we've been bumming around Marurb throwing back red label and Absinthe in dire need of some green thunder.
whatever dude, this town isn't Disney Land.
Sarah Klein, you are amazing!
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Thursday, September 30, 2010
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Tuesday, September 28, 2010
guten morgen kraftwerk weinerschnitzel-day one
alright dudes,
so our d.p. (bill, short for el donko of puncherello) and i dip out of the states without any hub bub.
i flash everyone my passport, which may very well trump my driver's license in terms of government issued photo ids, to an assortment of reactions:
"VUT? Zey let yoo take zees? NO! NO NO NO! I VUD DENT LET DIS HAPPEN!" (Air India ticket broker)
"HAHAHAHA, ahhhhh shit! Hey Tina! Git a load uh dis!" (baggage handler)
"Mmmmmmmm, varrry gooood!" *mumbles something in German to his co-worker* (customs officer of Germany)
Admire it for yourself:
so we board our flight around three fifteen, roughly forty-five minutes before our flight is to take off. ten minutes before our flight is scheduled to take off, some indian geezer falls into a cardiac arrest that is ten rows behind us. el donko and i have no clue that this is going on until we see several members of the flight crew charging down the aisles.
half an hour later, ambulances and fire engines pull up on to the tarmac.
paramedics are telling the rubberneckers to sit down and chill the fuck out.
i switch off between flipping through my Harper's (which i finally fucking received in the mail a week prior) and shattering new records on kagloom.
they wheel the poor dude right past me after he had a short battle with the paramedic's defibrillator. a large tube was running out of his mouth as he was wheeled past me making a heavy gurgling sound from his mouth.
twenty minutes later, our white swan takes flight and we are Deutschland bound.
upon our arrival, we make our way through the passport check, grab our gear and luggage, and make our way to our head producer, sarah, and our translator/fixer, linda. all is running smoothly until we make our way out of the airport.
as we proceed to walk out of the baggage claim area, a few eyebrows are raised at el donko's tripod case.
"Es dis a veapon?"
"No, it's a tripod." el donko pulls his massive manfrotto 542 out to verify.
here's where we may have gone wrong. i pull out the documentation from our carnet service showing that we have permission to bring our gear in.
the amiable young german gentlemen guides to the customs office and says that we are to show our documentation there.
we arrive in customs. essentially, the lady behind the counter informed us that the carnet information was useless because we didn't have our documentation stamped by customs. long story short, our producer sarah and i are in a mad hustle to scrounge up 5238 euros as a security deposit for a temporary european customs stamp.
on top of not having slept for over a day (where prior to that i had mustered up a measly four hours of sleep after cutting rugs at berlin and the continental with the roommate steph and imbibing our fair share of johnny walker), the stress exacerbated how exhausted i really was. once we came up with the 5200 euros, we found our way to limburg where the crew and i checked in to a four-star hotel in a thousand year old village east of frankfurt. we would then make our way to a cozy german restaurant where i noshed on some vegetarian noodle dish smothered in german cheese while imbibing a fair share of heiferweizen dunkel.
decompressing on german suds will lead to a very tranquil slumber.
our next day would find us here:
filming these things:
more to cum!
so our d.p. (bill, short for el donko of puncherello) and i dip out of the states without any hub bub.
i flash everyone my passport, which may very well trump my driver's license in terms of government issued photo ids, to an assortment of reactions:
"VUT? Zey let yoo take zees? NO! NO NO NO! I VUD DENT LET DIS HAPPEN!" (Air India ticket broker)
"HAHAHAHA, ahhhhh shit! Hey Tina! Git a load uh dis!" (baggage handler)
"Mmmmmmmm, varrry gooood!" *mumbles something in German to his co-worker* (customs officer of Germany)
Admire it for yourself:
so we board our flight around three fifteen, roughly forty-five minutes before our flight is to take off. ten minutes before our flight is scheduled to take off, some indian geezer falls into a cardiac arrest that is ten rows behind us. el donko and i have no clue that this is going on until we see several members of the flight crew charging down the aisles.
half an hour later, ambulances and fire engines pull up on to the tarmac.
paramedics are telling the rubberneckers to sit down and chill the fuck out.
i switch off between flipping through my Harper's (which i finally fucking received in the mail a week prior) and shattering new records on kagloom.
they wheel the poor dude right past me after he had a short battle with the paramedic's defibrillator. a large tube was running out of his mouth as he was wheeled past me making a heavy gurgling sound from his mouth.
twenty minutes later, our white swan takes flight and we are Deutschland bound.
upon our arrival, we make our way through the passport check, grab our gear and luggage, and make our way to our head producer, sarah, and our translator/fixer, linda. all is running smoothly until we make our way out of the airport.
as we proceed to walk out of the baggage claim area, a few eyebrows are raised at el donko's tripod case.
"Es dis a veapon?"
"No, it's a tripod." el donko pulls his massive manfrotto 542 out to verify.
here's where we may have gone wrong. i pull out the documentation from our carnet service showing that we have permission to bring our gear in.
the amiable young german gentlemen guides to the customs office and says that we are to show our documentation there.
we arrive in customs. essentially, the lady behind the counter informed us that the carnet information was useless because we didn't have our documentation stamped by customs. long story short, our producer sarah and i are in a mad hustle to scrounge up 5238 euros as a security deposit for a temporary european customs stamp.
on top of not having slept for over a day (where prior to that i had mustered up a measly four hours of sleep after cutting rugs at berlin and the continental with the roommate steph and imbibing our fair share of johnny walker), the stress exacerbated how exhausted i really was. once we came up with the 5200 euros, we found our way to limburg where the crew and i checked in to a four-star hotel in a thousand year old village east of frankfurt. we would then make our way to a cozy german restaurant where i noshed on some vegetarian noodle dish smothered in german cheese while imbibing a fair share of heiferweizen dunkel.
decompressing on german suds will lead to a very tranquil slumber.
our next day would find us here:
filming these things:
more to cum!
Friday, September 10, 2010
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