Looks like hot summer over and thundery cool rainy dark autumn is here. Would like to see C—– again. And E—-.
Looking dark grey now, could start to thunder and rain any moment, just in time for walk to station. Lovely.
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.
Back in the Max Hotel, and oh I cannot help thinking “Home Sweet Home”. It started raining as soon as I started walking down from Gare du Nord. Lovely. I’m not sure I’m ever happier than when in Brussels in the rain. We will see if there is ANY excitement for me later to justify this. Vienna was disappointing last time, Berlin was massively disappointing (the final nail in the coffin I’m afraid); Brussels can you salvage anything for me?
Gliding along at 222 km/h through foul filthy weather. Cold, lashing rain as night begins to fall over the German countryside. Still another 20 minutes to Spandau. 856pm. Ten minutes to Spandau. A silent train. No one talking. So peaceful, civilised. 243 km/h.
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.