's Diary: Nostalgia Ah, nostalgia holiday in Monaco. I found the old reports of the time, enjoy!
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He went something like this.
Vezzo: "What is the month that is said to have some time dancer, Ronca?"
Ronca: "I do not know ... it was March?"
Vezzo: "It seemed to me in April ..."
Sine: "Dunno, I have no idea ... "
Vezzo:" Let us ask Sandro, all-knowing "
Vezzo:" Supreme "
Sandro:" Supreme? What do you mean high? "
And then it was called the High Prince of the Idiots. And that was how it all started.
Report of the holiday / trip in Monaco
Day 1
the first day, needless to say, you can happily spend between highway and motorway services. Occasionally we get lost in absurd state Austro-Germanic, take no logical order from our driver, whose resemblance to the Simpsons Barney Gamble is glaring eyes. He arrives at around three o'clock, and the driver from his best in a parking maneuver called by experts "sound Mincho": the coach stuck to the side, simultaneously occupying the sidewalk and the street (see photo). For this maneuver with a high rate of difficulty earned the total respect of the whole company.
entering in the hotel the group is pushed forced into a room beside the lobby, and some pessimistic begins to consider a possible gassing of the gang, which already proved to be 100% Italian in the amount of baduello produced. Instead enter a hotel manager who explains the rules and various other crap. While Tiuz, one of our two parent goes over the two basic rules of not smoking in the room and not make some noise in the corridors after the 22, the inexorable slide from his pocket toy gun bought a few hours before autogrill, with which , on the bus, he wrecked his cock the whole group. The Wimp scene that falls to the ground and the face of the controller are shocked memorable. The type is even more stunned when he discovers that the Tiuz is one of our parent company. Truly a fantastic scene, had to be there to give you an idea. After a resume
girettino nearby with a Campari Orange define unworthy was a compliment and a bad meal in the hotel, you go out for a first exploratory tour of the Monaco night. Going for a stroll in vacuum for a long time we finally find the HB, the Hofbrauhaus, the famous brewery of Hitler, a local nothing short of spectacular for its vastness and its size (and I Sine we estimated between 800 and 1000 seats). We trimmed in scattered groups, since, despite size of the place, we struggle to find tables, and finally I can drain my beautiful litrazzo of beer, Hofbräu Original, clearly very attractive. The atmosphere is nice, the place well, too bad to begin 11e30 sbolognarti out for closure. HBA take refuge outside the Hard Rock, which is just opposite, but not before he made a little 'show with the Koreans, who as a hangover was significantly above us, except for Ronca, who was already on the stars after his liter. Albe's scene that mimics the Korean to make the group photo squinting, with the same Korean side, is memorable. Inside the Hard Rock but it's the turn of granite, which he began to offer tours to me and Sine, making the rest of the evening very memorable. Very beautiful objects on display: the guitar of the Sex Pistols, the suit of Freddy Mercury, seat belts, Jimi Hendrix, the Rolling Stones guitarist, and a lot of other stuff (see photo).
Back at the hotel, is the turn of the 6e30 Ronca Show. Half asleep I feel that goes to the bathroom when it comes out, touches my arm, I had stretched out of bed, then you hear a commotion hallucinating: I lean out of the bunk bed and Ronca find a bear skin lying on the floor. E 'fainted when it came out and flew out of the bathroom on the ground like a stone. Sandro and I ask him if he is still alive, and once had the confirmation back to doze, even if periodically burst out laughing for the show Ronca. Among other things, I still can not explain to me how could not crack your neck, the arrangement of the room ... the experience of Ronca disproves the theory of grain on the effectiveness of the collar bone!
Day 2 The second day addresses the first of the large string of traumatic awakenings: little sleep and much alcohol are bad allies against fatigue. In the morning we look at the center of Monaco, the town hall and the cathedral (see photo), while the afternoon there is divided: some people go to see the Englisher Garten, while I, Sandra, Ronca Sine and let's see the Hofgarten (see photo) before retreating to the hotel for a rest '.
the evening, you still end up HB, against the advice of someone, but in the end it turns out that the game worth the candle because it is the turn of the Grain Show: decides that he wants to bring home the cup at all costs One liter of the pub, I Tiuz, Albe Vale and we decide to give him a hand by making a cover, and we are approaching the entrance, dancing and beating about a hallucinating Cincelli on the notes, sung by us, "Everybody dance now!". When you arrive at the exit there is a huge bouncer that stops us, sticks his hand under the jacket and the glass catching Grana slams us with a shove. There is also the time for a Show little habit: I can not find my wallet, so I riscaravento in the HB avoiding the bouncer and I run to look under the table, only to discover that I had in my pocket, where it had always been. I'm a jerk. A must bouncers out to a beautiful smile for a second time by the brewery. I expected a punch in the face, m'è went well. From the record
excellent red beer outlet in the HB, really special.
