the harbor.




036. Viking liner at anchor; I'll see the other side of one of these tomorrow.




037. Finnish, German, what turned out to be Bahamanian, wtf, and American flags on the shore of this island.




038. Beacon on a headland.




039. Shoreline receding.




040. I'm sure this weird structure in the distance is easily explained, but it looks like something out of Close Encounters.




041. House on a harbor island...and tourists.




042. Another house on top of a seamount.




043. Bare rock island. These aren't sandbars, it's all granite.




044. Blockhouse on an island further out.




045. Start of the Suomenlinna complex.




046. Larger island ahead.




047. Church tower over the trees.




048. Overgrown fortifications.




049. And out into the Baltic.




050. Business end of the fortress.




051. Wider view of the fort.




052. Submarine museum from the outside coming in.




video1: Corners of the fort move past the camera coming in.




053. Closeup of the walls.




054. Ducks and a launch chilling out.




055. The walls grow right out of the bedrock.




056. Seagull taking a break.




057. Shredded brick where this building was cut off.

Suomenlinna




058. Nav chart in the museum, from Helsinki down to Stockholm. Look at all those islands between Turku and the open ocean; it's no wonder the Russians moved the capital.




059. Memorial pillar in Finnish and Swedish.




060. Fortress wall, going up.




061. Ehrensvärd sarcophagus; an interesting mix of neoclassical and Norse styles.




062. Kick-brush. The Finns, like the Japanese, usually take their shoes off before going inside. Where that's not practical, there are other measures that can be taken against the mud.




063. Old drydock, under renovation.




064. ...and some ships getting worked on regardless.




065. Blockhouse across a former parade ground.




066. Earthworks between buildings.




067. Fortlet topped with grass, like moss growing on trolls.




068. Fortifications and hockey goals.




069. Passage through the walls.




070. Fort worn down by time and shelling.




071. Construction cabins and a gravel fives pitch to play on at lunch breaks.




072. Dark greenery between the fortress walls and this building.




073. Beat-up wall and a view out to sea.




074. Finnish naval ensign over the battlements. The naval academy is still out here (see picture 037), just not on the islands where most of the fortress is.




075. Paths leading up to the battery emplacements.




076. The mud gets so bad in Finland, even the seagulls need to wear boots.




077. Inlet and out towards Helsinki.




078. Tourists playing around on the guns.




079. Not a whirlpool; a rock catching waves creates an optical illusion.




080. Greenery and Helsinki skyline.




081. West-facing battery.




082. Further south and west into the archipelago.




083. Flag and more of the fort.




084. Single gun emplacement.




085. ...and the view it commands.




086. More of the west-facing battery.




087. Fortress cistern under renovation.




088. Wide shot of the interior of the fort.




089. Smaller gun facing south. The guns on this side are smaller (about 9-in rather than 11-in) because as the following panorama shows, the southern approaches are a trap.




090. South-eastern basin; the islands set a natural boundary. The guns here can be smaller because anything dumb enough to come in past that perimeter is in range of the whole battery, and because of said perimeter will get hit several times before it's able to get out and try somewhere else.




091. Old muzzle-loader under the east wall. This is restored to the 1748 configuration, when the Swedes originally built this place.




092. More guns in an alcove.




093. Wider shot of the east wall.




094. Finnish flag, English cider.




095. Meme graffiti gets everywhere. I didn't do this, honest.




096. So this is where it's at. Actually, this is a restaurant (and allegedly a very good one, put in to serve dignitaries visiting for the '52 Olympics), but since I wasn't up for a mead-and-wild-boar lunch -- not in festival mode yet -- I kept walking.




097. Rock and battlements.




098. Along the wall at King's Gate.




099. Back to the more northern island.




100. Waves at the foot of the wall.

Having taken a good number of pictures, I sat down here, in one of the few stretches on this landing not absolutely covered in seagull shit, to write these up.




101. Is this a target or something?




102. Waves coming in; the little pocket of water shows how high high tide gets.




103. Viking liner headed for the channel.




video2: The ship takes 40 seconds to clear the frame. And yes, I waved back.

Now, time to get hiking again, do the museum, and maybe hit up the brewery. Fun times.




