Sunday, 22nd October.
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
"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.