Saltaire Brewery Open Evening – September 2013

A Weekend in Bristol with an option for Bath. The original September Weekend Concept conceived back in the day. However, Hockey Commitments meant Marg had to bale. Two still went. At the end of November 2011, Hector worked out that the next time the Saltaire Brewery Open Night would coincide with a September Weekend Holiday would be 2013 and 2014. Last time the visit was no more than a Soupçon. This year…

Dr. Stan would reside with Ricky, The Man from Bradford. Jonathan, Robin, Clive and Hector had rooms at the (very attractive price-wise) Travelodge at Forster Square. Our stays here are accumulating steadily.

Robin and Hector had a Superb Curry-Heute Experience at the Sheesh Mahal before taking the train out to Shipley. Last time Dr. Stan marched me from Station to Brewery, in the dark. Google Maps were not much of a help. With a bit of Dead-Reckoning we headed towards the Canal. The Brewery was upon us before we knew it. What chance would Clive have in finding it later, a Test. The Ladies on the gate were happy to join in the ritual Photos.

Tickets were £5.00 and included the First Pint. All Pints were on sale at £2.00.

With three bars in operation the set-up was quite efficient. Jonathan, Dr. Stan, Ricky and Library Mick (last seen in Krakow) had the best table upstairs. They had been out a while, I started with the

Saltaire’s Cascade at 4.8% as I had last time. With Centennial Hops, this American Style Pale Ale should have impressed, it didn’t. The Ale was too arm, the Flavours did not come through. A change of Ale was required.

Sticking with Saltaire Ale, the Madagascan at 5.0% was an instant hit. Hoppy with Flavours of Tropical Fruit – was the given description, and most importantly it wasn’t Sweet.

The walls were adorned with Brewing Technicalities. The removal of Sugars from Bier was worth noting. How can Bier/Ale possibly contain any Calories?

Clive arrived his train terminating early saw him actually gain some time. Only in Britain. The Company was Complete.

Somebody tried the Shipwreck at 6.5% (Liverpool Organic Brewery). An IPA with Citrus to the fore, this ticked the Proverbial Boxes. An Ale to stick with.

Ricky was known by many who stopped off to say – Hi, or he disappeared off for a chatter. So, why did The Big Bang Theory keep coming up? Mick just went. Eventually it was just Clive and Hector left. And not for the first time.

We were joined by Bernard and Mick, two Locals. The next hour or so was sheer joy. Two Chaps who chatted as if we had known each other for years. It was they who suggested the Final Ale choice of the evening again from Saltaire.

Hazelnut Coffee Porter at 4.8% is not my usual style but the Pedigree was attractive – German Malts and Hops, it did Taste of Coffee and Nuts. Dark Ale at the end of an evening is reminiscent of Bamberg.

With a far too respectable 22.00 closing time, it is not surprising to reveal once again that Clive and Hector were last to leave. Time for a few more photos of The Staff who had served us so well throughout the evening. And maybe a Curry in Shipley?

The Brewery visited today:

Saltaire – Unit 6, County Workshops, Dockfield Rd, Shipley, West Yorkshire, BD17 7AR

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The Drovers Rest, Monkhill – Carlisle

This story begins a couple of years back in Hengler’s Circus (Sauchiehall St. Glasgow) where a Young Bearded Chap called Sandy took this branch of Wetherspoons by storm. Giving the Customers what they want, an adage best understood by Nigel at The Staggs (Musselburgh). Within the constraints of Wetherspoons Suppliers of Ale, Sandy managed to Source most of the Hawkshead (Staveley, Cumbria) range of Ales just as they were becoming irresistible, NZPA in particular. When we met the Hawkshead Brewery Chaps earlier this year, they remarked that most of the NZPA brewed goes to Glasgow, guess where?

Settled at Hengler’s Circus Sandy was moved on to The Counting House (George Square, Glasgow). Not a Fan of Wetherspoons, Hector was motivated to write an article in praise of how much both the Quality of Ale on offer here, and more surprisingly, the Service, had become. Five Oakham Ales on Simultaneously!  Just as we were becoming comfortable in the Counting House, Sandy moved back to Hengler’s Circus, enough already.

Today, The Usual Suspects, Twelve Plus One, made the trip South to Carlisle. Three Taxis sped us the four Kilometres west to the Drovers Rest Inn (Monkhill, Burgh-by-Sands, Carlisle, Cumbria, CA5 6DB), Sandy’s latest venture. This would be Special, Sandy is no longer The Charge Hand, he is The Landlord. (Accompanied by his Lady Sarah and her Parents.)

Arriving shortly after Opening Time, we were not surprised to be the First Customers of the day. Time to look around.

As the name suggests, this venue goes back in time, a Traditional English Pub. With a Main Seated area and Alcove-like Side to choose from, we took the Side Area. As Yvonne noted, we arranged ourselves around the tables replicating our choice of seat at The Staggs. Here we sat, the conversation began, the Ale was supped.

A Games Room lies to the Rear with Darts and Pool. Another separate room is the dedicated Dining Room. Sandy, himself, is The Chef too. Food is generally available until 14.00 and then again from 17.00.

There are four Ale Taps, three are typically on. Sandy had secured a Cask of 5 Hops (Hawkshead, Staveley, Cumbria). At 5% this is bang on. Pale, Hoppy and with the Desired Citrus Bite, enough to travel down from Scotland to consume. And so we did.

The Food Order was brought to our tables, Cumberland Sausages, Lasagne, Fish and Chips, and Soup du Jour. Curry-Heute would be later.

Craig wanted to play Pool, to Yvonne’s surprise he won. Craig kept winning until Cool Hand Howard took to the Baize. Alan went for Walks, I believe. Pool and Darts amused those who did not stay in the Chosen seat.

Sandy & Co. have a very Fine Pub. That they are outwith Carlisle means passing trade may well be motorised. It cost us £3 a head each way, surely The Locals can arrange a way of getting out here and home too? This Pub sells Quality Ale in a Pleasant and Relaxed Atmosphere.  In the Carlisle area this should not be taken for granted.

There was never any doubt that we would make The Trip.  When Sandy (and Sarah) wishes us to return, he knows what Ales to put on.  Mac may be glad to see us too, especially if Yvonne takes more Nürnberg Sausages…

By 18.00 we had to arrange Taxis to take us back to Carlisle Station. One hour by Virgin Train and we were back in The Metropolis. Now it was time for Curry-Heute – The Wee Curry Shop.

