Hotel Zur Post
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- Continental Breakfast
- Meeting rooms/conference facilities
- Drycleaning onsite
- Multilingual staff
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... the corner. The building remains but the Edeka is long gone.
Actually, there is no business there now and it looks run down. Next was our old airbase which is now used for some commercial, charter and private jet operations. We drove around and took some pictures and even drove around the airfield to the Baden Hills Golf Course which appears to be doing a great business. The day was beautiful (fallish) but a great day for golf - so much so that the ...
... back in Cologne. It is nice to be feel normal, have energy, not want to take a nap every 30 minutes...so, we slept in a little and then headed to town for breakfast. We asked for an American breakfast (snobs?) and she sent us to a hotel about a block away. Actually it was a lot like the food on board but we had a hard boiled egg - and then it's fun to be in the big city. Luckily we are near the city ...
Early this morning, about 4.30, we sailed passed Frankfurt and onto Cologne, berthing at about 1pm. We opted for the city walking tour which was about 1.5 hour duration. We learnt about the history of Cologne, or Koln as it is called in Germany. With a population of 1 million, it's the 4th biggest city in Germany (behind Berlin, Hamberg, Munich). The Romans established a settlement at this location on the Rhine about 2000 years ago and it has has continuous settlement ever ...
Bonn is the former capital city of Germany a distance of approx two and a half hours south of Gladbeck.
Brunhild, Norbert, Auntie Mia and I set out to celebrate the birthdays of Brunhild's son-in-law Lars and his eldest son. Lars is married to Nora who is Brunhild's eldest daughter!!
Along with 25 other ...
... the station and suddenly was near the Rhein on Oxfordstr. I tried to stay cool, but the further I walked the more unfamiliar the surroundings became. With my soaking wet shirt and perspiration running through my hair, I asked some helpful locals and finally found my bearings. I'd made the mistake I had always made when I lived there, but in any case when I finally found the station, knowing that I had missed the train, I found that we had mis-read the timetable, so ...