You know, the pillows here are smaller and much softer, and the squares on the toilet paper are longer. And there are aparently no fixed shower-heads, only those bendy ones. But anyway, I digress: ooh ah, my spine. Yes, sore spine and only have myself to blame...well for some of it, I mean, the first time I landed on my ass in the snow at least it wasn't my fault. Thank god I was wearing two pairs of socks, footless tights, jeans, a short-sleeve t-shirt, a long-sleeve t-shirt, a woolen jumper, an overcoat, a pair of boots, a hat, gloves and a scarf, or else I might've felt the impact a bit more.

But slipping over in the snow doesn't actually hurt that much, at least not as much as getting a big ass rock in your spine whilst sledding down a hillside in the shadow of a medieaval pink castle on a big black garbage bag. Mmmmn, it didn't hurt at the time, probably because I was covered in snow and couldn't really feel much of my body, but I tell you, it's got a bit of bite in it now that I'm lying in bed. Oh, that and because I can now feel all my extremities due to the 45 minutes we just spent in the sauna on top of building 2 at 73 degrees C. Sigh, damn that sauna.