The Final Pint

Dr. Stan had not been with us today, there was a rendezvous at the 3 Judges (Dumbarton Rd., Glasgow). They had one outstanding Ale on offer – Hawkshead 5 Hops!

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Wolf Strassenfest 2013 + Traben-Trarbach too

Die Bahn were in efficient mode today. Dr. Stan and Hector made their Seven Minute Connection at Koblenz having travelled in little time at all on an Inter-City Zug from Düsseldorf. The next Connection at Bullay saw us finally approach Traben-Trarbach.

Clive and Maggie with two Crawley Friends and First-Timers, John and Jean, had arrived last night after a ten hour drive. Jonathan, his two Sisters and their respective Husbands had arrived on an early morning Flight from Edinburgh. Kari was with us last year. Irony of Ironies, no such Flight existed when Hector was arranging his Travel. Kirstie, Simon and John were also making their inaugural Trip to Wolf.

The Nine were sat outside the Stork Stütze in Trarbach drinking a variety of Weizenbier (Erdinger) and Zischke from the re-branded Königsbacher (Koblenzer, Koblenz, Rheinland-Pfalz). This Unfiltered Hell, or Kellerbier, as the Doris was serving it has been a favourite of Hector’s for over a decade. That it has appeared at this venue could be crucial for the future of visits to this Town. The Smoking Ban has not really arrived in Traben-Trarbach, too many Raucher-Locale. The Altstadt Café and Hami’s have become almost intolerable, The Station Bar (Türmchen) has reportedly no Bier worth drinking. When the Franziskaner was replaced by Erdinger (Erding, Bayern) last year, it was the Final Straw. This could be the New Venue we need. A Winter Trip when we go in to Drink and not necessarily Eat, will be the Test.

Dr. Stan and Hector went on to the Altstadt Café to check-in. A warm welcome from Frank, as ever.

Despite it being much warmer than Blighty, various members of the Company disappeared back to the Altstadt Café for more clothes. It was decreed that it was Tractor Time. We didn’t know – What Time the Boat Left. What had the Early Arrivals been doing all day? Some required Cash. The Tractor was there, Six Boarded, Five were left behind.

No sooner had we arrived at Wolf than it was reported that Jonathan and Family had been spotted – Taxi!

And so to Wine

Weissburgunder and Trocken are the two terms that we have come to rely upon. With these one cannot go on. Split into three Groups for Round Purposes, Dr. Stan and Hector knew that our Trio would do well today. The Third Bottle really Hit the Spot, it was a Weissburgunder.

Rain was promised. The occasional Shower threatened but never came to much. The Town was filling up, the Bands appeared, the Scampi in Knoblauch was devoured. Yes, just Another Saturday.

Simon and John returned from a Bier Sojourn (no comment) with a Chap in tow. It was John, first met in Düsseldorf years ago and a Semi-Regular at Wolf. He was astonished to see me, so were his Group who had reportedly just been discussing me moments before.

Time for Sekt

This is when the day usually reaches the Pinnacle. Copious quantities of Fizzy Wine were appropriated. After this it’s every Man, or Woman, for Himself.

Zebedee is back?

Normally we do the Main Street parallel to the Mosel then turn down towards the Spinning Steaks and the Pier. Today it was decided that it was time ot return to Traben-Trarbach before this was accomplished. I was not in disagreement, more time in Traben-Trarbach, and hopefully still able to enjoy my only evening there.

Dr. Stan and Hector found a Taxi, we were back in minutes. Goodnight, Dr. Stan. Ah, the Photos reveal Dr. Stan had stayed up to enjoy Reissdorf Kölsch (Reissdorf, Köln, Nordrhein Westphalen) at the Altstadt Café. Hector would be back.

The Stadt-Mühle was the Rendezvous, Hector had to see Richard and Marilies. Last year they took these premises over having run the Golden Traube for all of their lives. It was simply wonderful to see them both in action again. Richard has lost weight. Worrying. Marilies was full of Joy and was very Happy to see Hector. A Pianist entertained the Remaining Diners. Such a brief visit.

I left Clive, Maggie and whoever and headed for Hami’s. I had to get all My Places covered. Gisella was on duty, a Big Smile. Altbier. Clive joined me. Marg phoned. Time to have a Bier with Frank.

Dr. Stan and John were last men standing at the Altstadt Café. Fortunately the only other customer, a non-smoker departed leaving Mein Host as the only smoker. Strange.

Frank can find any Musik on the Planet with his Laptop. Tonight we enjoyed Steve Hackett’s – Shadow of the Hierophant, and some of Rote Erde by Irmin Schmidt. Frank insisted I hear some of the new Black Sabbath album, not bad at all.

And so call it a day. In the morning I have to head for Frankfurt am Main, still the most efficient way to get back to Glasgow. There will be Curry.

Restaurant and bars visited today:

Wolf Strassenfest – Wolf an der Mosel

Stork Stütze Kellerschänke – Brückenstraße 4, 56841 Traben-Trarbach

Historische Stadt-Mühle – Weihertorplatz 1, 56841 Traben-Trarbach

Altstadt-Cafe – Mittelstraße 12, 56841, Traben-Trarbach

Hami’s Pils Stübchen – Weiherstrasse, 56841, Traben-Trarbach

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A Late Evening Arrival in Düsseldorf

Friday the 13th, what could possibly go wrong?

A Special Dispensation saw Hector checked-in for the 16.20 flight to Heathrow. It was delayed until 17.00. No problem, still enough time to catch the onward flight to Düsseldorf. Landing at Heathrow we had to sit on the taxiway for some fifteen minutes, no stand. Weren’t they expecting us? How long does it take to get off an Airbus? Yonks if has two passageways and one is seating in Row 34. No pressure then. I had seventeen minutes to negotiate an unfamiliar airport. Fortunately it would all be in Terminal 5 so no Inter-Terminal-Transfers. Really?

I found a chap checking Boarding Cards for Transfers. He confirmed I did not have to go through Security again, else no chance. Up two flights of an escalator, a walk the length of the Terminal, down two floors in an elevator, a wait for a Shuttle, a Shuttle, then a walk the length of the Remote Terminal. I arrived at Gate B42 just as they made the call for General Boarding. Hector arrived in Düsseldorf Flughafen ten minutes early, it was warm.

Dr. Stan had suggested a rendezvous at Schumacher as it is nearest the station. This is where we go if we are just passing through. Uerige feels like Echte Düsseldorf, and so a Taxi to Uerige it was. I had predicted a 22.15 rendezvous, I was bang on time, but where was Dr. Stan?