104. Barrels menacing the harbor. Probably ornamental.




105. Sharp angles on this high house.




106. Avian tour group about to hit the beach.




107. Memorial pillar to the garrison members killed in various conflicts.




108. Beetling clouds over the battlements; it looks like I used up all my good weather luck in Hong Kong.




109. Damage cutaway of an inner wall.




110. Mobile howitzers -- decommissioned by the removal of their breech blocks.




111. Down the inlet between islands.

112. ((not germane))

113. ((not germane))


Suomenlinna museums



114. Shell cart in the main museum.




115. A later, more complicated shell hoist.




116. Poker chips from the Swedish period.




117. Russian ikon and other artifacts.




118. Russian field surgery instruction poster. Slight Beheaded Zombie influence here?




119. Toys from the inter-war era.




120. Pro-democratic banner from the independence era; Finnish independence coincided with the sailors' mutiny/naval soviets for a reason.




121. "Representative" view of the ocean floor around the fortress.




122. If you scuba, screw Aruba, come here. This sounds awesome.




123. Timber forts built under the harbor as barricades. The brackish water means they're still here, 100+ years later.

Military museum




124. Torpedo launcher.




125. Breech block for coastal artillery.




126. Light and heavier anti-aircraft pieces.




127. Vickers 6-ton tank in livery that would probably shock its builders.




128. See? Built Tyneside even.




129. It's only one hall, but they did manage to get a whole log fort inside.




130. Drive shaft and motor of a Russian T46 torpedo.




131. Medical tent and replica field artillery emplacement.




132. Winter war! Total war!




133. Various antitank munitions; the smaller 20mm shells would've been used in the famous Lahti rifle.




134. "Wood-gas generator", hung off the back of the 'technical' from 132 above. No idea if this puts out liquid fuel or electrical power; my Finnish is almost completely absent, let alone good enough to read the original, and I wasn't about to go through the sign with the dictionary.




135. APC trailing a fieldpiece. The benches on the sides make it clear that the carrier's all that's armored, not the personnel.




136. Two Lahtis yoked into an AA rig. I was hoping to see the ski-portable, solo-crewed version, but I guess all of those remaining intact/operational have gone into private -- and very paranoid -- hands in Idaho and the like.




137. View across more barrack buildings.




138. Up to the church; they got rid of the onion dome after the Russians left.




139. View towards Helsinki from the pier.

I finally found the brewery and got lunch, writing this up in the process.




140. Mostly-consumed "Seth"-lager; this is a three-grain brew of rye, wheat, and barley. Sure, it's not completely 1516-fähig, but this is Finland, and it's a good beer.




141. GET IN MA BELLY RUDOLPH!! These days, the Finns mostly eat kebabs and pasta and fusion food like normal people, but if you're here as a tourist, you eat reindeer, and the reindeer here didn't cost an arm and a leg. The bear did, but you can't exactly farm bears.

Lunch was good and filling; may just hike to and from the Sibelius monument this afternoon to balance it out. And that "Seth" stuff is pure delicious.

Random thoughts waiting on the ferry:

1) There are a lot of east Asian tourists here; Chinese and Japanese in about equal numbers. Despite the short polar route, this didn't really explain itself until I saw all the Moomin junk at the tourist points.

2) Finland is officially bilingual, so everything is also in Swedish. I personally find that when I need to read nouns, Finnish is easier, but when it comes to verbs, it's easier to try and pick out the Swedish label. I can do the n->n mappings for nouns and the negations for adjectives, but Finnish verb declension is beyond my meager abilities in the time allotted.




142. Boat passing under the forts of the "museum island".

I basically have only Sibelius left on my initial list of tour points; I should get this done by six and have plenty of time at the hotel to plan tomorrow, repack for the ferry, troll friends with snack labels (pics 112 and 113, which is why they're not here), and maybe grab a beer at the bar by the Croatian embassy near the hotel if a) it's open and b) it's not all expats.

D'aww, no reaction from the dude in the Nifelheim shirt.




143. Picturesque generation station.

After sailing back, I decided to hike to Sibelius Park. This worked about as well as anticipated without a map, and midway through the central cemetery, deep into "ok, I don't even know where I am anymore" territory, I took a writing break.




