Day 1 , stop over at Wartburg Castle, Where Luther translated the bible
Very nice region, lot's of forrest
Knights bathtub..
So we sat down in the sun , for a beer on the terrace of Wartburg castle.
and i got myself a sausage as well
The sausage.. i don't get it... if you gonna serve a sausage with a breadbun
Why serve a 10 inch sausage, in a bun that's only 3-4 inch long. It does not make sense.
we sit there drinking our beer, and 4 big, 45-55 year old, fat germans, park themselves at our table, because there's no room outside...Full biker leather, plenty of BMW Motorrad apparel.. they were very equipped and confident.
No attempt to at least try some casual small talk by them.
they just sat down and started yapping amongst themselves.
So my pal Karel goes, "hi, we are from Belgium"
At which one of them says smugly in German" hah, they speak perfect english"
Some laughing and chuckles in their group.
And ignores the attempt to at least strike up a conversation, despite the fact that they came to our table where we were minding our own.
So i broke out my best German (which is less then perfect but perfectly understandable)
"We sind von Ypern und Passchendale.. kennen sie das nicht??"
some vague looks of not knowing . And some more smug laughter.
"Aber, sie musten das kennen, Die Deutschers sint zwei mahl op visite gekommen unt zwei mahl zuruck mussen gehen.... 14-18 unt 41-45.. Yperen... Das musten sie toch kennen?!?"
That un-smug'ed things considerably.
Pretty funny looking back at it now.