I promise, I’m not about to fall in a pond and drown or anything. I got bored of just plotting further travel and decided to take some self-portraits. At the moment I’m the only person who’ll pose for me, so I’m the only model I can practice on. And right now, I like being curled up on the bed reading, so that’s my modelling location (also, right now I seem to only like photos with only bits of my face in – clearly full-frontal portraiture is not my thing). I have Jasper Fforde’s newest, Shades of Grey, and Malcolm Gladwell’s The Tipping Point on the go. I’m also reading the Lonely Planet Encounter Guide to Berlin.
AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. BERLIN.
OK. Shrieking done.
I have just over two months left in Germany before the lease on the apartment is up/the scholarship money stops coming in and I have to head back to the Cornwall (where I plan to carry on exactly the same way I am now – writing, job hunting, and taking photos, except with less wurst and more roskilly’s ice cream). So I’m trying to make the most of it. I’m going to Trier for a couple of days at the end of the week to see Roman stuff. Trier’s nearly three hours by train, so a day trip is pushing it, giving me an excuse to stay overnight, hurrah. Then, before I finally head home the Maternal Unit is coming out to visit so that we can go down the Rhine to Mainz, the Loreley and Koblenz – and so that she can give me a hand yanking my hefty suitcase on and off the trains on the way home. Aaaand, Berlin.
