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... home after a delay and eventually got to bed at 12:30, before going back to work the following morning. Like. A. Pro.
Seeing Bremen once more had reminded me so much of why I loved the city so much. The city itself is beautiful, and is just the right size to explore by foot without getting too bored. It also has a lot of student life, with a mix of foreign students that bring about so much interest and fun.
I miss Erasmus!
... my ear plugs will do the job and silence it a bit but for sure I
will be complaining to the reception tomorrow about this noise!!
Tomorrow's plan is to head for Amsterdam where I catch the overnight ferry
back to Newcastle. Rather than race along the main m/way I plan to head round
the top lip of Holland and ride down the coast road to the ferry port of
As for my wee Honda, she is going as good as ever. After riding for ...
... headed to the shops. The Germans love DIY and hardware stores and we were in luck for most things, other than the replacement tap.
We even found a Starbucks and had free Internet for a hour or so while we enjoyed a not so local beverage. Plans for the next few days made and with the hope of finding a camper van store in nearby Bochum on Monday, we headed to a local campsite for the night – still in need of shower facilities!
... were being submitted, allowing me to finally rediscover what a weekend is. On the Wednesday night I managed to have a final night out at Uni for 2012 before driving back home the next morning to catch my coach and subsequent plane from Stansted to Bremen.
On Thursday 13th, I flew out for my final holiday of the year to the city that I called home for 10 months not too long ago. After waiting for in Luton for 30 minutes in the cold as it was late, ...
At the start of the week I had gone to do the last tedious tasks necessary, which meant waiting for 2 hours to tell the Germans I was leaving their country (only Germans seem to wait for hours and hours to tell their government every little bit of information about their lifes) - however as I was not going straight home it got very confusing as the lady wanted to know if I was registering in Brussels when I ...