Rooksmoor's Tablets of Lead

This was the single trip I made on my own when I was living in Köln, North up the Rhine by train to the next major city, Düsseldorf. I made ...

When I had been inter-railing in August/September 1988 I had been conscious of getting too far from the UK so that I could not get back if t...

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...

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 ...