144. Baltic skies as the ferry leaves.




145. Arch under the fortifications.




146. Rounding the headland coming out.




147. Better view of those cannons by King's Gate.




148. Looking up over the fort.




149. Buoy in the channel.




150. Coastline, pulling out.




151. Old tugboat.




152. Coming in to Helsinki.




153. Hydrofoil with Estonian registry on the waterfront. If I'd scheduled things better, I could have done a side quest to Tallinn along the lines of my Macau trip, but a) I didn't bother looking it up and b) I didn't know if I needed an extra visa. Finland is in the Eurozone and a Schengen signatory, but I dunno about Estonia.




154. Orthodox cathedral over some buildings.




155. Paddlewheel ferry, outbound to the zoo.




156. Cathedral from the pier.




157. Statue in the middle of the esplanade.




158. Row of buildings along a major street.




159. Looking up at the other crossing.




160. Last road going through this intersection.




161. Down another street.




162. Because the Finnish translation looks wicked silly.




163. Gallery installation; shirts hung across the street.




164. Memorial stele in Swedish in the park opposite.




165. A little closer to those shirts.




166. Slate for the above.




167. Kalevala monument from across the street.




168. Blending of styles on this block.




169. Kebab origami.




170. "Buy two get one free" is a little wordy for non-native audiences.




171. This is a hotel, but Empire facades and brilliant blue skies are what the Baltic, at least in summer, is about.




172. Tile-fronted apartment block.




173. Graffiti in English -- so they don't have to meet the two-languages rule.




174. Along a residential street.




175. Across a square heading west.




176. Awesome bridge, going more north.




177. Underside of the same bridge.




178. Cool mix of old and new; something in the composition recalls Dresden, like Altstadt southeast of the train station, but I can't put a finger on it for sure.




179. Busy junction under construction.




180. Just a cool juxtaposition of color and shadow in these blocks.




181. Finland slate; high-tech one side, nature on the other.




182. A better view coming back; the building reflects the greenery and seems to disappear.




183. Wall and greenery, heading back into the cemetery.

If I'd taken the tram, I'd likely be at Sibelius by now -- but I wouldn't've seen all this cool stuff. Transit when you mean business; by foot when you have the time.




184. "Between the monuments and trees".




185. "At the heart of the city". Listening to too much Woods again.




186. Seeing this beach in the lee of the cemetery may help explain why Finland produces so much dark music. Even in the heat of the summer, the shadow of death remains.




187. A few solitary graves outside the cemetery walls.




188. Cool block housing coming off the tram.




189. Frieze-covered facade of some school.




190. Hospital, trees, and sky; I figured out I'd gotten wrong-footed by about half a klick, and was coming back south.




191. Another of those UFO things -- and a different one, to the west rather than the east of the center.




192. Finally, the Sibelius monument.




193. Burst and whole pipes, and a bust of the man.




194. A full front view.

With this, I was done tourism for the day, and maybe period. Depending on how/when I wrap up tomorrow morning, I may just sit in a park for 3 1/2 hours and watch the world go by over a case of Karhu.

Awright, time to go home and get food again.

Part of me wants to give the mental Arab guy waiting for the tram a slap and say "hey, if the world disenchants you so much, work to change it, instead of blabbering 'shaitan, shaitan, shaitan' to a bunch of people who can't understand you and don't care", but I remember being a stranger in a strange land myself, in Japan, in Poland, and to a lesser extent here. It does get to you after a while, and I shouldn't begrudge people their coping mechanisms.




195. Unique purple trees hiking back to the tram. It's so weird to see something neither pine nor birch.




196. The light here is just plain badass.




197. Another cool composition of buildings and foliage.

In addition to the cool stuff pictured, there was probably just as much that I didn't take pictures of, from the crazy shop window full of all kinds of dildos to the restaurant indicated just by the sign "Olut ja Pizza". Beers and 'za -- what else do you need? This is the inherent compromise of tourism: nobody has enough battery to shoot everything, and it looks peinlich to try, so you do as much as you can in the breaks from actual experience. Want the rest? Come out here yourself.

