Well I bit the bullet and booked all the DB tickets for the December trip to Vienna. Total damage £158. Not bad is it! With stopover in Munich Monday night going and Frankfurt Friday night coming back. 27 euros Brussels to Munich, 39 euros Munich to Vienna arriving 1130am, 84 euros Vienna to Frankfurt arriving 136pm Friday, 27 euros again Frankfurt to Brussels arriving 935am Saturday morinng, with awkward 3 hours to kill before my 1252 Eurostar home. What will I do? See what time O’Reilly’s opens and have an Irish breakfast maybe. Spend an hour in Cine Paris till midday. Pop up to Gare du Nord for last window perhaps. Anyway £158 for trains to Vienna and back is not bad at all. And that includes a First Class booking for the Munich to Vienna leg! Treated myself there.
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.
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.