Touching base.

I returned to Holzkirchen from Leipzig yesterday after bidding "Auf Wiedersehen" to Sebastian and Dana.  I found the situation south of Munich much as I'd left it.  Russ going reliably to and from work, and his two Indian roommates being decidedly weird and messy.  No, it's not a cultural thing.  I've known in the past and currently work with plenty of significantly normal folks from the subcontinent.  These are just odd.

Normally, I'm not one to use the internet to make fun of anyone.....but exceptions can be made, and I'm bored.

I'm sure they have names, and I'm equally sure I can't pronounce them.  Thus, we've begun referring to them as "shy" and "bro" when it's necessary to distinguish between the two.  Shy, as his recently and unwittingly bestowed moniker implies, doesn't talk much.  He's also the more industrious of the two.  He's up early, and proceeds to run a track meet between his bedroom and the kitchen for approximately 30 minutes before departing whenever and presumably hitch-hiking to work.  Beyond that, he mostly keeps to himself, watching movies in Indian or English on his computer....sometimes in the bathroom....for 2 hours....while other folks are trying to do laundry.

Bro, is just that, a "bro", sort-of.  For those of you who are no-doubt a little hazy on my terminology here, I should explain that the term "Bro", in the popular lexicon is not an abbreviation of "brother", but rather a term for a recently evolved stereotype.  Think of a cocky college kid who is a little too-well-groomed, wears a flat-brimmed hat sideways, goes to a tanning bed, and for whom conversation topics range from "beer" to "chicks" and not much beyond.  What we have here is an Indian guy doing his best (not-very-good) impersonation of an American "bro".  Unlike his studious compatriot, Bro is rarely out of bed  before 10:30am (it's light here at about 6:30), only occasionally makes it to work, and constantly tells the same story about drinking a beer (singular....it's apparently illegal in his part of India, so it's a big, rebellious thing to do) and approaching random girls in Munich.

Neither of them know how to operate any cleaning implements.  That, or they just lived in mud-shacks outside of Delhi and have really low standards for cleanliness.  In case it's the latter, I won't judge.  Neither of them, certainly not by Southern standards, are very considerate either.  Not outwardly rude but if, say, they are hungry and it's 1am, they're not going to spare a thought for how much noise they make in procuring or manufacturing their food.  They're the type of folks you really want to prank before you leave the country in passive-aggressive revenge.  Tie their doors together, smear vasolene on the toilet seat, put kool-aid in the shower-head....etc.  (EDIT:  No, mom, not really....lol)

My rant at and end, it looks like it may be done raining, so maybe I'll go for a run before dinner.  My boredom has been, in part, due to the spotty weather today.  Sun, drizzle, sun, hail, sun, downpour, overcast, downpour, drizzle, hail again, and now the sun has come back out.  This may be less "running" and more weather roulette.

Tomorrow I'm heading South-West-ish to Konstanz, a border city between Germany and Switzerland on the upper end of lake Constance.where the Rhine river terminates into the same.  I here the scenery there is great.