The €49 ticket was a dream (literally). I rode all over Germany—sizing up castles for zombie-proofness, drinking warm beer from street fountains, dancing Schuhplattler on wood-beamed barns at midnight (with a large-boobed serving girl)…
— by which I mean: I took the train once to a zoo in Gelsenkirchen (closed), and once to Frankfurt airport (which took 3 transfers and nearly 7 hours before I cracked and paid €250 to escape via ICE).
Local trains: eternal, wandering, punishing.
Still, I saw ghosts in Hattingen and wrote about war dreams in Nuremberg — so maybe it worked.
How beautiful!! You really made me want to travel to Germany to enjoy there beautiful flowers
What a lovely thing to read, thank you so much Giulia!!
Lovely to read you again! and looking forward to the spring in Germany!
Thank you so much, what a kind comment - and me too!
Nicely written! I enjoyed it!
Thank you very much, Georgi!
The €49 ticket was a dream (literally). I rode all over Germany—sizing up castles for zombie-proofness, drinking warm beer from street fountains, dancing Schuhplattler on wood-beamed barns at midnight (with a large-boobed serving girl)…
— by which I mean: I took the train once to a zoo in Gelsenkirchen (closed), and once to Frankfurt airport (which took 3 transfers and nearly 7 hours before I cracked and paid €250 to escape via ICE).
Local trains: eternal, wandering, punishing.
Still, I saw ghosts in Hattingen and wrote about war dreams in Nuremberg — so maybe it worked.
Long live the locals.