Rooksmoor's Tablets of Lead

Fortunately I was able to get away from the holiday very quickly, but that meant I did not fully learn the lessons of what I had done wrong ...

This was the day I swore I would never return to West Germany. I was so furious at the lost of my Inter-Rail ticket and the German bureaucra...

S urprisingly, despite losing my hat and the rain, this holiday had gone quite well, but this was the day I lost my Inter-Rail ticket. Looki...

I certainly remember the train carriage filled with the solicitous elderly women. It was a good thing they were there as the sandwiches I ha...

My attempts at cycling in Vienna were terrible. I set off down a one-way street on the wrong side of the road (it was the first time I had n...

The thing that stunned me re-reading this entry is my admission of guilt as I have never fare-dodged at any other occasion in my life and kn...

I think one reason for getting up so early was to miss the crowd trying to get breakfast. While I seemed to get on well with many people I m...

Before re-reading this I had forgotten how much competition there was to get a youth hostel place in Munich. The rules in the Land (province...

When in my first year at university I had met a fourth year German language student (a British woman studying German as a subject; language ...

It is interesting how I refer in this entry to my 'day off' and I think the fact that I treated the trip like a job or perhaps like ...

One of the problems of travelling around on one's own is filling in the gaps in the day. There seems to be constant periods of waiting f...

Arriving in Mainz, I encountered a problem which I have subsequently run into in many places. For some reason in many German cities as well ...