Packing, packing, packing…
The morning began in an unnormal way: A crazy bird, named Keath, wake us up with his special
(means: horror for your ears) voice.
After eating delicious greul for breakfast our stomachs were satisfied and we now had to fight against
our alter ego: packing, packing, packing. (Only the washing bags of the ladies weighed about 10
or even more kilograms).
When this has been done, Bernd spoiled us with his culinarz skills, but this incredible great pleasure
didn’t last long, because the bus was waiting for us and we still had to carry all the luggage out.
(Special price to the to the scientists: just their two silver boxes weighed about 40 kg).
But we all were reall< mules and everybody fell down into the bus seats immediatly.
The day reached its end in the host families and continued in everyones’ dream.
IN THE END EVERYBODY IS A HERO:)