Things have been a bit of a whirlwind of late, with plenty of issues involving messed-up train schedules and lost reservations. All the same though, things are good.

Prague was an absolute blast. We ate like kings at ridiculous prices. We drank Czech beers in cavernous underground bars. We also played a whole whack of foosball.

Foosball is an interesting sport, much because it is often overlooked as a simple, childish game. Not so. Foosball has all the elements of a true champions’ sport. It requires skill and determination. Strategies and ‘moves’ are commonplace, as are insults and headgames. Truly, a sport to be admired. We essentially had our asses served to us by any players representing the Czech Republic, and inversely kicked the asses of any players representing America. It’s a tradeoff I’m willing to accept.

Prague was also a meeting point with a travelling friend of mine, a photographer from Australia. We had met two years previously in Dresden, and for any who read this and remember my last periodicals, he’s the guy who I rock-paper-scissored with for Ben Harper back-stage passes. His photo is also my avatar on this site currently.

He was travelling with his girlfriend and brother, and it was a pleasant insight to meet such great people so close to him. We laughed over dinner, making ridiculous photos and dirty dirty jokes. We also donned fake moustaches for a while (my packing list isn’t quite typical) and obviously took even more ridiculous photos. These should be made available in the near future.

Now I sit in Salzburg, a city which I know quite well… if Europe is my old girlfriend, Salzburg is her heart. I’ve been meeting up with some old friends, and as usual, making some new ones. The streets are all familiar, as are the people who walk them, and the hills and mountains that surround them.

I have not yet determined where I will be staying and working for the summer, but I have a strong suspicion of the outcome.