Day 3 The third day is spent almost entirely at the Deutsche Museum, later on there are those who go to see the Allianz Arena, I am not among those. Little to say about the museum: Very interesting, very large (say levels Louvre), and of course with very little explanation in English (Boche bastards).
the evening instead of the big company takes refuge in case of another major brewers of Monaco, the Augustiner, where a brothel meniamo incredible, so much so that the maids are several times to notice the silence, but we continue undeterred with folk dances and the great game of "Who was born in January, up! Get up! Who was born in January to get up on your feet. " The receipt of the account presented at the end of the evening presents the astronomical sum of 387 €, spread over thirty people. Besides, many, including myself, took two liters. Among the other, inside the pub, one of our, Thu, hath been found an old professor of medium (which it did in Sicily) and immediately fired the choir "Professor, bring the pupils," which, very cordially were about to come, when the prof has blocked. On the other hand, I think we were old enough to jail ...
Pushed as usual at midnight in the beer we flee back to the Hard Rock, where I shoot the misery of € 27 for 4 glasses of Jack Daniel's.
Back to the hotel, on the steps of the guys are starting to offer Sardinians drink and spend another two Oretta down to chat, laugh, shoot crap and smoking cigarettes. We also offer them a Sardinian wine which they say is a frightening blow, but once tasted not turns out to be stronger than any one of our Chianti or Malvasia. I finish the evening with the following score, I think to be my personal record: a bottle of beer at dinner, two liters of clear all'Augustiner, a Jack Daniel's Hard Rock, another pint of beer with the Sardinians el ' equivalent of a couple of glasses of wine in Sardinia. During the evening smoke over a pack of cigarettes. Certainly the lungs and liver have not appreciated ...
Day 4
After the powerful hangover from the night before, there's nothing fresh air of Nymphenburg Palace to recover. More than a castle, however, seems to be a seal similar to that of Versailles, even bigger. The palace is spread over two wings that wrap around for half an artificial lake, while the other half is wrapped in an array of uniforms that hypothesized to serve as apartments of the court (see photo). Behind the palace lies a huge garden, which is lost sight of an eye, but thin in terms of decorations (especially given that the statues were covered, see picture). In exchange, the garden was full of ducks to no end, which of course we have not jumped at the chance to play for a Oretta like elementary school children was ... too strong though!
eat lunch in another brewery dell'Augustiner, a very class-eye, where people take the divide between "without pork salad" (as he said the waiter) or a plate of assorted sausages with sauerkraut on a and potatoes, and I will still salivate when I think about it!
After dinner, the party of the day (because we are in a dozen others went in a concentration camp and extermination in the area) go to the Olympic Park, where it is assembled almost the entire gang. The area is very impressive, a mix of beautiful architecture, natural and artificial, to be let down her eyes. You can visits Olympia Stadium (see photo), the BMW Museum, the Museum of the rock on top of the tower and enjoy the splendid view from it. On the lakeside in front of the tower, the signature in the cement have left several celebrities: Metallica, Alice Cooper, Santana, BB King, and many others (see photo). At one point, Grana, to do a bit 'of irony, he calls me saying he found the plate of my favorite, I go beyond him and as a bit' I expected, I find the label of Ronan Keating. Then move your gaze on one side and widened his eyes immortalized in cement is the signature of Kastelruther Spatzen (see photo )!!!! I call there and Grana even he wants us to believe. A group loser Tyrolean we always mocked for their appearance and their music is immortalized among the biggest names in music ... absurd! I just do not understand them Krauts
... After dinner, some people out for a spin, while I, Grana, Albe, Vale, Sandra, Ronca, and Sine Tiuz remain in the hotel disco-pub to play and stick fubalino, because the day after the departure is scheduled for 7e30. Organized a torneone of billiards, is the reform HJusy with Tiuz under the pseudonym of Sanchez and myself to embody, of course, the role of El Presidiente. And we also HJusy to restore its former glory by winning the tournament! Sanchez Great!
Day 5 The fifth day of departure time, unfortunately. The coach almost all the people sleeping soundly (see photo). On the way back, however, we stop at the fantastic Castle Neuschwainstein, on the border between Germany and Austria. And 'the castle at Disney, so to speak. Little to say, except that it is a true masterpiece, let down from the eyes (see photo). After visiting two
Oretta, you start driving to Cremona, where he arrives at 7 pm. It 's over the free ride.
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