Well I spoke too soon; after leaving Koln we only went as far as Düren where we had to change trains for the rest of the journey to Brussels. Exchanging quite a cool ICE for another stifling completely airless one. Made it a very gruelling and tiring journey again and arriving at Brussels I wanted to do nothing except come straight to my hotel. Here I am then. Check in to my room by 605pm. Tomorrow is Belgian National Day and after Bastille Day in Nice, Brussels I think is braced for the worst. I should try to enjoy tonight as much as I can. Apparently it is 33°C in Brussels right now (doesn’t feel that bad) and thunderstorms are expected later. I have neither coat nor umbrella; let us hope I can find a porn cinema or a knocking shop to shelter in.
The 2 hour train back to Frankfurt so spacious & relaxed, and the journey feels so quick compared to going. And arriving at Frankfurt my Brussels ICE is already sitting quietly waiting for us to get on. The whole train to choose from, so lovely & empty. Happy to be heading back to Brussels.
Well the train to Frankfurt was pretty horrible. Sweating like a pig, there didn’t seem to be a breath of cool air on the train. A suffocating hot atmosphere. The train from Frankfurt to Nuremberg was better at least, the cool air hit me as soon as I got on. On the train home now—oops I mean the train back to Brussels; 12 midday. I didn’t do much on my one night in Nuremberg in the end. Foolishly I left the hotel too late and the Stage 2000 kabins were already closed! I had a couple of beers in Bella Napoli, then came back. If you like very big busted black girls then the Nuremberg windows are the ones for you.
Deutsche Bahn ticket to Nuremberg, and just 5½ hours. Leave Brussels 245pm, arrive Nuremberg 8pm. Perfect. Coming back leave Nuremberg 12 and arrive Brussels 530pm Wednesday. Perfect again. So it is booked. Monday –th July first night in Brussels, then second night in Nuremberg, coming back to Brussels for Wednesday to Friday nights, home early Saturday morning. The Max is cheap and Eurostar not bad £89. That will be my next holiday, presuming no Snap tickets come online before then.
1910 Ten minutes late already after getting stuck at Hamm (as always), we now grind to a halt in the middle of the German countryside—a very waterlogged-looking countryside—halfway to Hannover. As if the journey was not long and arduous enough. Heavy dark grey skies, raining. It will be 930 before we reach Berlin today, and probably 1030pm till I get to the Kanthotel. Quite tempted to get a taxi straight to my hotel, as it is so late. I’ve been travelling since 730 this morning; I can treat myself to a bit of luxury, at the end of the journey.
On the ICE to Brussels. A much more spacious train than the Nuremberg to Frankfurt one! Sitting in the Caribic videokabins last night I was thinking when I get to Brussels Fifth Avenue I’m going to f—k the first half-decent girl there I see, don’t care who she is; but of course that feeling has passed, and my old reticence will no doubt still be in force when I get there. And that I realise (again, re-realise) is why Vienna so often does disappoint. To really find a place erotic, to be able to really release the erotic fly from the amber, raise the woolly mammoth from the ice, there needs first of all to be a really good source of pornography.
Blazing blue skies now; not a single cloud. Those red Austrian Railjets look so heavy & clunky compared to the smooth sleek airy ICEs. Truly a design classic. Exactly one hour till we arrive at Wien Hauptbahnhof. Well, I take my hat off to Deutsche Bahn this time. Two days of travelling have been smooth & peaceful & dead on time.