Suomi Finland Tourkele part 1: Cross The Dark Into The Light

7/29 - Beverly

As a clear indicator that I'm getting old, we had a 401k presentation at work yesterday. The plan rep was nice as normal, but a little surprised that nobody mentioned wanting to travel in retirement as an investment goal. This is an international company, sure, but traveling only when you get old is super dumb. Life is not guaranteed: if you decide to wait till you're 65 to see the world and you end up dying of a rampaging brain tumor at 40, what the hell did you work all your life for? Go now, while you're still relatively young and strong: do it now while you can still do hard modes, live cheaply, and have dangerous adventures. If you haven't gotten to "the other side of night and day", as Dan Gold puts it, yet, you owe it to yourself to boldly go as far as you can, do as much as you can handle as cheap as you can swing it, and prove to yourself that "adventurer" is a title that can yet be earned in these fallen modern days.




001. Landmobile/airmobile gear in airmobile configuration. Note the fat crashbag and 'tucked-in' side pouches; this'll break apart to go on the plane, and keep the shit in the pack from breaking once on it.

Boston

The unexpected strikes anywhere; check-in was a little delayed due to a Danish youth orchestra coming back from a Midwest tour. That being resolved, it was quick and easy through security and just enough time to pick up a pub lunch before the inevitable pileup of boarding begins. My only concern is for my pack getting lost in the shuffle of drums and tubas. However, I should be in Helsinki long enough to pick it up. and Icelandic didn't lose my gear in the 10 minutes I was in Reykjavik on the 2009 tour.


7/30 - Reykjavik, Iceland

The flight was shorter than expected, but allowed an unexpectedly large amount of reading-Finnish-aloud time due to my mp3 player being dead, likely from terminal overwork coming back from HK and not being charged since. We'll see if it picks up any when these French people clear out in 45 or so minutes and let me surreptitiously connect to the outlet in the baseboard. Still, the practice was good, and the views coming down into Keflavik at dusk -- about 11 PM, of course -- were pretty class. It's currently night now, about half past midnight, but who knows how long that's going to last.

Along with a $4 bottle of water and a $4 yogurt -- airports are the same everywhere -- I picked up a mp3 player as a replacement, despite derping myself out of the battery needed for it. Fuckit; in Finland or on the boat if the old one stays busted. This did proc me nearly all the coins I needed, but then I had to toss back my ISK 50 piece on dinnerfast because I was ten kroner short between the coins I had surplus. "I had it right in my hand!"

With the extra breathing time afforded by the layover, you get more of a sense of the airport, if maybe not of Iceland as a whole. You see people, mostly European residents as you'd see anywhere else in western Europe, poking their way between continents on the cheap, and you also see Icelanders going around their own country, which even in the summer is largely inaccessible from itself by road. Whether to Charles de Gaulle or little gravel strips on the east coast, most of it goes through here.

You know you're in Europe, even if you happen to be physically on a volcanic rock in the middle of the North Atlantic, when you see middle-aged women going about in silver-sequinned high-top Chuck Taylors. Not even lying here. It would be literally impossible to invent that sight unseen.

The plan is to stay awake-ish until boarding, then sleep on the plane. The weird hotel situation (explained when I actually get there) will require me to be on full power when I hit the ground in HSK. The darkness of the night, though, is impenetrable -- and it's well past two. Shit needs to light up soon, if for no other reason than to take pictures of the dawn through the rain clouds.

I finished the Finnish dictionary in this interim, retention probably about zero. I'll need to watch TV in the hotel and listen to people on the street to get pronouncing things correctly. The main takeaway is pretty much that Monty Python's famous attraction is actually a tongue-twister in suomalainen (säkilaunen sisään sali!). The other cool thing is learning how Finns see the world: the way that the sekoitta/sekoittamaton construction is set up, "neatness" is the negation state (-maton), absence of mess or things jumbled together. We'll see when we actually get in, but Finland and stuff randomly piled together at least has the potential for the gewöhnlichkeit factor of garlic in Korea.

