German Exchange
Now...where to start...

In my first year of 6th Form (Highschool to any septics) I was invited to go along with the german exchange group from the school (The sixth form I go to is attached to a rather large school as well).

Now this was a regular occurunce and was a yearly event for all the German Students who all got a week off to go to Germany to experience the culture first hand. Did I mention I was 16 at the time, which coincidently is the legal drinking age in Germany for beer (as it is also for most of the continent).

Everything was going swimingly, we had all piled onto the coach and managed to make it across to Calais on the ferry without anyone throwing up, unitil we stopped at a Cite Europe or (whatever it is called) in Calais.

This was when me and my mate decided to go shopping for beer to last us the coach journey to Germany. We ended up with about 10 bottles between us on the coach journey without any of the teachers noticing. So far so good!

When we got to the town we were staying at in Germany we got to our various host families houses and crashed out for the night, bear in mind we had been traveling all day and had been up for over 16 hours or so.

The next few days are really a bit of a blur but as far as I could work out they don't have many lessons over there, and when they arent in lessons they're in the pub enjoying a few pints.

Then came the day we went to Colonge, naturally me and my mate went and found a nice bar by the river and enjoyed the local beverages whilst keeping a wary eye out for teachers.

Whilst we were doing this most of the rest of the group had decided to go and hide behind the cathedral (I have no idea how) and ended up getting stoned, on the coach journey back me and my mate were well and truly sloshed but managed to make ourselves at least appear sober. While alot of the kids smelt "alot like marijuana" observed a teacher. Naturally everyone kept quiet.

By the end of the week me and my mate were just getting used to the strength of German beer (which is much stronger than the rats piss larger we had been used to getting here) Just in time for a massive party on the last night where there was me, my mate and one other english kid, who was so sloshed after just one beer that he followed me around for the rest of the night repeating the classic line
"You're English, I trust you..."

By the time we had to catch the coach home the next day my mate and I had bearly sobered up, and so it was a long and boring coach journey for us home. (With the exception of us throwing up over the side of the ferry right onto the kids below us smoking the last of their precious pot before getting back to blighty.)


I know I can't tell a good story to save my life, but go on...click "I like this" you know you want to...
( Jimbo314 is drunk on, Fri 8 Dec 2006, 20:47, Reply)