Ahoy, bitches.

by | Aug 14, 2014 | Europe | 3 comments

So I found this place near Dresden – a national park called Saxon Switzerland. Which is deceivingly half in Germany and half in the Czech Republic, and 0% in Switzerland. WTF, right?

Anyways, they have these crazy craggy rocks and I really wanted to see them, because who wouldn’t? Craggy rocks are awesome, 100% of the time.

By train, this place is like an hour from Dresden. By boat, it’s 5 hours. I took the boat. Why? Because boats are awesome, and the weather was sick and I wanted to be ON A BOAT.

And it was awesome. On a boat, you get to ignore the rest of the world. That thing you need to do for work? “Sorry boss, I’m on a boat, can’t do it.” Phone dying and no way for anyone to get a hold of you? “Don’t care! On a boat!”

My boat ride was particularly awesome because it was in Germany, and Germany is the shit. Seriously. If you haven’t been there, go there.

GERMANY. IS. THE. SHIT.

Here’s what I saw on my boat ride. Ready for this? Get ready.

Pretty green stuff.

This big castle thing with a tiered tree-garden out front.

Mansions.

Bridges.

More mansions.

Swan things.

This old man, who was hilarious.

This sweet woman and her grandson.

This girl who was bored (she sucks, right?).

This couple who kept making out.

This little kid.

THESE TREES WTF.

Hills and clouds and little villages.

The engine room!

CRAAAAGGYYYYY ROCKKKKKS!!!

More craggy rocks!

I mean do you believe these craggy rocks!? There’s a friggin’ BRIDGE in these craggy rocks!

And here’s the glorious vessel that allowed me this experience (looks kinda shitty from this angle):

Now I know you’re dying to know what was at the end of my boat ride. WELL I’LL TELL YOU.

HEAVEN was at the end of my boat ride. Also some bruised big toes. But you’ll have to wait for the next post to find out what that means, cuz I’m tired and being lazy and don’t want to write about it right now. Also, suspense.

Nevermind, here it is.

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3 Comments

  1. Santa Claus

    I bet you the older couple who kept making out were having an affair. They took the boat trip to get out of town so no one recognized them and figured out they were fooling around.

    Kelly, I think you missed your calling. The photos you are posting are fantastic. I can’t wait until the next post to see some of what you are seeing. Are you getting used to your camera. Have you figured out all the bells and whistles yet? Keep em coming. Read you later.

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    • Kelly

      I was TOTALLY thinking that couple was having an affair. There’s no way they were married.

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    • Kelly

      And thanks, on the pictures. 🙂 I’m really loving it. Although it’s not hard to get a good shot when the thing in front of you is completely gorgeous. There’s a few things I’m still trying to figure out… I can’t shoot for shit at night, for example. I expect that this will become an expensive hobby. (Good thing my dad is Santa Claus, right?)

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