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Sarah McClurg and the Wildvines European Tour
... Bad Saulgau is a small town but has a very authentic feel to it. It’s a real, non-touristy town with all the half-timbered cuteness of Hansel and Gretel with a pint of beer and some spatzel. The bar we played, The Franziskaner, was really cool, old, wooden, and tons of Character. The sound men greeted us, helped us unload, and had us set up and sounding great in true German efficiency. We had dinner in a great ...
Dykes and bikes!
... but nonetheless there were still some promiscuous ladies out and about in their shop windows. Dragging Dave away we walked to Dam Square, and then to the Anne Frank museum but the line was really long so we decided to go the next day. Instead, we visited a coffee shop and chilled out for the rest of the afternoon and night.
As we had alot of time the following day, we decided to not to go out until afternoon so we could stay out. We walked into town and went to ...
Amsterdam
... 2 hrs. Then, because we were running late the driver dropped me at some Burger King in this little place in the middle of nowhere called Piding and told me the next shuttle to take me to Munich would be about half an hour. Forty minutes later he turned up so it was really lucky I had given myself plenty of time and arrived at Munich for my flight to Amsterdam with plenty of time to spare. Oh yeah, whilst waiting in Piding I thought I'd go and use ...
Left Eye Monologue
... sleep - Abby was totally dead out...but Noooooooo. Time to tell the story about our Australian bunk buddies. So itś about 1am in the morning and the door opens really loudly and all I can here is šAllll I can seeee are buttttterflies..." followed by šLETS GET NAKED" what came next, resulted in my ears being raped. They went on to have the loudest sex you can possibly imagine...underneath our bunk, with our entire bunk rocking away. I COULD HEAR IT ...
Day of contrasts
Today was a real day of contrasts...
First up the Anne Frank house. Only time I've been round a museum where no-one is talking, and if they are then whispering to each other. And it hadn't been a request made - just the effect of reading the background and story, watching the movie clips, and walking round the rooms they had hidden in. Haven't read the book since high-school days and thought would wait until had visited through the house before re-reading.
Then to ...