On standing up and taking a look around, I may be the only person -- aside from staff kicking around on classic scooters now and again, Iceland is too sensible (or maybe broke) for Segways and Razers won't cut it -- awake in this entire airport. The last time I overnighted in a terminal was in Frankfurt, which was the total opposite: here, there, everywhere, always in motion. Here, silence and emptiness, and a dawn that's not coming.




002. Viking ship model.




003. Viking swords and display.

The dawn's starting to come up now, by fits and starts. I should get some decent pics. somehow, over the next four or so hours.




004. Krona i hatt. This is 156 ISK, or somewhere around $2. I'm not sure, though; the only definite point of comparison I have is that 4000 ISK ~= 25e. Regardless, it's getting a little why-are-you-still-minting-ish, if not quite to the levels of South Korea.




005. Sculpture and advertising. The sculpture is cool; the ad there for contrast; back at the food court, there's another of them that uses the word "nutricious"; I suspect that this is a portmanteau of "nutritious" and "delicious", but it's a wasted one, because most native English-speakers are either jingoistic assholes who'll assume it's been misspelled by foreigners, or too stupid to notice in the first place, and non-native speakers, at least the ones I know, mostly throw the nine billion ways English does the suffix pronounced "-ishus" to the winds and don't care about it. Maybe Icelanders are proficient and reflective enough to get it, but this is an airport, one that's overwhelmingly a way station for other people, and all told, there's probably a better ad that could go there. Still, this is the country that came up with Lazy Town: weird things in English might almost be expected.




006. Deep blue clouds of dawn. It's about 3:30 and the scenery is pretty boring; I may end up packing it in after all.

So I gave up, entirely as expected, and napped fitfully for the better part of two hours. Half an hour or so onto the plane, and I can allow myself to sleep for real.

Helsinki

I didn't get any photos from the airport, but coming into Finland this way makes a deep impression. The airport's about a 40-minute municipal bus ride outside the center of Helsinki, and still surrounded mostly by forest, great stretching expanses of pine and birch, rather than suburbs. Hella cool to look out into stands of trees past the runways. The bus is through more of this forest towards the motorways; deep and dark and green in the summer, and you can imagine how feral and forbidding it must get when there's three inches of snow on the roadways, deep drifts under the trees, and more coming down on the other side of the year. And then you get further in, through high-density suburbs, something that's really jarring to me for whatever reason: I can take the endless highrises of Hong Kong, but single-family houses packed in next to each other cheek by jowl, like here, just really drives a sense of despair and disillusionment. The dream of your own home's being sold, but it's transparently an illusion, one that people are desperate to be fooled by, or they'd never move out here. I'd rather take my chances with an apartment in the city center; packed technically-separate houses like this on the British model manage to pack in all the disadvantages of urban and suburban living spaces with none of the advantages of either. Oppose.

Once in Helsinki, of course, things got a lot better.




007. First view from the station.

After a while, I figured out which way I needed to be pointed from here, and set off to the south and mostly east.




008. Sculpture while crossing the street.




009. Black and gold domelet, headed east.




010. Orthodox cathedral from along the eastern harbor. Yes, we're right next to Russia.




011. Ships standing at anchor.




012. Awesome old boat boarded up for the weather.




013. Cathedral up close, by a floating restaurant.

At this point, I was running below empty; I ate a big lunch in Boston, and then some yogurt at Keflavik, but that was it in about the last 20 or so hours, most of which had been spent awake. I pack extra energy around my gut for times like these, but a sustained body fat burn isn't as efficient as actual food. Fortunately, I was closing in on the hotel.




014. Self-service check-in. I got an email from this place with two codes in it. The first one got me into this room; the second opened up one of these boxes. "Only take your own key", it says, and apparently it works. Just Say OK.

So I got through that piece, showered off, and went out to get some food from the market. This place has a kitchenette, so I can make actual food as well as takeout.




015. Cool architecture by the hotel.




016. Ferry pulling out from the slips. Easy to find for Monday.




017. Neat metal cladding coming back.

I've got work to do picking out points for tomorrow, then eventually repacking my gear, but for now I might as well rest and make good on my sleep debt.

