After 18 months of traveling around Asia, we have somewhat forgotten what it means to be punctual, precise and, above all, to approach everything with a healthy degree of rigor. Well, nothing for that. Today Mrs. Germany made sure that we got a slap that smelled of all this.
"Nein," said the gentleman behind the rent-a-car counter. It was a little after 8 in the morning when we had a peaceful flight Alp landed in Frankfurt. Because the data car orders for our 5-day exploration of Germany they didn't match the information on our credit card, that's all we deserved. "Nein.” And after that two hours of phone calls and we were already at: "No problem, we apologize. We will upgrade you from half to fiat cabrio.” Whoooooo! Let the rajza begin.
Our task in the coming days is to dive into children's world so called Toy roads, which runs from of medieval Erfurt to of southern Nuremberg. And today, of course, we started somewhere else than in the museum porcelain dolls. Thousands of them. Anything with almost too much human eyes and invitations that will be something for you whispered on the ear.
And when it did Katka after a good hour she put on her coat herself and took it in her hands porcelain baby, it was necessary to jump in with: "Darling, let's go further. We still have a lot waiting for us today."
Erfurt it is Ljubljana similar town. A little more than 200,000 inhabitants, a center closed to traffic, colorful facades of houses and delicious boutique cafes and restaurants.
We were walking. Photos. She was enjoying herself delicious chocolate and more tastier beer. And to top it all off, a real German dinner in the company of a long bar counter and a nice bust. Two.
Now we were falling in bed. Somewhere down in the city creek quacking ducks and here and there you can hear the bell of a bicycle coming off the path. We won't watch TV because Angela still saves Greece, and at the border crossings with Croatia there are probably still kilometers of traffic jams. We'd rather eat another one a piece of chocolate.
Oh, one more thing. Twenty kilometers before Erfurt, the "Italian" gave up. Exhaled. He stood in the waiting area and spat something disgustingly thick. Well, Mr. German came with a German tow truck and took him to the operation. So. He's getting a new car tomorrow. I really hope it's a Volkswagen!
Read the other parts of the travelogue:
#1 Toy road / #2 Toy road / #3 Toy road / #4 Toy road
