Previous KSG 'Beer, Football and Sausages' jollies to Hamburg and Leipzig had been very enjoyable but, for various reasons, neither had resulted in the fabled 'three-game weekend'. Would this year be different? Yes, oh yes!
Craig had proposed Heidelberg and Mannheim as possible destinations, for this years sojourn, as early as May (after Hoffenheim had escaped relegation from the Bundesliga following a play-off with Kaiserslautern). Flights to and from Frankfurt were booked soon after the (provisional) fixtures were released in early July.
Disaster seemed to strike in early September, however, when the weekend fixtures were finalised. As Craig hoped/ thought, TSG 1899 Hoffenheim vs FC Schalke 04 would take place on the Saturday and 1.FC Kaiserslautern vs TSV 1860 München the following day, but SV Waldhof Mannheim vs 1.FC Kaiserslautern II in the Regionalliga would also take place on the Sunday, rather than on Friday night.
Back to the drawing board ... and 1.FC 1899 Bruchsal vs VfR Mannheim, in the Oberliga Baden-Württemberg, to the rescue! Hotels in Heidelberg were finally booked and we were all set. I would be travelling to Germany within days of returning from a week in Sissi, Crete. My full attention was therefore diverted and so my usual pre-trip research (whilst bored at work) was skipped. As such, I didn't properly appreciate the following:
- Largely thanks to it's historic castle, Heidelberg is a popular tourist destination
- It's historic university - and also the one in nearby Mannheim - affords Heidelberg the status of 'bonafide student town' (#freshersweek)
- The cluster of US Army bases (many soon to be closed) in the south - and particularly south-west - of Germany means that many of the tourists and students who flock to the area are American
The KSG are not backward in coming forward. As such, we will usually meet and chat with, say, 2-3 interesting and friendly people per night on these weekend trips. Heidelberg - party town Heidelberg - was something else though; it felt as if we were meeting and chatting with 2-3 interesting and friendly people per hour!
We're usually pretty good at photographing these characters and cataloging exactly where we've been. It seemed to me - and I know Macleod (M) feels the same - that we've forgotten nearly as much about this trip as we remember about it! It was that type of place, that type of weekend. Don't think, however, that a short and sweet blog post will be the result. Oh, no!
'The films of Quentin Tarantino' was a recurring KSG discussion topic throughout the weekend and, taking inspiration from 'Kill Bill', I thought about splitting this weighty tome into installments. Harvey Weinstein ain't the boss of me, though, and so - deep breath - here goes!
(A hearty well done if you manage to read it all. A hearty well done AND a crate of MiXery if you manage to read it all in one sitting!)
^^^ In hindsight, the tone for the weekend was probably set whilst having Costa coffee (don't laugh) at Terminal 5. Macleod (M) was asked by the attractive older lady, sat next to him, to take a photo of her all-female group (who were on their way to Barcelona). He did as requested. We have no photographic proof of this.
Hey ho. Unlike Leipzig, our BA flight wasn't delayed. The ICE train from Frankfurt was late, however, so we were forced to to sprint across the airport train station in an attempt to catch the next regional departure. We missed it by seconds.
Fortunately there was only a 15-minute wait until the next one. It was during this time that the above photo was taken (good spot, Murdo, re the cola bottle in the vending machine!). It was also at this point that we would encounter the first - of many - Americans on the trip. These four were two retired couples from Asheville, NC, who asked us for directions to the Marriott - which they pronounced weirdly - Hotel. We used Google Maps on our phones to help them out and naturally got chatting. It transpires that they thought we were Germans, speaking English to each other in order to practice our language skills!
^^^ The HQ of Heidelberger Druckmaschinen AG, directly opposite the main entrance to Heidelberg Hbf. I took this photo as Craig and Macleod (M) worked out precisely where our hotel was ... a ten-minute walk, it transpired, in the opposite direction to the Altstadt. En route we would pass Mandy's Railway Diner, whilst an eagle-eyed Craig also spotted the Gaststätte Friedensglocke.
