Edwin's shit list. The left is a proclamation that Dr. Helmut Zilk's honorary citizenship in Kugelmugel is revoked due to treason etc. The text is too rambling to warrant translation, and should be experienced in its native German anyway for maximum effect. The right lists more of Zilk's sins against the Republic of Kugelmugel.
Despite his struggle against in his mind oppressive authorities, and despite placing the republic at "1 Anti Fascist Place", in a sublimely ironic way, the flag of the Republic Kugelmugel looks like nothing as much as the old Nazi flag, with the swastika replaced with a picture of the round Republic's sole inhabitant.
Street sign placing the spherical republic in the 2nd distict of Vienna, 1 Anti-Fascist Place. The explanatory sign below reads: "Dieser Platz ist dem grossen demokratischen Revolutionsführer EDWIN LIPBURGER der hier begonnen hat, die ganze alte moral abzuschaffen und alle Korruptions - Formen unter jeder Maske zu bekämpfen und auszumerzen, gewidmet." Or, in English: "This place is dedicated to the great democratic revolutionary leader EDWIN LIPBURGER, who here began to abolish the entire old moral and to fight and eliminate all forms of corruption whatever masks they may be behind."
This ice-cream bar just north of St. Stephen's is probably the easiest and most pleasurable way of gaining weight. My preferred mode of doing so is the strawberry crepe, seen to the left.
I don't even think it has a name, but here it is, marked on the photo. And on the map. Best döner and dürüm I've ever eaten in, well, anywhere. Lean, tender, grilled chicken meat with tomato and yoghurt sauce, all packaged with onion and salad. If you've ever only eaten Swedish kebabs - this is nothing like them. The kebabs served in northern latitudes are rubbery strips of brown meat. These are not. About as addictive as crack cocaine these greasy divine gifts from Turkey make for an excellent snack or late night emergency food.
Right opposite Halle near the QDK (Quarter for Digital Culture) in MQ is Kantine. Not as big as Halle, and with less "upmarket" food while still being of high quality, you can get a great filled pita or Asian here, as well as soups and breakfast.
Situated in the ultra-trendy MQ opposite the entrace to the Museum of Modern Art, Halle has everything from a six-euro lunch to gourmet food - and it all tastes great. For the times when you're hungry and prefer quantity with your quality, you can go for the Cheeseburger or the Club Sandwich. Both are excellent, and both will keep you full for the rest of the day. Even if you speak no German, you may want to ask for the German menu, as the lunch specials are not printed on the English one.
The first-stage of the regulator attached to the tank valve. This part takes 200 bar tank air and turns it into 7-10bar medium-pressure air. The medium pressure air is then delivered at ambient pressure through the mouthpiece by the second stage demand valve.
Buoyancy Control Device (BCD, the vest-like thing) with air tank and regulator + pressure gauge. The BCD is an inflatable vest. Together with the weight belt, the wetsuit and your natural buoyancy, you use it to control your ascending and descending. Mostly, though, you use your lungs as a control device and use the BCD for neutral trim.
This tower stands on the southern edge of the hill where old Zagreb is situated. Every day at noon a cannon is fired out of the topmost window as a memorial to the many battles with mongols and turks that have been fought here.
A statue of Dora Krupićeva, a character from the novel "Goldsmith's Gold" ("Zlatarovo zlato") by August Šenoa[n], holding the keys to the city. She is the eponymous goldsmith's daughter. Short summary of the novel: 1. Nobleman (Pavao Gregorijanac) loves non-noble girl (Dora Krupićeva). 2. His father (Stjepko) doesn't approve this affair, and plots against it, 3. Dora is killed in this plot, 4.Pavao gets killed fighting the Turks. The characters could be seen in Zagreb's Time Machine Event[o].
The Cote Brune lift. This is the last lift you need to take if you're going back to Val Thorens from the other valleys - miss it, and you are officially Stuck In Menuires. I have raced to it so many times that I think it deserves a mention and a picture.
Obviously a Texan, right? Nope - this is Stuart from London, with a ski suit that really stands out in the crowd. His buddy looks like Samuel Jackson. I was close to asking for a picture of the two of them together, but realized that annoying Samuel fucking Jackson with such a request could prove fatal.