Sunday, 22nd October.
Deutsches Museum

I arrived at the Deutsches Museum at about 10am. At the entrance I asked for one of the English editions of the guidebooks, por favor... "Uh, I mean bitte!" I spluttered. "That's ok," the lady replied in English, "I would've understood. That's the problem with being multilingual."
"I don't consider myself to be multilingual," I said, "I just stuff up as many languages as possible."

There is a lot of stuff in the Deutsches Museum. Too much to detail here.

Back at the hostel I had to change rooms. My new bed was covered in pubic hair! I was unimpressed.

And for dinner, I went out with Keith the Canadian and Yet More Canadians...and a New Zealand chick.