^^^ The newly-opened B&B Hotel was a good 'un (an improvement on the Ibis Budget in Glasgow, for example). Whilst waiting for the 2pm check-in we enjoyed bottles of lager (EUR 1.70) from the reception area vending machine! I also took photos of the relevant tables and weekend fixtures in Die Rhein-Neckar-Zeitung.
^^^ We soon headed back out; stopping at the aforementioned Gaststätte Friedensglocke for a few beers in pleasant sunshine before our train to Bruchsal.
^^^ Now, I had undertaken a little bit of research on Bruchsal and so was aware of it's claims to fame:
- The prison
- Largest producer of asparagus in Europe
- Birthplace of former tennis player Anke Huber
- Twinned with Cwmbran
Evidently, Bruchsal also has a red telephone box! We enjoyed a few pints in the pub in the background of the above photo - as locals gathered for the TV showing of Karlsruher SC at FC Erzgebirge Aue - before beginning the 20-minute walk to the Sportzentrum.
^^^ The entrance to the ground reminded me, somewhat, of North Leigh.
^^^ I was expecting the worst, having looked at the website, but - whilst very much a work-in-progress - the ground is already significantly more impressive than Altwood or Braywick (which is what I had, perhaps naively, envisioned).
^^^ I had scoffed when Macleod (M) mentioned their average home attendance was 351. More fool me. The crowd was (relatively) decent.
^^^ Team sheet, as held up for me by a bespectacled gentleman in the VfR Mannheim dugout. The standard seemed to be similar to the Conference South, although the players were nearly all youngsters and the football was very technical. Number 16 for the home side - Francisco Jose Rodriguez Carmona - was the stand out. Expect to see him playing higher up sometime soon. #TolgaCigerci, #BrittAssombalonga, #DontMentionBallySmart
^^^ "You are ground hoppers, yes?" Errr ...
^^^ Stephan Groß AKA Big Steve, or Kloppatoni. Truly inspirational. He was presumably bitterly disappointed that his side conceded a late equaliser, as they had been the better team throughout. VfR Mannheim, incidentally, won the national title in 1949 after a victory over Borussia Dortmund!
^^^ It is safe to say that the ground is not yet the finished article! (Check out the mud heap behind the goal!) Big things seem to be happening, though, so perhaps one day we'll see Bruchsal in the Bundesliga (although, currently, they don't even appear in the 'Clubs Profiled' on the useful Abseits website!)
^^^ PA man doing his thing at half-time ... which included playing a remixed version of 'The End' by The Doors. Truly bizarre.
^^^ Thumbs up from Herr Lechner, the referee (OK, so he's not giving the thumbs up in this photo but, trust me, he did soon after)
^^^ Not all of these beers were for us!
^^^ They ran out of sausages at the football and so we stopped off at the kebab shop, by the station, for dinner. Very nice. Back in Heidelberg we took a bus to the Altsadt ... along with a load of 18-year-old American students dressed in lederhosen (who were open-mouted at hearing Murdo swear in public!). Macleod (C) chatted to a pink jumper-wearing young German, who spoke with a perfect English accent. He recommended Untere Straße ... As it happened, after a quick peek at the Old Bridge, we headed into the nearby Irish bar - Brass Monkey - but it was too busy. Ergo onto another, more typically German, pub around the corner. Here Macleod (C) and I made the mistake of ordering pints of Dunkelweizen Radler ... dark wheat beer with lemonade, basically! Yuk.
^^^ As Craig and Macleod (M) headed for the hotel, Macleod (C) and I stumbled - inadvertently - upon the aforementioned Untere Straße. It was very busy and reminded me of Bar Street, Faliraki, back in its late 90s glory days. Somewhat open-mouthed (and not sure where to start) we paid visits - of varying brevity - to Der Kleine Mohr (Astra on tap and very smoky), Kaiser (packed - and with dancing on tables - but significantly smaller than it looked and nigh-on impossible to get served) and Jinx (the bouncers wouldn't let us in; "I don't know who you are"). Back down the street we walked, somewhat dejectedly, past Der Kleine Mohr again. The pink jumper-wearing German, from the earlier bus ride into town, rapped on the window and beckoned for us to re-enter.
