Ich bin ein Berliner

It's a Friday today and it was a Friday a week ago when I took the train out of Barcelona. Six of the seven nights in between have been spent on dorm beds in youth hostels: in Montpelier, Munich, Innsbruck, Vienna, Freiburg and Berlin. The Orient Express served as sleeping quarters on the fifth night, en route to Freiburg from Vienna.

Blogging on the go hasn't quite worked... composing posts against the clock isn't my favourite activity on the Net. But there are enough things to write about: the places and the backpackers, the cuisine and the freezing cold, drunk Aussies, Alpine Zoos and Nazi stories - all in this space very soon!!

Another night in Odyssey Globetrotter's tonight, and then back home... or maybe I'll stay on for a bit longer... the class is only on Tuesday...

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Q: What do you call a chicken, plucked, skinned and roasted over a slow fire?

A: Value for money, at €3.50 for half the bird, first discovered at München Hauptbahnhof.

Q: What do you call a stop at McDonald's when you order nothing and eat nothing?

A: A toilet break.