Saturday - Korfball and Carnage
There are three sports halls in the Eindhoven Uni sports complex. Hall 3, the designated hall for all the teams to sleep in, is the hall woken up by crazy dutch children's songs (Kinderen voor Kinderen) about developing breasts and growing hair in 'special' places. Knowing this, myself and Joey decided to sleep in Hall 2 - hence got a good nights sleep.
After chowing down on the food supplied by the organizers; mostly bread, cheese and ham, we put aside our headaches to prepare for a day full of korf against some particularly good teams. As a Cardiff contingent we split ourselves between the two teams UWIC and Thrust, also adopting Bristol Uni coach Kev, and a selection of ringers. Myself and Kev also played for the legendary Team Bube, who looking back on things played complete poo.
Talking of poo - toilets in Holland are different. Instead of going into water, you effectively do your business on a shelf, and flush it off the shelf when you're finished. This makes going to the toilet quite an odourous affair, however does give you the most fantastic opportunity to take a potential prize winner of a photo for www.ratemypoo.com
Best and worst performances of the day both came from the UWIC side, both against german sides - with a loss of only 3-1 to the german student side, including two full senior german internationals, UWIC outperformed themselves, managing to give a side some were tipping for the tournament title a close game. The dullest game of korfball since Taunton came to exist ended as a 2-2 draw against the University of Bonn, and left all those playing, and indeed watching in need of a serious drink.
And drink we did. We drank, and drank, then drank some more. We drank all our leftovers, and other people's leftovers. We drank until the bar shut. We smoked legally, then went to town to drink some more… You get the jist.
The theme of the social, hence the entire night, was “Royal Orange” in honour of Queen's day. Equipped in super tight fit Thrust branded Clementine, we embarked upon a journey through the streets of Eindhoven once again, amidst an even denser congregation of street revelers than that we encountered the night before.
After failing to find the awesome Italian restaurant that we patronized the year before, we settled for kebabs, chips and KFC. Tasty good. We also discovered, and experimented with, the joys of outdoor urinals - and celebrated with glee the amazing concept of buying cold take away beers from kebab shops.
It was around this point yet again that the team got split, upon entering the famous “Movies” bar. Team Jack managed to hook up with a few teams from Nottingham, and after a beer or two, headed off to the student union for the event organized social.
Upon entering the social, and purchasing far too many beer tokens for our own good, and drinking some god awful tangerine crap, we made our way into the sea of orange, to find the bar and secure beer 56 of the evening.
Although everyone else may be able to, I don't remember much from the social, apart from drinking. Jack secured the vom sweepstake (which was a rollover) when his namesake spewed into a glass at the bar. Rich and I got our heads sprayed orange and given more of the god awful crap to drink. Joey and Rich (maybe others) stayed past the closing time of the venue, and got home about 6 - not before Rich offering up a second portion of Cardiff brewed chunky carrots.
Jack wandered off into a residential area of Eindhoven by himself, trampling through people's back gardens, and grazed himself on the sides of a big ass wall he had to scale in order to make it home by the middle of the night.
I had an adventure too…
What I managed to get up to....