^^^ We sat at the same barside table that we'd vacanted a little earlier. Soon enough, 'Pink Jumper' and his girlfriend had ditched their friend(s) and joined us. It really was great fun, chatting and drinking with them over the next hour or so. They were both students - albeit not at the main University in town - and had been going out for just four months. His name was Martin Klein and, as aforementioned, his English accent was perfect. He was from Erfurt (in the old East Germany) but supported - and used to have a season ticket at - Chelsea ("Who is your Premier team?"). She - Marie - was from Kiel but supported St Pauli (boo!). They were both suitably impressed by our stories of travelling throughout their country and also by our knowledge of German football (an example being when I correctly named Holstein as Marie's hometown team; she, in return, informed us that they are nicknamed the Storks) "We love Germany ... we'd live here if we could speak the language," said we. "Why don't you learn the language then?" was their reply. Errr ...
^^^ The following morning, Macleod (C) and I both needed a 'pick me up'. Fortunately, a couple of warm bottles of Heidelberger Radler (purchased from the hotel vending machine - and opened - the night before) did the trick before we met with the Breakfast Club. They had just finished frühstück at the aforementioned Mandy's Railway Diner (very good, apparently).
^^^ Craig had mentioned - and a taxi driver later confirmed - that there was a festival taking place in Heidelberg throughout Saturday. Apparently, on the last Saturday of each month, the cities/ towns in the region take it in turns to host the frivolities. What luck! The tables, above, would be rammed in no time. Chas Und Dave were more-than-decent, BTW, banging out tunes such as '(Get Your Kicks On) Route 66'.
^^^ I really would've kicked myself if we hadn't taken a photo with this character (Jonathan von King?). "Why? ... Warum?" we asked him, re his costume. He shrugged his shoulders. "Warum nicht?" A typical response from us, when asked similar questions, at Fancy Dresslemania over the years. Good lad! I really enjoyed sitting here, drinking in the sunshine, and could've spent all day in the same spot discussing British Knights baseball caps, the best lines/ characters from Early Doors and Phoenix Nights, favourite Tarantino films etc. Alas, we had a train to catch and another football match to attend ...
^^^ The much-derided Hoffenheim play in Sinsheim, which is also the home of the Car & Technology Museum ... with several airplanes on display. This made for a bizarre backdrop as we walked to the
ground outdoor bar area, where both sets of fans were able to eat and drink together.
^^^ It was packed. Schalke, perhaps unsurprisingly, seemed to have the numbers. Despite - or, more accurately, because of - their hated-rivals Borussia Dortmund becoming seemingly every football hipsters latest wet dream, I quite like 'Die Königsblauen'. Massive club, but rarely successful ... the German Newcastle United? Anyway, the 2000/01 footage of them celebrating a first title since 1958, only for Bayern to then pip them with an injury-time winner - via a controversially-awarded indirect free kick inside the penalty area - is pretty heart-breaking stuff.
^^^ The mullet in the background makes up for the lack of sausages in shot (there were plenty about and, needles to say, we did enjoy some ... sausages, that is, not mullets).
^^^ I remember the time ... when I was (inexplicably) photographed with the SC Paderborn 07 team coach in the Green Man pub car park near Wembley Stadium. This was nearly as random/ good.
^^^ Decent seats in a decent - if identikit - stadium. The Hoffenheim 'club hymn' certainly worth a listen on You Tube. Not.
^^^ The away end was seemingly sold out. Not to worry, there were plenty of Schalke - and owing to a Fanfreundschaft, Bochum - supporters sat in our enclosure. Plenty of goals to celebrate as well: three in the first 15 minutes or so, and four in the first half. The away side were 3-1 up at the break.
^^^ View of the aforementioned Car & Technology Museum, at half-time, from the back of the stand. Schalke's very own travelling club shop (seriously!) parked just out of shot.
