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With the help of volunteers like zaubii, francesca, mathias_tt, lemon_head and phillip (and others ... I forgot right now ;) we set up a shop together. There are small things to test before they will go on the live site so stay tuned...
Anyway to give you a first idea: I just ordered one to see the quality of the products and the designs.
You can compare both pic. Second one is from the shop.
So what to say: It's great! Strong colours, quality prints and cool product.
With spreadshirt we will be able to ship to the following countrys:
Australia, Austria, Belgium, Canada, China, Cyprus, Czech Republic, Denmark, Estonia, Finnland, France
Germany, Greece, Hungary, Iceland, Ireland, Italy, Japan, Korea (Republic), Latvia
Liechtenstein, Lithuania, Luxemburg, Malta, Mexico, Monaco, New Zealand, Norway, Poland, Portugal, Puerto Rico, Singapore, Slovakia, Slovenia, Spain, Sweden,Switzerland, The Netherlands, United Kingdom, United States
BeWelcome NEEDs YOU!
If you feel like designing,
you are creative,
than it would be great if you would help us!
Just write me or check the quite outdated wiki.
Here are some other ways to help BeWelcome project.
back to my thesis now ;)crumbking
Trip: From Bremen to Copenhagen and back
A four day trip out of boredom ended up as a small adventure. Meeting up with the Danish film industry and hitching a ride with a smuggler.
In the morning the discussion between Emeline and me went somewhat like that:
Emeline: "What do we do today?"
Liko: "Dunno. Any ideas?"
Emeline: "Yeah, let's hitch hike somewhere!"
Liko: "And where to?"
Emeline: "Dunno, any ideas?"
Five miniutes later:
Liko: "Hey, I know. I've got a friend in Copenhagen that I haven't seen for quite some time. How about that?"
Emeline: "Alright, then let's go!"
Liko: "Aaaaarrrrrggg, NO. It's too cozy here. Can't we not sleep just a little longer?"
About five minutes of pseudo sleep with teasing fingers in my side and half an hour later, we stood at the entrance ramp to the highway. Our first ride brought us out to the first petrol station on the highway. The second was a guy who made his money at the stock exchange. Quite a lucky bastard if you ask me. He lives on Hawaii if he doesn't feel like putting his sensitive feet on cold froozen German ground in order to buy a new car. He made his first money with a high end stereo system given as a security from a friend whom he had lend some 10.000 DM. His friends idea failed and the stereo system was worth about three times as much. There you go, lucky one.
He brought us all along the way up to Hamburg, where we hitched a lift with a young father and his two kids. They brought us until Fehmarn, a German island in the South west Baltic Sea.
We took the next ferry and quarter of an hour later we had conquered Denmark. Unfortunately, we had carried out our conquest at dust and cars had become scarce already. On top of the late hour, the local customs didn't like our presence at the only reasonable place to hitch a lift; right behind their check point. In consequence, they banned and send us to the next petrol station. Normally an agreeable place, but when cars become an ever more seldom sight, falling temperatures not exactly supporting your feeling of comfort and the light conditions rise your stress level to unknown hights, well then even a petrol station can turn into hell. It took us around two hours before we had found a group of three Danish in a packed car that gave us a lift. The poor ones just returned from a motorbike races in Poland, where all their bikes had been stolen.Quite the moment to compliment Danish mentality to friendly offer a lift, even though they had such a bad day. Double thumbs up for them!!!
They even drove us all the way to the outer districts of Copenhage, although it meant a slight detour for them. They left us out at the next best metro station. With the help of a local we bought tickets and found my friend somewhere downtown.
After a drink and some Kebab, we fell in his bed dead tired, while he slept at his girlfriend's place. Danish flats are somewhat funny, his shower stood right next to the bed.
Yes, we leave home, finally. Don't know what will wait for us in Spain. Sure, first we travel some days with Mercè's (bw: merce123) family but then we have to decide ourselves where we go afterwards. By car they (the family) will take us to Barcelona and after a few days we'll take a car ourselves and go...
This is us still at home: