Typical setup of a games fair stand; times 100 |
This means that way over half the space in the three gigantic halls of the biggest games fair in the world are given over to small, 4-person tables in which a game is already laid out, and brightly dressed volunteers stand at the ready to explain for the umpteenth term the turns, interactions, cards plays, point counts and other intricacies of this and that game, in English, Dutch, French, Spanish or any other language that happens to be in the intersection of the strangers who meet at that table.
Live role playing attributes |
In contrast to last years, the fair was concentrated in the three biggest halls, rather than being spread out in about six or so smaller ones. I wonder what this says about the attendance, which was reported to be around 150000 the past two years (one hundred and fifty thousand; that is, not distinct visitors but "turnstile attendance" - a lot of visitors go for more than 1 day and then are counted for the number of days they attend).
Carcassonne championship, with the aid of a chess clock |
Hollywood: I just produced two Oscar-worthy movies |
While Willem-Jan stopped at a stand to buy some Magic cards, I looked around if I could find Marrakech, the game with the felt pieces for rugs that I had played and liked in York. Turns out there are at least four games with approximately that title, and took me too long to figure out the right spelling so I gave up on that.
We had planned to leave at 17:00 so as to be in good time for dinner, but we had too much fun so we stayed until closing time, 18:00. It being winter time now, that meant it was completely dark, and still wet, not the most pleasant circumstances to negotiate the traffic-jammed streets of ugly Essen. Fortunately it got dryer as we got further north, and Elise's kipkersentaart was delicious as ever, making everything all right again. The weather for tomorrow does not look so good though: a severe storm has been predicted, I'll have to wait and see what happens to my travel schedule. The plan is to visit +Joes Staal, son of an old friend of my father, who lives in Manchester with hise wife Nicole.
Gestern sagte ich zu Heinz, daß die Holländer noch immer nicht verstehen wie das England Spiel ja wirklich läuft. Grussli, der Ron
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