^^^ The scoreboard, top left, shows the final score: three each. Hoffenheim reduced the deficit from the penalty spot shortly after the break. We then had a great view of their equaliser, direct from a free kick; the ball was in as soon as it left his boot. A hugely entertaining game - thank goodness, as no Arena Card meant no beer for the KSG - albeit this had much to do with hapless defending on display. I'm beginning to understand how Per Mertesacker has nearly 100 international caps! (I'm joking, obviously; love Per.) No real stand out performers, although I've subsequently noticed that Anthony Modeste - who notched Hoffenheim's first - is the league's joint top goalscorer, whilst Schalke's Japanese wing-back Atsuto Uchida was industrious, and Kevin-Prince Boateng showed some flashes of quality. Julian Draxler, unfortunately for us, was not even on the bench (presumably injured). A feature article on the game, by the Guardian's Raphael Honigstein, can be found here.
^^^ The train, on the journey back to Heidelberg, was full. Craig, relieved to learn of JT's equaliser at Sh!te Hart Lane, also informed us that Man Utd had lost to West Brom, and Man City at Aston Villa. Arf! I, meanwhile, impressed another American student by correctly naming 'Hoosiers' as the nickname for the athletics teams of Indiana University (she was wearing one of their hoodies). We got off at S-Bahnhof Heidelberg-Altstadt and walked along the river to the Old Bridge. Very pleasant.
^^^ On the Old Bridge. Reminiscent of Windsor Bridge.
This was way better, though, obviously.
^^^ View of the Neckar, looking eastwards, from the Old Bridge.
^^^ View of the Castle, again from the Old Bridge.
^^^ Photos with the famous Old Bridge brass monkey! Truly scary stuff!
Apparently we now get good luck. Or fertility. Or something.
^^^ The Old Bridge itself.
^^^ I certainly wasn't averse to watching the Swansea vs Arsenal game and so we headed straight for the nearby Brass Monkey Irish pub, which had been packed the night before. It wasn't too bad, this time, and we were able to get good seats. As we supped pints of Rothaus - and Macleod (C) tried, but failed, to get a decent photo of a mini-me Anderson (Man Utd) - Arsenal won to go top o' the league ('Hull City Tigers' also featured in the table, BTW, on German TV!). The landlady - an Irishwoman - took it upon herself to get out the scarf collection. They have two; an Arsenal one - as she is a fan of North London's finest - and a Bristol Rovers one! Apparently one of her regulars is from Keynsham (we would meet him, briefly, the following day). You couldn't make this stuff up! We have promised to send her a Maidenhead United one ... which will obviously complete the Holy Trinity of scarves!
^^^ The aforementioned festival was now in full swing on the Marktplatz. As we sunk pints of Heidelberger, had a bit to eat, argued over whether we preferred the Beatles or the Stones, and looked misleadingly glum in photos, the youth held what appeared to be an officially-sanctioned rave-up on the steps of the Church of the Holy Spirit!
^^^ Off, once again, to Untere Straße. It seemed even busier than the previous night; revellers covered the cobble paving, so you couldn't tell who was drinking in which bar. I'm not entirely sure where we went, to start, but I think it might have been Der Mohr - the 'big brother' and other, non-smoking, half of Der Kleine Mohr, where Macleod (C) and I had spent the previous night. Here we would meet and chat with various interesting and friendly people, including a bloke who used to live in Bristol (but had apparently never heard of Rovers!), a big Eintracht Frankfurt fan, an ex-Waldhof Mannheim player, and a Noel Edmonds lookalike (above). Decent bar, whatever it was called. Craig would head for the hotel as we left. But the night was (relatively) young ...
^^^ One of these two was the aforementioned ex-Waldhof player, the other gave us very detailed directions to seemingly legendary Heidelberg nightspot the Cave. I'm not sure, now, which is which! Anyway, as we mingled with the street drinkers and debated trying to find the Cave, a rather inebriated twenty-something started talking at/ with us. He slurred with a strong Australian accent but was actually German! He apologised for his drunken state (as opposed to
his nation's conduct during ze war ... forget it, Jurgen the German was soooo last century) and promised to take us to the best bar on Untere Straße. Our eyes rolled as he opened what was, virtually, the very next door along! More fool us ...