Suomi Finland Tourkele - index and introduction

This is the trip report for "Suomi Finland Tourkele", the summer 2011 trip hitting various points in Scandinavia, then Wacken and Party.San. It's based on notes made, for the most part, on the spot or shortly after, in the case where sickness, beer, or water damage delayed things, and so there are some inaccuracies that are mostly not corrected for, like always, the "you are there" feel. There are some parts that have been fixed, changed, or touched up, mostly to correct days of the week, cardinal directions, and time slots; anything in a parenthetical aside referring to future events relative to the time discussed was put in later, obviously. This would neither have been possible, nor as fun, without the people on this list; the actual posts in the report are below.

1. Cross The Dark Into The Light (Iceland and arrival in Finland)
2. Kivi, Meri (Suomenlinna and other Helsinki points)
3. It's Time To Cross The Ocean (Helsinki and out to the Baltic)
4. Going To Go Back There Some Day (travel to and city of Stockholm, plus bits from Malmo)
5. For This May Be Our Last Quest (a bit of Copenhagen, but mostly Wacken)
6. How Can I Laugh Tomorrow (Wacken)
7. I'm Never Gonna Shave My Beard (Wacken)
8. Zwey Seele Wohnen Ach! In Meiner Brust (Wacken wrapup and some wasted days in Berlin)
9. Die With A Beer In Your Hand (Party.San)
10. This Is The Song That We Chose To Sing (Party.San, now with actual bands)
11. Heathen Tribes (Party.San)
12. Move On! (Party.San wrapup, coming home, and stats)

If you're mentioned in this narrative, or you think you ran into me and AREN'T mentioned (sorry in advance), or if you were there, at any of these points, and had similar or different experiences, fire in with your story. There are 75,000 or so stories from Wacken this year, and maybe 9 or 10,000 from Party.San; this is just mine, and shouldn't get any special priority for that fact.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Euro 2011 concluded; here's to comrades near and far

The trip's over, I'm back, and I should be following up on emails/facebook/etc in the near future and getting the trip report out by the end of the month, since there are so many fewer pictures this time. Thanks and greets go out, in no particular or even greatly rational order, to at least the following:

The bar staff at Scandic Sydhavn, malfunctioning ticket machines, SG Dynamo Dresden, Kostenkorva vodka, the Sector Illusion dudes, Dennis, Lars, and the rest of the Aarhus crew, Martin, Eric, Sobo again (hab nix Gudrun angetan, ehrlich), Aeon Throne, the Hamburg police department, Daniel the world bum (dude, you shoulda stabbed that Bavarian pedophile, or at least told us you did) and the various Swiss and Austrians we breakfasted with, the tent robber for not taking anything actually important, Roger, Deutsche Bahn and associated regional rail in northwest Thuringia, Dennis and the Erfurt crew, inklusiv Müller, Knut, Renate, Haasi, Djorsten (did I misspell that again?), Mischa and family, and anyone else I forgot (big site), Sven der Saxe, Alex and Max and Hugo and crew for another year of bus/tent/van/early-morning-Benny-Hill madness, Donnie der Klohüter, Mitzi, Omer (still naw Scots, aye? ;) ) and the rest of the Israeli metal diaspora, Sara and Michael TerrorBlade and crew again (congrats again on your marriage, thanks for the vodka, apologies that I was too messed up to meet up Friday night), those Romanians from our raid on the Flunkyball tourney, the quarterfinalists that we boosted Köstriker off of (thanks & hails!), Kevin the undercover Aussie, Morne and Gwynbleidd for going above and beyond with merch, to good effect, Donald from Washington, the lovely girls who took active part in Mitzi's Aktion Rausziehung and the game dudes who made up the numbers, Tank and Zombieslut, Timo and crew (order your own Mortician shirt), cudgel.de, Andreas and Gerald, the long-suffering staff of Edeka Schlotheim, the Aussie dude who knows Wren (sorry, both sick and drunk at the time, no good for remembering names), 29 Pils, and of course everyone else who shared a beer or some railspace, took a CD or a sticker, and to the bands here that set me up with said promistuff and the bands over there who make it possible to get up these sick fests.

Here's to you all, us all, comrades near and far; raise a glass, raise your voices, raise hell. Next year may take us all closer to the grave, and may not take me back over, but we've no regrets and no remorse for the memories and braincells spent.