There were crowds standing at the outside tables, Dr. Stan texted to say he was inside at the front bar. Which is the front? I looked in every room I knew, I had to phone. Dr. Stan, Contrary? Never in sixteen years of visiting Uerige had I been in this room. Bier!

Dr. Stan had been in Düsseldorf for two days, on his todd. He had paced himself well, long walks across Das Rhein. Rattingen, research for next summer’s Hector’s Horrible Holiday. We have not done Nordrhein Westfalen at leisure for years such is the difficulty in getting here without throwing money at it.

Uerige Alt, served on gravity from wooden barrels, Holzfass, superb. Darker than its Köln counterpart many do not like this Ale. Robin and Craig are two of that number. I became tired of Kölsch years ago such was the frequency of Trips here. Füchsen Alt was sampled last night a the Paisley Beer Festival, a joy, but Uerige is way better. Not a tremendous body being under the benchmark 5%, it is as Dry as **** and very quaffable. Bert kept the Altbier coming, The Deckel was amassing pencil strokes at a rate of knotts, Dr. Stan was fading fast. One hour was all Hector would enjoy in Dr. Stan’s company this evening. We settled up and walked back to Königsallee.

A Taxi to Oststrasse for Hector, there would be Curry Heute.

Passing Schumacher they were still serving at 23.30. They were still serving at 00.10 when I walked the few metres from the Taj Mahal to Schumacher. I checked with Bert and took a seat in the corner of The Pit. The main room looked as if the lights were out. There was still quite a gathering in The Pit area and outside. The Altbier was flowing still. 1848 to 2013 – The Deckel advertised, a Special Year. Yes 25 years short of the second century. I wonder if I’ll make it? I wonder if I’ll remember?

Schumacher is regarded by many as the #2 Altbier. Again served on gravity in 0.25ml glasses, always cool and refreshing. The Trusty Samsung was giving beeps of protest, it needed refuelling to. Out came the Emergency Power Supply and here we go again…

The Best Western Ambassador is not recommended

A two minute walk from the Hauptbahnhof and boasting comfortable rooms the décor and ambience are fine, helpful staff too. Alas, it is basically at the end of the train platform and one can hear every train pass through the Station, and there were many. The Trams also run right past, guess who had a room overlooking all this? Amount of Sleep – thirty minutes, possibly. Just what I need before the most physically demanding day of the year, yes it’s time for the Wolf Strassenfest.

Brewery Taps Visited Today:

Uerige Düsseldorf   –   Berger Strasse 1, D 40123, Düsseldorf

Brauerei Schumacher  –  Oststraße 123,  D 40210, Düsseldorf

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The Couples’ Trip moves to Bamberg, Dörfleins and Annafest too

The Joy of the Bayern Ticket, two people travelling from München to Bamberg for a total of €26.00. The Discomfort due to the 11.00 train to Nürnberg being the optimum train everyone goes for. Now imagine a sealed carriage and the air conditioning off. So it was for an hour. I’m surprised nobody fainted. The Frustration, the decision by DB to reclassify the Nürnberg to Bamberg leg from RE or RB to RE or S Bahn. The S Bahn stopped at every Shack.

It is written than we stay at the Fässla Brewery whenever possible. This is usually down to whether or not they have replied to emails. The inefficiency of the check-in always makes me wonder why. It is whoever is there who has to deal with the arriving residents. The welcome is non-existent. At least the rooms are now all Non-Smoking. My room, on the second floor, faced the street.

The first Bamberg Bier had to be at Spezial! Straight across the road from Fassla, why not where we are staying? Taste! The Spezial Lagerbier was Cool, and Slightly Smoked, an excellent preparation for what was to follow.

On Obere Königsstraße we passed a familiar Frau – the Boss at Keesmann. I was passed before I had the chance to acknowledge, pity. The works on the Bridge over the Main-Donau Kanal around the corner has now been completed. In effect a Pedestrian Zone has been created from Obere Königstraße  all the way to the River Pegnitz. A Fruit and Flower Market was set up along the route. Why is it that German Fruit and Vegetables look larger and generally more satisfying than what we see in British shops?

Something strange has happened to the façade of Schlenkerla. A Temporary Board ran from street level to the windows. Rising Damp?

All of the tables in the main room to the left were Reserved. We took a table in the middle room in front of the serving area. The wonderful Märzen was brought. Only the Urbock surpasses this. Again Cool, Black and full of Kippers. Those of us who have acquired the Taste love it. Some don’t get it.

What’s this?

A New Bier? The choice at Schlenkerla has always been take it,or leave it. In the late 1990’s the Weizen was introduced, a Rauchweizen and Bottled only. Now an Unfiltered and Slightly-Smoked Bier is available – vom Fass! Neither Steve or Hector was tempted. We stuck to our guns. We know what we like. I watched, they shifted a lot of the New Bier. A Marketing Ploy, catering for The Masses, a drop in Standards?

Fiddler on The Roof

A few blocks away lies Klosterbrau, possibly now my least favourite of the Bamberg Remaining 7. This was Steve’s suggestion, so why not? I had the Schwarzla which was as Black as ever but still had Hops despite the appearance. Steve had the Braunbier which I still don’t have a write-up for.

Another Bier was available here apart from the Weizen, a Pils. WTF? I certainly wasn’t up for trying this. Two Breweries, both breaking away from Tradition.

There was a brief flirtation with walking up the hill to Greifenklau to see if their Fest was on. Fortunately this very Website was able to convince me that it started later in the year. Taxi.

Taking up a strategic point back on the main thoroughfare a Taxi appeared, Hollywood-style.

Mahrs oder Keesmann. Wunderburg. (Where did the address come from?) The Taxi Driver would know where these tow Breweries are located, my brain spontaneously offered the street name.

Mahrs before Keesmann, It is Written.

Pre-smoking Ban sitting outside was preferred at this time of year. There was an air of disappointment that the actual Gastätte was closed in favour of the tables. Steve had to check his bearings, the last few times we have been here the courtyard was stowed, The Tapping of The Bock. Tonight, a small but eclectic gathering. The Mahrs Helles did the job, it also put the Palate back in favour of Lighter Bier.

Three Giant Steps took us to Keesmann. We were invited to go and sit in the Garden at the Rear. A few Chaps were inside playing cards. I pointed to the otherwise empty Tap Room. In we went.

Sternla Lager first, the basis for The Bock, and Weizen next. Steve had the same in reverse. We have both been through our years of Nothing but Weizen, now we both have to be careful. A Bog Standard Weizen will not do, the body makes it difficult to swallow. Keesmann Weiss remains one of the Outstanding Weissbiers, not Huge Bananas, but it always hits the spot.