^^^ We didn't know it at the time, but this was Sonderbar. An article I've subsequently read describes it as 'one of the most violent dives throughout Heidelberg.' Regardless of whether Google Translate has gotten a little carried away there, or not, it was great! The landlord - who's back story is detailed in the aforementioned article - can be seen in the above photo. This was taken at closing time, when it had thinned out ... considerably (as the landlord blasted out the old Commie tunes). You could barely move when we first went in. Luckily, as Macleod (M) went to the bar - and was served almost immediately by the landlord - some people climbed down from the seats they were standing on (yes, you read that correctly!), allowing Macleod (C) and I to jump up. We could/ would barely move for the next few - exhilarating - hours (except to go to the Gents ... which, I can assure you, was quite a mission!).
^^^ This place was crazy good. Like a mosh pit at an over-capacity punk gig. People were (almost literally) bouncing off the ceiling!
^^^ Not only was it packed, but it was packed with all the right sort of people. Know what I mean? The girl in the horizontally-striped black and white dress - giving the V-sign, above - certainly looked to be good fun. I'm sure that the bald-headed guy's persistence paid off in the end ...
^^^ The rather lecherous gentleman, stood behind me on the left, and just about visible in this photo, was annoying the group on the adjoining table. Macleod (M) and I - the chivalrous gents that we are - arranged an exchange: me for him (he was actually a nice guy, as it happens ... and he was also a kickboxer!)
^^^ Why the long face?! fI would spend most of our time in Sonderbar stood on a small table in very close proximity to Maddie from Spokane, WA (which we would later read, in the Brass Monkey's copy of Lonely Planet, has a population of 375K and a downtown area 'sadly affected by urban blight' ... bit like Maidenhead then!). Now, it was loud in here - as everyone went mental for the likes of the Red Hot Chili Peppers - but it sums up the weekend that this seemingly smart and sassy young lady told me various things about herself - including the correct spelling of her name (Madeleine? Madeline? Madelyn? Madelynne? Madalyn?) and what she was doing over there (student?) - and I can't, for the life of me, remember now!
I do recall that she was out with two friends - a German couple (I helped him up, after he fell off the table at one point!) - and that they had come on the train from Mannheim. I also recall that, like seemingly EVERYONE else we met, she really wasn't keen on the Hoffenheim scarf that I was wearing. Unlike seemingly everyone else, however, Maddie was able to persuade me to take the scarf off ... ...
It would soon be winging it's way down Untere Straße, around the neck of a German woman who had been chatting to Macleod (M). The latter was able to recover it, thankfully, and so pride of place in the Anchor still beckons.
^^^ I don't remember this photo being taken (figures!) - nor can I work out precisely where it was (quelle surprise) - but I do know that it would have been just before/ after we had witnessed our second
fight handbags of the evening. Other witnesses to this one were two off-duty soldiers from ... yep, you've guessed it, the good ol' U S of A. Stationed at Wiesbaden, the more senior of the two originated from Tampa, whilst the younger one (who actually wasn't very old at all) hailed from Madison (the home of Wisconsin University ... the athletics teams for which are nicknamed the Badgers, not the Beavers! For shame!). What. A. Night.
^^^ Up (relatively) early, on the Sunday, for the 13:30 kick off in Kaiserslautern; the train journey would be our longest of the weekend. Time for a quick stop at McDonalds, and a photo of Macleod (C) with Der Fett Kontrolleur.
^^^ From the station at Kaiserslautern Hbf you had to walk through a graffiti-covered underpass - beneath a block of flats - and then up a steep, curved, pedestrianised road before you got to the historic Fritz-Walter-Stadion. As you can see, Macleod (C) and I were back on the cans of MiXery (50% beer, 50% cola, and 1% X) ... the woman who sold us the cans was (barely) stifling a laugh as she did so. Heathen.
^^^ We decided that Kaiserslautern are the German equivalent of West Ham United, mainly because they too 'won' their country a World Cup. Above is the monument to the four Kaiserslautern players - including Fritz Walter - who featured in 'The Miracle of Bern' (detailed in the early chapters of 'Tor!: The Story of German Football', which every single self-respecting football fan should read). The Mixery, at this point, was helping to wash down a Käsewurst (cheese sausage). Yum.
