Fried Eggs & Lack Of Sleep Dreggs

Aylwin:
So we got up quite satisfied as we came down from our self contained room to have egg on toast, the best breakfast so far. Leaving the weed drenched hostel (due to some japanese "stoney malonies") at about 9:30 we set off on our first excursion, this was finding the Van Gogh gallerie. We reached our destination feeling quite cultured that we went to an art gallery of our own accord. On completion of this back-aching-over-priced-tour - which was thourghly enjoyable, we got some lunch, by this time it was about 15:00 and too late to visit the Heinekin Exerience -big dissappointment, oh well, we headed for a recommended bar, had a few top heavy pints then got our bags and headed 4 the station.

This was to be our first over night excursion (hopefully free of matts now notorious snorring) and proved to be one that lacked one vital ingredient, sleep. This was for one reason, Germans are loud! We were sharing with two German strangers who soon hit it off and turned into best buddies within five minutes. When they fell asleep, we managed to although it was only to be for four hours. We also had to change before this and spent two hours in an underworld known as Duisburg. We pulled into the station at five, slept til six on cold metal seats then went on the hunt for MaccyDees.
We ended up sleeping till seven-when it opened then having, "doo (2) baaacon un eeegs" meals - that was Matts accent by the way. He seems to think that if u say something slowly with a french accent everyone, no matter what the country, will understand you. I laughed. A lot.

The rest of the day included checking into the best hostel in the world (so far), shopping, watching some crazy break dancers and eating at a turkish-italian-german pizzeria.
I ordered a peperoni pizza with no cheese. Apparently in german peperoni means spicey pepper, BOLLOCKS!
I sent that pizza back and got one with meat on much to the managers annoyance. But if your gonna own an italian resturant at least know peperoni means meat. Dooshbag.

Anyways after that interesting and hilarious escapade, we ended up back here... The best hostel in the world. We have had a few pints-our first proper pints of the tour and can now decide between doing our laundry or chilling in the sauna, probably the wrong descriptive word.
peace out.