It was getting late. The aforementioned Keesmann Frau appeared wearing her customary Blue Shawl.

There were still only a handful of Regulars and us. I looked over and nodded. She acknowledged. I have made it a point of always letting The Lady know when I am there, she has moved people to get our Group a Table when it has been ridiculously busy. She joined us.

I know she speaks good English, tonight she was speaking Deutsch. The ear was tuning in, a conversation of sorts was under-way.

You are The Boss? Asked Steve.

I am The Owner!

QED

Now for Hector’s Big Chance on behalf of all Bier Lovers, Everywhere

Ihren Bock Bier. Fur Drei Jahren es gibt mehr Zucker.

I know there is no Sugar in the Bier but it has become much sweeter. I described that until recently we though it was the Best Bier in the World. I did get my Sekt and my Trochen confused, who knows what came over in the end. Needless to say they are selling more Bock than ever.

To Weans as we have observed .

A Taxi was called on our behalf and moments later we were sitting in Fassla  having a Lagerbier, a Nightcap. The Staff can be funny, sometimes No Problem, others No Chance.

I was last out of Fässla , hang-on, I’m a Resident.

Kebab Time

The Marmaris serves great Kebabs in wonderful Bread. I appear to have decided to avoid Traditional German Cooking.

Saturday

A Long lie in was required, no sleep during the night. The open window let in the (what?) breeze and all the traffic noise which was relentless. Then there were the Nutters who had to shout half of the night. Other Nutters had to have the Loudest and Most Echoey Conversations the length of Obere Königsstraße . Hector was not a Happy Hound.

The Noon Rendezvous was across the street at Spezial. Still Wonderful. Fassla would be closing soon, they are shut on a Saturday Night!

Dörfleins, the location of a Standout Bock on the last Bamberg Trip. I have not had their Regular Bier (or so I thought). This required a Bus from the ZOB. Dörfleins-Hallstadt a reliable Bier Website reminded me. We found a Bus to Hallstadt, Doris sitting in the Driving Seat must have only been keeping it warm. The Driver came eventually, we would have to walk the last bit.

The Maps on the Trusty Samsung suggested this would not be too far. When the Bus Terminated the Driver pointed in the onward direction – Gutes Bier.

It was 35ºC in the Shade, except we weren’t. We crossed the Main, there was Dörfleins, a twelve minute walk. Hopefully it was open.

Nobody There

A few Chaps sat outside under a tree, Brewery Workers. A Sign at the Serving Area suggested Self-Service – Que?

There was a Garden at the rear, nobody there. Steve went to…  A Doris appeared, I asked if they were open, but the reply became long and confusing. We sat in the shade, Nobody Came. I tapped on a rear door, a young girl pointed around the front of the Gastätte. Doris was in there, waiting all this time.

Kellerbier, at Source. Suitably Cool and Dry, a Bier of Pedigree. Time for Lunch. Again Hector stuck to the Cold Meat, more Kellerbier.

There were no Buses back from Dörfleins. We presumed a Bus in Hallstadt around the similar time to where we were dropped off. The same Driver came. He had his break in the shade, he had taken a Bus Tour to Schottland, we spoke Deutsch. It happens.

We shall definitely be back in October – More Bock!

Now What?

Steve called a Time Out. 18.00 Rendezvous downstairs in . More Fassla Lagerbier.

Hector’s plan was to make an overdue return to the Spezial Keller. It is up the Greifenklau  Hill, but on which side? Taxi!

We passed a suggestion of a Schlenkerla Keller and saw some of Fate/Pageant under-way, Spater.

Not as big as the München Kellers, but still Hundreds sat out in the still Bright and Warm Evening Sunshine. Insects, Bites, No Repellant, Let’s Go.

The Happening down the hill was a Religious Youth Event, no thanks. The sign for Schlenkerla said 200m that way. How step is this hill? Then I remembered, I have fallen for this before. At the top of Mt. Everest lies the Alt Gold Keller. I texted Dr. Stan to source the Bier which could have been a Heller/Schlenkerla offshoot. Mr. Holden was in Town, no sense back.

So how far are we from Greifenklau? Not that far, but with no Relief on Google Maps we could be walking up and down hills all night.

Retire to Schlenkerla

The first table on the left was occupied by a Mature American Couple and an even More Mature Lady, the Mother of one.

Are you from Scotland?

How could you tell?

And so the joy of Biertrinken, the tables are set up so that conversation is encouraged. People join strangers who do not remain strangers for long. Imagine a single Chap sitting down beside a Company in a Glasgow Pub…

Was Hector last out?

Annafest

Bier auf Curry, Fine. Curry auf Vier Bier

Another sleepless night, Traffic Noise, Punter Noise in the Street outside and then to cap it all Donner and Blitzen. I had enough Donner before I came up to the room. (sorry) There was a Crack from a Flash of Lightning so severe one could almost feel it, the Thunderclap almost coincided, this was right above us.

The Heavy Rain meant everyone in Bamberg went home to bed, I can sleep through rain, I’m Scottish.

Steve was a willing victim at the Erlangen Curry House. This left us well stuffed as we arrived at Forchheim. With typical efficiency a Bus whisked us the 200km to the Festival Site. Or so it felt the first time. You could walk it. The Taxis advertise €6.00.

We have learned the hard way, now we know. Check out where the Forchheim Kellers are and the Löwenbräu Buttenheim Keller too, then off up to the very top. Here lies Neder, one of the Forchheim 3.

A Band was in midst performance playing all the Crappy Tunes that the Germans seem to love. They changed to Brass Instruments and then played some of the Deutsche Tunes that Hector likes, some.

It took a long time to sink the first Pot of Neder Kellerbier. There was a Sweet After-taste I don’t recall from previous times. It was Cold at the start but warmed up, yes it was Hot. Steve managed to finish his, I had to leave a Kölsch-equivalent.

Down the hill to Hebendanz, a Keller set slightly off the main path. Avoiding the Brilliant Sunshine meant sitting in the proximity of a group of Goths-Bikers, whatever, who were there to Smoke, Biertrinken was an afterthought.

Steve reckoned the Fat Lady on stage played the keyboards. We watched the Band set up. They are Best Setting-Up Band I have ever seen. So thorough, so Professional. One-Two. We never heard a Note played Zusammen.