^^^ Like West Ham (I suppose), Kaiserslautern also have a reputation for fanatical support. They certainly didn't disappoint pre-kick off. Minus points, though, for singing 'You'll Never Walk Alone' (which is seemingly ubiquitous at football grounds in Germany). At least their version was 'a capella'.
^^^ Away numbers were reasonably decent as well, meaning that this 2.Bundesliga fixture had a bigger attendance (circa 31K) than the Bundesliga game we'd been at the previous afternoon (29K). I liked the ground. Plenty of 'character', esp. when compared to many of the identikit stadiums that were built/ renovated for the 2006 World Cup. It reminded me - perhaps rather perversely - of sitting in the West Stand at Highbury (as I did once, with my Dad, for Arsenal vs Millwall in the old First Division).
^^^ 0-0 at half-time, as we inadvertently recreated a famous Beatles cover (sort of). For the record, I much prefer the Stones. Which 'Best Of' would you rather listen to? 'Honky Tonk Woman', 'Jumpin' Jack Flash', 'Paint It Black' ... surely I don't need to go on?
^^^ Here's me brazenly celebrating a Kaiserslautern goal. There were three of them in the second half. Unanswered. The home side fully deserved the win, although I think that the result owed much to the abject awfulness of 1860; one of the worst performances I've seen in a long time (I suppose we should expect nothing else from a team with Gábor 'best known for wearing tracksuit bottoms' Király in goal!). Perhaps, as these two teams have a Fanfreundschaft, 1860 went easy? Just eight goals scored, in nine games, might suggest otherwise. Anyway, the game's decisive moment came when Kaiserslautern replaced the lumbering Olivier 'Billy' Occean with Simon 'Rudi' Zoller, and the young forward scored with his first touch - a delightful lob - to put the home side 2-0 up. Zoller also seemed to invigorate Mohammadou Idrissou, his strike partner; the veteran Cameroonian rounding off the win, with an even better goal, late on.
^^^ On the train journey to/ from Kaiserslautern (which seemed, to me, much longer on the return leg) we passed Frankenstein (above). Arf! At the stop for the SAP Arena, meanwhile, we would be joined by a surprisingly (and worryingly?) large number of replica shirt-wearing Adler Mannheim (Ice Hockey) fans. Further evidence of the American influence on the region?
^^^ Once again we got off at S-Bahnhof Heidelberg-Altstadt and enjoyed a pleasant walk into town, although this time we took the non-riverside route.
^^^ Noticeably quieter than previous nights (in keeping with the Germany which stopped playing music in the Düsseldorf nightclub we were in, on my stag do, as the clock struck midnight to signal the start of Good Friday ... and as opposed to the the Germany which, less than 24 hours previous, had seemingly permitted youngsters to party on the steps of Heidelberg's most famous church!). We headed, as had quickly become the norm, to the Brass Monkey. It was rather quiet as we watched the second half of Sunderland vs Liverpool and met with Simon, the aforementioned Bristol Rovers fan. It wouldn't be quiet for much longer, however ...
^^^ After the
football soccer had finished the friendly Irish barman informed us that he would be turning over to the NFL, much to my delight and Macleod (M)'s dismay. Suitably, we would soon be joined by a couple from Chicago: Tom (above) and Jill. Both were of Germanic descent and visiting the (grand) fatherland for the first time. Much fun was had, chatting to them, as we watched the points accumulate in the various games on RedZone. Tom - a John Elway/ Denver Broncos fan - was mild-mannered. Jill - a Green Bay Packers die hard - was anything but! Soon she would be referring to Macleod (M) as Krabby Patty, while Craig was Higgins (or McHiggins) after the character in Magnum PI (during Movember, possibly, but otherwise?). #topbantz
^^^ Jerry Jones is an asshole; Obama is useless; 9/11 was the start of 'proper' terrorism; the tears and chest-beatings of Ray Lewis and the like are for real; why the Packers - already sold out for the next 71 years - don't need to build a bigger stadium ...
