Next stop : Germany
11:51 am on the 2nd of September, 2004From Paris we went right out of France to Germany and the Black Forest. We stepped off our sleeper train onto Heidelberg Station at around half six and found a rather vague and useless map and made our plans of finding the river and having breakfast there before wandering along the river bank towards the old town with it’s castle and bridge (guarded by a rather fetching looking brass monkey) as it happenned we set off in completely the wrong direction for finding the river - exactly parallel with it - we couldn’t have got it much more wrong. By luck we were walking downstream and eventually ended up in the old part of the city and at the river where we finally got our breakfast lunch. Heidelberg proved to less camping friendly than we’d hoped so we hightailed it back to the station and got on the next train to leave. This is when things started to go a bit pear shaped. We used about 5 trains before we got to where we wanted to go, the first time we went through our intended destination we couldn’t get off and when we did get there we walked all the way up the hill to the top of town where the Jugendherberg is only to turn round, go back down and stay in a hotel because the hostel would have been more expensive and by the looks of things was full of screaming little pre-pubescent teenagers.
There is a prize of a ticket for the Paris Metro on offer for the person who gets these questions right : What is the name of the town where we spent the night, what is it’s main tourist attraction, and why did we not get off the train the first time we went through the town.
There will be no more of our tales untill someone gets the right answers. It’s a valid ticket mind, I’m not trying to fob off useless tat onto you and don’t worry if you don’t win this time, there’s more prizes left - look out for three more Metro tickets, 11 Czech Crowns (worth about 22p) and a handful of useless Euro cents. The Euros by the way is the worst currency going, stupid sizes and colours of coins, utterly impossible to count your money without getting it all layed out on a table, a fact that knocks on the head the retarded argument that joining the Euro would make things easier, as if that was a valid argument anyway, grumble grumble…
Answers in the comments box please
September 3rd, 2004 at 9:56 am on the 3rd of September, 2004
You spent the night in Dunbar. It’s main tourist attraction is John Muir House, the birthplace of the conservationist. You didn’t get off the train because it was the train from London and didn’t stop there.
Sorry. But I haven’t a clue. You told me the name of the town (V something, Viedrect), but nothing much about it, except that you camped there for three nights. Short of inspired guesswork (a gothic church/you were asleep), I’m afraid I have no chance of winning the prize and forcing you to continue with your holiday stories. Which are remarkably short on holiday snaps, btw.
September 6th, 2004 at 1:37 pm on the 6th of September, 2004
I can’t believe you are testing my memory. I can’t remember, though I know you told me. My money is on Morvern winning those Paris tickets.
September 9th, 2004 at 9:04 pm on the 9th of September, 2004
Och away, Euros are great! Particularly good if you go away to several different European countries fairly regularly - you don’t have to arse around getting currency all the time, and having hassles like constantly losing out on commission either. Long live the Euro!
September 10th, 2004 at 5:01 pm on the 10th of September, 2004
ok, you obviously aren’t up for games, but maybe google can help you.
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