Last time around, I gave you a rundown of two of the most awful lounges I could ever have hoped not to set foot in; this time, things get decisively better. So much better in fact, itâ€™s actually a tough call
When I moved to Germany back in April (God, was it really that long ago already?), there was only a small number of things I was really looking forward to â€“ one was the availability (not to mention the price)
The next morning, as I said in my last blog post, we were sort of tricked by Munich. We got up, the sun was shining â€“ we got dressed and ready to go out, the sun was all but gone.
Weâ€™d been looking to get out of Frankfurt for a couple of weeks, but the price of the Bahn coupled with our seriously empty bank balances meant all bets were off. Thankfully, a friend of mine agreed to run us
So, just one week after our epic trip to Hannover, the next weekend came around and we surprised ourselves by really going out of our way â€“ to do nothing. Iâ€™ve started working and the over-an-hour long commutes to my
So we continued onwards, eventually winding up standing right outside Hannoverâ€™s extremely picturesque town hall, an old building that seems to have been one of the few to escape the destruction of the Second World War. With the weather â€“
Last time I wrote, I was staying in Ochtrup in the North-West of Germany, in particular I was patiently working my way around various galleries in the Dutch town of Ootmarsum, having some difficulty believing that artists in a town