Greif Next, and suddenly the quality of the Kellerbier made us take note. This was by far the best of the Three. It is a pity the Greif Gastätte has now closed in  Forchheim Stadt. Still, the Kellers are open all Summer, one does not have to wait until Annafest to come out and enjoy the Forchheim Kellers.

Löwenbräu Buttenheim Keller next. It was time to get serious about Biertrinken. I led Steve up to the Hut away from the main path so as to get away from the Band who were Blasting away. We were also now nearer the Restroom. Steve disappeared for a moment, I ordered the Bier and recognised the Waiter. A quick check on a Reliable Bier Website, yes, it was he. I showed him his photo when he brought the Bier. I bet that made his day.

Four Youngsters joined our table, as was befitting they kept themselves to themselves. The Bier was starting to go down. One Young Chap remarked on Steve and Hector’s Dress Code for the day – Breaking Bad!

Here we go…

The Band stopped mid song, someone had pulled the plug.

Achtung! Achtung! Followed by the most indecipherable drivel ever spoken over a Tannoy.

What did he say?

There is a Thunderstorm coming, we should all leave. Aye Right.

In the safety of our Hut we might experience the occasional leak, but leave, come on.

Many left, many stayed, we felt good in our Hut.

Another Tannoy announcement, the Security Chaps arrived – Raus! Raus!

In the best spirit of cooperation shown in Prisoner of War Movies, we casually drank more of our Bier before deciding the Game was a Bogie.

Now how to get back to the Station? If everyone is going for a Bus then we have no chance. Taxis will never cope with the surge in demand. By the time we were off the hillside it was evident that most folk had gone. A reasonable queue formed at the Bus Stop but when Hector saw a Taxi available we were in.

Twenty five minutes we were back in Bamberg. Unglaublich.

Fässla was shut, Ruhetag, it was pouring – Spezial!

Somehow the buildings protected us from the Rain. There was a barrow channel along the edge where we only scored the occasional hit.

Spezial was remarkably quiet, but who would go out on a night like this? We had our Biertrinken interrupted just as we were getting into The Zone. The Thirst was back.

Usually Spezial is staffed by Ladies, many of whom we recognise, one we know very well. Tonight it was Chaps waiting, one is, one out. Yes People were still being served in the Garden to the Rear.

As our Glasses approached empty The Chap came over and asked us to settle up. We are closed. What?

No warning, no would like another, nothing. Hector was not a Happy Chap, especially when he noticed the rest of the room was all topped up. I let my Displeasure been known in my best – This is my Displeasure in Deutsch Tone.

And so that was it. Steve has an earlier rise to tomorrow back to Memmingen. Hector went for a Kebab.

No Sleep, not even a Whimper.

The Brewery Taps and Kellers visited:-

Fässla  –  Obere Königstraße 21, 96052, Bamberg

Spezial  –  Obere Königstraße 10, 96052, Bamberg.

Schlenkerla  –  Dominikanerstraße 6, 96049, Bamberg

Klosterbräu  –  Obere Mühlbrücke 1-3,  96049, Bamberg

Mahrs  –  Wunderburg 10, 96050, Bamberg

Keesmann  –  Wunderburg 5, 96050, Bamberg.

Brauerei Eichhorn/Schwarzer Adler  –  Dörfleinser Straße 43, 96103,  Dörfleins, Hallstadt

Spezial Keller  –  Sternwartstraße  96049, Bamberg

Wilde Rose Brau Keller  –Oberer Stephansberg 47, 96049, Bamberg

Forchheim Kellerwald:-

Neder Keller

Hebendanz Keller

Greif Keller

Löwenbräu Buttenheim Keller

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The Couples’ Trip – München

This is The Bamberg Staff Trip conceived over a year ago for four Colleagues of a certain Institution and their Spouses, or whatever. This is the Primary Reason why there is no Hector’s Horrible Holiday this year with The Chaps. Suffice to say, only four of eight made any bookings. Our Ladies did not fly in the end, Steve and Hector had seats 13E and 13F and 14E and 14F, respectively. The easyJet flight to München left at 18.10 meaning a late  check-in at the Hotel Royal (Schiller Str.) around 22.30. No need to go daft on the First Night, is there?

The First Stop was the Augustiner Grossgastätte. En route one could not help notice that a certain building was now revealed once more having been screened off whilst renovations were conducted.  As it wasn’t a Bier Haus, no need to dwell on this any longer.

The ever dependable Edelstof (Augustiner, München) did taste a bit Sweet on the first tasting as Dr. Stan always says it does. However, once supped the Dryness comes through. A lot of FC Bayern Tops were on display, they had beaten Barcelona, whose fans had travelled all the way from The South of Spain, for this Friendly.

Behind the Dom lies Andechs am Dom. They still don’t sell the Spezial Hell, despite us creating a demand by asking for it on every visit. The normal Andechs Helles was followed quickly by the always wonderful Andechs Weizen. We are not creatures of habit and do not take the same photos on every trip, unless there is a candle on the table, then one must.

Hector might have last out of Andechs am Dom, he wasn’t caring. A visit to The Sports Ba,r along from our Hotel, was not the sensible thing to be doing in the Small Hours but in we went. I have not had Franziskaner Weizen (Spaten, München) since mid November when last here with Marg. Franky is an Old Friend. Almost Nine Months, the longest gap between Trips to Deutschland since the days before the Budget Airlines changed everything a decade ago.

There was a Curry-Heute

In fact two were planned from the outset. Steve enjoys a Good Curry as much as Hector but it was too close to Breakfast, too soon for Curry and too early for Bier.

Entering Marienplatz moments after the Glockenspiel had competed its 11.00 Performance, what Now? The Ratskeller! Directly under the Rathaus lies a somewhat Upmarket Restaurant, it is a Keller as an English Speaking person would translate. €10.80 later we had polished off a half litre of Sparkling Water and Still Water.

We went for a walk.

The existence of the Hofbräu Keller was only revealed to Hector earlier this year. It looks as if it should be accessible from the Englischer Garten Sud, but we had to retrace our steps and found the street entry. It was Hot, we found the Shade. We managed both a Bier and a Pfand. Hofbräu Helles kick-started the day, one would have to pace oneself. It could be a long day. The First Visit of the day to the Indian Mango was now called for – Indian Mango, München #1, this took a while. Steve did sneak in another Bier, the Maximilian Helles, but the Sparkling Water felt appropriate as ever for The Hector.

