Tuesday September 8th, Prague to Reutlingen
Up about 08.00 and in for another protein breakfast at Hotel Kafka, with a Danish couple who had seen Can’ardly in the courtyard. Knowledgeable chap with a pony tail who spoke almost perfect English. Like our Danish really?
After breakfast Mickey was having a smoke on the balcony when he was attacked from behind by the Norwegian lady of yesterday. She was about to hug him from behind when she suddenly stopped, blushed, and giggled. (I think we’d all do the same!) So Mickey had pulled! He spent the next 10-15 minutes chatting her up until her grandson’s arrived – yes, she was in her 80’s and had mistaken Mickey for her son. Poor bloke?
Can’ardly was loaded up and we visited the small grocery store run by some Vietnamese to stock up with beer, wine, schnapps, cheese and ham and cigarettes. After asking us where we were fromand then listing every country in the world, except England, the Vietnamese gladly took our crowns and we had made a couple of new friends.
Back to Can’ardly and off to Reutlingen near Stuttgart.
Fairly uneventful journey, except around Nuremberg where the SatNav didn’t recognise a new autobahn that had been opened and threw a total wobbler. It had us going off cross country over the fields. After a couple of stops and U turns we got it licked and continued, having stopped for a bonnet/picnic table lunch in a Parkplatz.
The SatNav redeemed itself by taking us directly to the door of Gunter and Suzanne, Jerry’s friends in Reutlingen from his student days about 500 years previously. Amazing - Gunter seemed to have aged at exactly the same rate as us, so we recognised each other immediately, and were welcomed by both Gunter and Suzanne with beers on the patio.
After chatting and more beers, they provided us with a great hotplate meal which we all cooked in front of us on the patio table whilst chewing the metaphorical fat.
Then off to Tubingen for a weissbier on the banks of the river Neckar, followed by a trip down memory Lane for Jerry with a trip to the Ammerschlag – a bar he had frequented regularly 35 years previously. Not much had changed at all and Ralf was even sitting at the same place at the bar. A few beers and a few hours later, Suzanne shepherded us back to the car and drove us home where we opened the schnapps we had bought for Gunter and all had a shot – absolutely revolting – we decided after the second one. Bed at about 4am we think – perhaps and maybe?
ZZZZZZZzzzzz..........
Up about 08.00 and in for another protein breakfast at Hotel Kafka, with a Danish couple who had seen Can’ardly in the courtyard. Knowledgeable chap with a pony tail who spoke almost perfect English. Like our Danish really?
After breakfast Mickey was having a smoke on the balcony when he was attacked from behind by the Norwegian lady of yesterday. She was about to hug him from behind when she suddenly stopped, blushed, and giggled. (I think we’d all do the same!) So Mickey had pulled! He spent the next 10-15 minutes chatting her up until her grandson’s arrived – yes, she was in her 80’s and had mistaken Mickey for her son. Poor bloke?
Can’ardly was loaded up and we visited the small grocery store run by some Vietnamese to stock up with beer, wine, schnapps, cheese and ham and cigarettes. After asking us where we were fromand then listing every country in the world, except England, the Vietnamese gladly took our crowns and we had made a couple of new friends.
Back to Can’ardly and off to Reutlingen near Stuttgart.
Fairly uneventful journey, except around Nuremberg where the SatNav didn’t recognise a new autobahn that had been opened and threw a total wobbler. It had us going off cross country over the fields. After a couple of stops and U turns we got it licked and continued, having stopped for a bonnet/picnic table lunch in a Parkplatz.
After chatting and more beers, they provided us with a great hotplate meal which we all cooked in front of us on the patio table whilst chewing the metaphorical fat.
Then off to Tubingen for a weissbier on the banks of the river Neckar, followed by a trip down memory Lane for Jerry with a trip to the Ammerschlag – a bar he had frequented regularly 35 years previously. Not much had changed at all and Ralf was even sitting at the same place at the bar. A few beers and a few hours later, Suzanne shepherded us back to the car and drove us home where we opened the schnapps we had bought for Gunter and all had a shot – absolutely revolting – we decided after the second one. Bed at about 4am we think – perhaps and maybe?
ZZZZZZZzzzzz..........
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