Honourable chair, fellow delegates, the eyes are on us today as we face this unenviable problem of how to have a gangstalicious time in the ugliest city in the world. But Rwanda has the solution, in the form of a three point plan, hence forth to be known as the Rwanda Plan
1. Get on the plane, regardless of how murderously tired you are, and make sure you’ve packed your Delancy.
2. When at the conference, operate under the understanding that your fellow delegates and chairs sometimes speak out of their proverbials, and as such treat them as placards (get their vote, shut them up)
3. When at socials, sing Scottish songs and remember your key: if you forget your key, be wary of Italian men who try to tempt you back to their beds.....
Looking back im suprised they even let us all on the plane at edinburgh.....

WORLD-MUN 2009: With great awareness of the task ahead we commandeered ourselves a lothian bus, which we quickly transformed into the EdMun-mobile, with Riz co-ordinating the construction of an obstacle course of hand-luggage, with which we successfully used to confound the subsequent incursion of drunks.

This WTO delegate has nothing much to say concerning the flight over to Amsterdam, although his 'friends' inform him there was an on-flight meal.....

At Schippol, our baggage was out of the plane before we were, although the Monitor seemed both confused and slightly dyslexic in it's firm, blinking assertion that all our bags were 'glost'. But we were finally there - 30 minutes later, after many burger king meals had been guiltily digested we jumped on the train to the Hague.
(This is the last time this delegate can officially vouch for the where-abouts of Delancy).

The train journey was the moment we truly began to shine as a delegation, with comments on local architectural delights (paraphrasing: Mike: "look at the houses, theyre so small" - Phili: "where, wow....what?") and there was something about someone having the power or something like that....

With the confidence and solidarity of a true UN-delegation, but with the sense of direction of a blind walnut, we set out with the intention of 'registering'. Any future proposal of a 'Rwandan Roadmap to peace' would forever evoke giggles: as Laars put it we had literally trotted right off the map (hiding somewhere under the 'legend' if i remember it correctly). Although i did learn the word for 'way/passage': spoor....i think.... In the end it all came down to our head delegate's words of wisdom: "Look for Orange Flags, they've always got orange flags...."

The first night was amazing! Although we were supposed to be mixing with the other delegations, i learnt so much about our group that night: We all secretly think we're Scottish - barring Moshe Dayan, who is of course actually Scottish, but we ALL seem to like freedom quite alot. All that having been said, the night also confirmed my existing belief that Ms.O'hara is perhaps the funniest person once having had a bit to drink: "michael....michael....michael....MICHAEL! ........FREEEDDDOMMMMM".

World-MUN withdrawal is definitely beginning to peak now though. I just had a little look up and realised how much i had written, so finally i'm going to condense down the remainder of the trip into a top ten list (in no particular order):

1. Me "AAAAHHH there's a monster, a monster chasing me, a monster!"
Mel/duvet-monster: *GRIN*
2. "I got fired" Moshe Dayan on his experience in Camp David
3. Me "Yataa!".....Naomi: "Dammit!"
4. Everything that happened Tuesday night in room 103. Someone with a better memory has to fill me in on what happened, it was all golden.
5. The prostitute/international law student in Amsterdam
6. Lord Mike's Pub Palace
7. That brilliant feeling when Christine and Delancy got the award! Well done again guys!
8. Peng’s theories on life, economics, and how you can win a nobel prize with bullshit
9. Spending and amazing time with 16 fantastic people – miss you guys
10. The smushiness reading those blog entries – gota love the G16
Mike