The Kellers

MVV opened a new S Bahn Stop called Hirschgarten at some time since my last visit, no need to hike from Laim any longer. Finding the Periphery of the Park with relative ease we had a choice of Right or Left. Hector chose Right. Left was the better choice. Twenty minutes later have walked around the perimeter of the Park we arrived at The Keller.  From Laim one cannot miss it.

A choice of Tegernsee or Augustiner. We knew the Plans for later and so Tegernsee Spezial Hell (Hofbräu, Tegernsee, Bayern) was next up. I know people who love this Bier, it is still not rated that highly by Hector who considers Andechs Spezial Hell to be be superior. However, a Trip to Tegernsee is always fitted in whenever there is time, a Special Place to visit and send the odd half dozen postcards, to the same person.  For the first time I tried the Tegernsee Dunkles, it was remarkably similar to the Helles, same Dry aftertaste, with only a slight addition of Maltiness.

These aren’t Dear, they’re Goats. – remarked Steve. Maybe they are Dear. Had Marg been with us we would have known for definite.

It was hot, The Chaps were melting. It even dared to rain.  Time to go back to The Hotel Royal and reboot.

After a decent Time-out it was back up to Hackerbrucke and the short walk to the Augustiner Keller. It was now early evening. The Locals were finishing work, the place was stowed, thousands of People cooling off with a Bier, many were eating. How can People eat that Stuff?

First one has to procure a Bier. The Queue was long, but deducing that they wished Food, we skipped to the Business End and had Edelstof vom Holzfass in moments. A table at the entrance was occupied by Two Chaps, we took up the opposite end. The difference between the Pumped/Gassy version and this, the Direct from the Wooden Barrel is astonishing. The latter is Smoother, the former has the Bite. Both are excellent.

Thousands of People were enjoying Bier on a very warm München evening. The Chaps with the Guns appeared and led one person out. Steve spotted a Chap who had been the Victim. One arrest in all this Throng, just like a night out n Glasgow, not.

Two Young Chaps had filled the gap between us and the now Cigar Smoking Chaps at the end of the table. Other than acknowledging their arrival by confirming the seats were free, we had said nothing.

Breaking Bad

The Chap on my right, Christoph, started up a conversation whilst Steve was off re-loading. The Heisenberg t-shirt was too much for him.

Where did you get the T-shirt? Was his opening line.

Steve returned and we were introduced to Max, opposite. That was it, an hour discussing what they regard as the Finest Television Drama, ever. They could not believe that only the first two seasons were ever shown on British Television. They also remarked that in Deutschland it is the more Highbrow Channel – ARTE – that has shown it, and without dubbing.

Save Walter White

We studied all the T-shirts available on a well known Online Retail Website, Christoph told me about the Save Walter White website. Thanks to the Trusty Samsung and the still rip-off Vodafone Contract, we were able to employ current technology to see everything rather than just make references.

As the conversation widened, it became apparent that Christoph and Max were unaware of the what lies on their doorstep. Pronouncing Augustiner to be the best Bier produced in München meant disagreement. This honour still lies with the Forschungs Bräuhaus at Perlach as long as they maintain the Blonde. And as for Bamberg, that was an Undiscovered Country.

Time for The Chaps to go for Curry-Heute #2, Bamberg in the morning. A couple of Thousand People stayed on. But then there is the distraction of Andechs am Dom and Café Schiller afterwards, surely not? Watch Andy Murray at Wimbledon, again?

The Breweries, Brewery Taps, Kellers and Bier Houses visited:

Augustiner Grossgastätte (Zum Augustiner)  – Neuhauserstr. 27,  80331, München

Andechs am Dom – Weinstraße 7, 80333, München

Sport-Café Schiller Schillerstrasse 3, D-80336, München

Ratskeller – Marienplatz 8, 80331, München

Hofbräu Keller  –  Innere Wiener Straße 19,  81667, München

Hirschgarten  –  Hirschgarten 1,  80639, München

Augustiner Keller – Arnulfstraße 52, 80335, München

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Port El Kantaoui – Featuring Golf Bräu, and a Zoo

The Marina

Approaching The Marina in Port El Kantaoui we passed through a Sparkling New Construction of Hotels and Shops surrounding a Fountain as a Focal Point. Well Planned, I thought, for once. A Reproduction Portal (give it a Century and will be Historical) pointed the way to The Marina. Finally, one felt as if one was in a Mediterranean Resort. This could have been a Greek Island, almost. With Restaurants and Shops along the Quaysides this had a certain magnetism. We would ave to eat here of an evening. Tomorrow Evening. Meanwhile it was Ice-Cream Time.

Café Glacier

We were on of two couples on entry, and one of six on departure. The Waiter wrote nothing down and misremembered everything. The order was wrong and the Drinks were declined as they were well after we had embarked on the Ice-Cream.. Tunisian Ice-Cream is excellent!

Restaurante La Spada.

Avoid! The very last Restaurant at the far end of The Marina, somehow we found ourselves in here having the very food we were trying to avoid. A Mixed Grill and a Pizza, no Couscous, or anything remotely Traditional available without a day’s notice. What was worse, the Bier. A Frothing Pint of Alcohol-Frei Celtia. Putred.

Now wonder we retired to Golf Bräu.

Golf Bräu

(For Tasting Notes, follow the link.  I’m trying to resurrect the original format)

An advertisement for Golf Bräu was one of the first things I spotted during our lengthy transfer from Endfidha Airport. Hector’s eyes were peeled as we approached Port El Kantaoui on The Walley Trolley from Sousse. With no other Bier advertised anywhere I was starting to think it would never reveal itself. A Café was passed halfway, but just before The Terminus at the Main Roundabout, such a grand building it would be impossible to miss – a Bräuhaus.

OK, Let’s have The Zoo Photos

Now remember – Don’t touch the plants...

 

Microbrewery, Café and Restaurant visited:

Golf Bräu – Opposite Aqualand

Café Glacier – The Marina

Restaurant La Spada – The Marina

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What Did The Romans ever do for El Jem?

So, how does One get to El Jem?

Having made our own way to Monastir there was little point signing up for an over-priced Travel Agent organised Trip to Monastir and El Jem. Even if it was El Jem alone, one would be face with spending an hour touring other hotels took pick up all participants, repeat the process at the end and no doubt be taken to every Carpet Factory en route.

We asked at the Sousse Bus Station (North Side of Medina) Hut where we were pointed South around the Medina. Where The Chap meant remained a mystery. We came across a congregation of Louage (Dolmus). Recognising some significance of our Wristbands, they wanted to take us to a Hotel. El Jem?

There is a large Louages Terminus West of the Bust Station. Here is organised mayhem. Let’s try the Station.