speaking with spoken to by Jill was a real education! Seriously, it was a blast and I was disappointed when it was time for them to leave (certainly much later than they had originally intended). Great line, incidentally, when we were on the topic of TV. "Cheers?" I offered up, assuming that every American has seen this classic series. She hadn't. "OK, what about British TV then?" we enquired. "I love The Young Ones," was the (rather surprising) reply. "Do you like Bottom?" asked Macleod (C), perfectly innocently. The look on her face! :-)
^^^ One good thing about Tom and Jill going, when they did, was that they weren't about as Dallas conceded 20 consecutive points to lose 30-21 at San Diego. "How bout dem Cowboys?!" Errr ... Surprisingly enough, there was no drop off in noise following Jill's belated departure. The man above picked up the slack. And some. From nearby Neckargemünd (which we had passed the previous day, en route to Sinsheim, and where a large group of French exchange students had disembarked the train), he took it upon himself to serenade the bar with lusty renditions of 'Drunken Sailor' (several times) and also Johnny Cash's 'Ring Of Fire'. We helped him out, obviously. Time to go. "What' s the time?" someone asked. "Quarter to one," ... We'd been in the bar for over seven hours! Wowzers. Time flies.
^^^ While Craig and then Macleod (M) headed for the hotel (sensible), Macleod (C) and I tried desperately to find somewhere open on the near deserted Untere Straße (not sensible). There seemed to be only one place still serving, the sizeable but virtually empty Destille. Needless to say, though, more characters were awaiting us in here. Rather regrettably, we took several photos of this BFG, from Sandhausen, but none of the rather attractive lady in a 'Christmas Jumper' ... who was so keen for a photo with us that, after her group had left and I'd (belatedly) gone after them, her mates had to - literally - hold her back to stop her from re-joining us! #epicfail, #toolittletoolate
^^^ The others we were drinking - and finally departed - with were a Croatian celebrating his 26th birthday (above, with cap) and his mate. They shall be known as the Midouri Boys as the latter had bought everyone, who was left in the bar, a shot of melon based liquor. #stillgame
^^^ The Midouri Boys took us to the aforementioned Cave. It was shut (and pulling at the door wasn't going to make much of a difference, bearing in mind that it clearly opened inwards!). We said our goodbyes and began an arduous, rather lonely, and stop-start 20+ minute walk along the dead straight Hauptstraße (shop, after shop, after shop, after shop).
^^^ Finishing off the MiXery on the train back to Frankfurt. A few hours after this photo was taken - less time than we'd spent in the Brass Monkey, the night before - Craig, Macleod (M), and I were getting picked up by my Dad from T5 (Callum, in contrast, would have to wait much longer for his return flight to Dublin; poor chap). The following day - 1st October - I was back at work for the first time since 13th September. Ouch.
I've been to both Greece and Germany numerous times. The week spent in Sissi, Crete - followed by the weekend spent in Heidelberg - are my favourite trips to each country (with the possible exception of my stag do in Düsseldorf). As such, I've had a double strength dose of post-holiday blues. Even now, a week after events in Heidelberg, I am struggling to cope with the return to normality.
I have to admit to strong feelings of regret; all those Germans speaking fluent English, all those youthful Americans experiencing student life in another country. Why didn't I continue learning German, after obtaining an A-grade at GCSE? If I knew then, what I know now, I'd definitely be off to further my studies in both Germany and the States.
Hey ho, that is the past. What about the future? Well, for the KSG there will hopefully be another trip to Germany before the season is out, as we have a visit to Berlin pencilled in for May. I've heard that Berlin is amazing (Craig and the Macleods have all been before). If that weekender is even half as good as this one, then I'll be mightily impressed. As you can tell, I'm a big fan of Heidelberg. Would I recommend it? Yes. Yes, yes, and yes again. Would I return? Nah. Not unlike that legendary night out we had in Plymouth, it simply couldn't live up to expectations, second time around. #contrary ;-)