With the assumption that the Metro was not going that far, the Main Station lay beyond Les Louages.

There was a suitable Train in the morning, but nothing back. Should we go? and try our luck back?

It was our fifth day in Sousse, behold the Tourist Information Office. The Doris was surprised that there was no afternoon Train back from El Jem. She drew our attention to an Evening Concert being held there. Why? Was Transport available?

Eventually she produced a Photocopied Map and crossed our location and that of the Bus Station. Well, we knew where that was. A Map? We have been trying to get hold of one since our arrival. The Riadh Plams Hotel suggested we buy one in a Shop. Que?

The times of Buses were written, 10.30 would suit. No afternoon Buses and no information about Buses back. We would have to establish this at El Jem. Marg was invited to fill in a from saying how helpful Doris had been.

Time for Ice Cream

Glancing at The Map, I realised The Bus Station was not located where we had been already. This was Another Bus Station, South West of The Medina and a Louages Station beyond. Another Louages Station? The one at The Medina cannot surely be duplicated? We had better check this out.

Walking Westwards and Upwards we came to the designated Spot. Is that it? A White Featureless Building. It might be a Bus Station. We were close to the Catacombs that we had visited earlier. Right of Left? Right. Nothing, but wait, there’s the sign to a Museum which the Map shows to be here. We are in the Right Place. Try The Other Side. Marg accosted a Stranger. He pointed to the horizon. He walked with us another Half Kilometre along the Road to the Grand Routiere Bus Station. In Franglais we chatted. He was an Off-duty Policeman. No Tip required.

The Ticket Desk

Bert looked blank. Bus Station Doris had Franglais. 10.30 was established outwards. 13.30 suggested back. The tickets must be bought tomorrow.

We walked the route direct to the sea from the Grand Routiere. We passed through the Parts of Sousse that No Ordinary Tourist would Walk. The Industrial Zone, people at work. The Bakery was a highlight. Aroma. Reaching the Metro Line we walked back towards the Medina, and the Tourist Information Office. I had a few Comments to make. A Different Doris.

Your Map is not to Scale. The Bus Station is not where it is marked. It is here. You should be embarrassed at handing out This Map. There was No Comment. We were not invited to fill in The Form.

Tomorrow is another Day

Rather than walk forty five minutes to The Grand Routiere, a Taxi was in order. Our second in Tunisia. This was becoming Habitual.

Was it the same Bert? Two Return Tickets to El JemAllez et Retour.

Allez Seulement.

O.K.

Ticket Barrier Bert – Sept! I held up Seven Fingers.

We walked down to the concourse. The Platforms were clearly numbered One – Five. Now where would a Planner Site 7? We picked Our Spot.

The Buses in situ had no Numbers. The Buses in situ had destinations written in Arabic. Nothing else.

I asked a Driver, he pointed towards where we had stood. I asked another after he left, nothing. 10.30 had passed. People who had stood beside us had gone. I asked a third –

Il a partir!

Back inside, Driver #3 caught us up, took us to Ticket Officer Bert and arranged a refund. Honour.

The Bert and Doris looked Sheepish.

Les Louages

With The Map in hand we walked out of Le Grand Routiere towards the possible site as illustrated, nothing.

The Medina was traversed to get to the known Louages Depot on the far side. El Jem?

Nothing Direct. A Chap wanted to take us so far. Aye right.

Time to become a Capitalist

Both Taxi Drivers had quoted prices to El Jem. 140TND and 80TND. Hector had a Plan.

Back to The Riadh Palms, on foot. A tactic used before. Get the Security Chap to get us to El Jem.

Marg Haggled Upwards

Hector approached security Chap and offered the Price for The Trip. Marg now offered 100TND instead of the proposed 80TND. She has this habit, always worried that The Locals are not earning enough.

Thirty minutes later a Taxi Driver, The Middleman, was taking us to a Rendezvous Point at the edge of Sousse where our Driver, Dowdi, awaited in his Mercedes. This is how it works.

The Tunisians only Motorway is Peage, A Toll Road. In under an hour we were entering El Jem as many were streaming out of the Mosques, it was a Friday afternoon. Agreed our return time with Dowdi and we walked the final few metres to…

 What did The Romans ever do for El Jem?

Ephesus and Aspendos (Tukey) and Pompei are Amphietares that Hector has been most impressed by, after The Original. The Amphitheatre at El Jem is almost as imposing as the Coliseum in Rome. It features on most of the Tunisian Publicity material, a site not to be missed. As we have gathered, not the most accessible. Yet it was its location Historically at the intersection of Trade Routes that gave the importance to El Jem. Dating from the Third Century C.E. This is one of the latter constructions of the Romans.

Three storeys remain on one side with access passageways still open to the public. No safety issues then. One side has been restored, a stage erected in the Arena and a Screen for showing Gladiator (!) no doubt. We took turns at testing the limits of pixel resolution of our respective Lumix Cameras. The light conditions were favourable and not a cloud in the sky.

The joy of coming privately is getting the opperchancity to capture the scene without the accompanying mob. As we left a Bus Trip arrived. Time for lunch.

Two Camels were at the approach to the Coliseum, surreptitiously photographing these and not annoying The Chap who wanted 1TND per photo, kept Marg amused whilst I waited for a Kebab. Marg also learned at this point that a Salad Tunisiene, does not have Tuna.

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I am going to Monastir Today, and so is my Wife!

It is forty minutes from Sousse to Monastir by Metro, or so we thought. In the most Rickety (First Class) Carriage I have travelled in for some time, Marg asked if I thought it would last the journey as we boarded. Somewhere between Monastir Airport and the Town we stopped. The Driver spent the next hour on his phone and marching up and down the train. The Driver’s Cab was full of only they knew who. How many Tunisians does it take to make Choo-choo go? In the end, another train pushed us the rest of the journey. Meanwhile the local Chaps decided that Lighting Up was the best way to amuse themselves during the wait. Another Local told them off and pointed at us. It appears the Trains are Non-Smoking, any signs will be as worn as the Rolling stock.

On exiting the Station we appeared to have a choice of right or left. I chose right but eventually realised this was not taking us anywhere Historical. Being in North Africa, I have had my Roaming disabled on the Trusty Samsung. I know Vodafone have not complied with my instructions, and so I had to consult the on-line map.

From the Station, with hindsight, one only has to walk about one hundred metres straight ahead to reach the periphery of the Medina. Everything here is far too new. Was it demolished and rebuilt? In no time at all we had emerged on the far side and there was today’s objective – The Ribat.

The Film Set for much of The Life of Brian. Missing the entrance we walked the long way around the Fortress. It might also be a Tardis, better check. The first corner was a suitable site for a Stoning. Are there any Women her? As it turned out there was! Having done a 360, I still missed the entrance, clever design. One has to pay 1TDN for each Camera one wishes to use. This was a two Camera Job.

Emerging from the Portal into the Main Courtyard – Gosh! I know this place!

Are there any women here?

There was one hiding in the corner.  Marg gave her alms.  Not Myrrh!

I wanted to jump off the Tower, climb the Balustrades, make Proclamations.

In a Death Defying Moment (for me) I made it to The Very Top.

Broaden Your Mind

A forerunner of Monty Python and more specifically The Goodies was the small matter of a crazy comedy called Broaden Your Mind. Two Chaps, Graeme Garden was one, trying to find their way off the top of a specially built set in the studio. This came to mind as Marg and I split up to try and take optimum photographs. A Bus Trip arrived but we had the place to ourselves long enough for a plethora of photos Many more here. There was a staircase on the Main Wall with no handrail, Hector made no attempt, even Marg had second thoughts ten steps up.

A Sign!

I found a Flip-flop!  Just one!  Behold The Flip-flop! We must find and then follo the Man who lost  The Flip-flop!

This was the Best Fun I have had in ages.

A very cheap Lunch followed. My first Schawarma of the Trip, and no Eau Gazeifiee.

 Knowing the SNCFT had lost one set of Carriages we returned to the Station earlier than planned. A twenty minute delay, but only scheduled stops. A German Tourist told a Local Chap – No Smoking!  Ah, The Germans.

 

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Sousse, Tunisia, The Beginning

For Hector, the Holiday officially begins when one is issued with the room key and the said room is accessed. A mere seven hours after we took off from Glasgow Airport, we checked in to the Four Star – Riadh Palms Hotel, Sousse. Room 3301, so third floor then. 301?, our key was traditional, it required electronic. A Cleaning Doris pointed in another direction, we saw 3301 clearly signed. Half a kilometre later, or so it felt, we entered our not unsubstantial room. The Bathroom particularly impressed. Time for Lunch.

With an All Inclusive Deal, one felt that The System had to be Analysed.

Getting down to ground level was difficult. We found a service elevator, determined not to return to the solitary elevator which would no doubt still bestowed, we walked down stairs and finally gained access to the Garden and Pool area. An Outdoor Café was feeding those who wish to spend their entire day – Poolside. Boring!

Finding a way back in the large Dining Room was located on the Lobby Level. A Buffet, well how else can one feed perhaps two thousand people resident? Choosing the Healthy Option and the standard Sparkling Water I thought I had better try the Bier. I asked for Blonde Biere as this is what I had spotted. Biere Blanche would have been more accurate. A Hoegarden Variant made by the Local Brewer Celtia (Societe Frigilogique et Brasserie de Tunis) was offered. I can drink this! As much Bier as I ask for All Inclusive for eight days. I could be happy here.

So how far are we from the Centre of Sousse?

The only way to find out was to walk into town. It was overcast, it wasn’t hot, I left the The Promenade looked Infinite as we starter The Trek. A rather impressive Beach for the Mediterranean ran in a straight line, the Town Centre presumably lay at the far end.

Deutsche Kaffee was the first sign that caught our eyes as we left the Promenade area. Suddenly Marg decided she likes German Coffee, she never has At Source! A Chap tried to pick us up saying he was The Chef at our Hotel and was on his afternoon break. We do not need a Guide. We had to cross the road to get away from him. The problem with All Inclusive is the Wristband. The Locals all know exactly where we stay by the colour. Even the Taxi Drivers as it became all too obvious very soon. The Walk to Town was well within Acceptable Parameters, I suspect we shall be doing this frequently.

The Medina was not to hard to find, especially since many Locals had pointed us in the right direction. I suppose it is just as well we wanted to go there. The Medina Walls, did I mention a Movie they feature in?, were as impressive as Jerusalem. That is quite an admission for Hector who holds Jerusalem in the highest esteem. The Ribat came in to view very quickly too, exterior photos today only, we are here for a week.

Wandering through part of the Medina I soon came to realise just how large this place is. With endless lines of Bazaars and nobody seemingly buying anything, how do these guys make a living? The Foodstuffs must be bought by The Locals, much of what is on sale is Crap. People buy Crap?

We found ourselves outside the Walls,impressive, once more. Another Gate saw us enter. What is that way up at the top? Another day.

The People at the Deutscher Kaffee spoke to us in em, Deutsch and every other language I could recognise. A Sparkling Water for Hector. Marg would have Coffee and Ice Cream! This was brought with a massive Slab of Cake, On The House. Hector ate most of the Ice Cream with frozen fresh strawberries. Ice Cream I do, my only Sweety.

Taking a road parallel to the Promenade, we passed many Snack Bars and eventually some Restaurants. Noting resembling a Pub. Bier may not advertised in Tunisia, certainly not in Sousse. A few places caught the eye, but then on a Side Street, a Tunisian Restaurant also selling Indian Food. Two possible venues for Curry!

We walked up to the Taj Mahal which was metres uphill from the Hotel, it sold Coffee et al, no Curry here.

After a Wee Lie own it was Dinner Time. With nothing explained at Check-in we were in the dark. We were moved on from one table, because it was reserved and taken to another. Our Dinner Ticket was checked and we were assured that this would be our tale for all of our meals and Dinner would be at this time. We were on the Second Sitting. School Dinners came to mind.

One had to queue for the Meat at the Buffet but it appeared quite civilised. The Waiter brought Drinks, more Biere Blanche, I hope I do not get scunnered.

Brasil v Espania

There was the small matter of a Football Match. The Paying Bar had a large screen TV. The Waiter told us the Final was not on until 23.00. I had a Bier regardless. Celtia Lager, a Green Bottle with White Writing, what chance did it have? It was too Sweet, not wonderful. The alternative was a Draught Pils, whose, he wouldn’t tell me.

And so for the Final it was Draught Pils. Not the worst Bier in the World, served in a Pint Glass, unlike the Freebies.

We never did see the end of the match, due to Satellite problems the picture was stuck with fifteen minutes to go. Brasil still won.

That was a twenty two hour day. Hector promises to be more brief with the rest.

Cafes, Restaurants and Bars visited today:

Riadh Palms Hotel, Sousse

Deutscher Kaffee, Sousse

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