Monday 29/03/10

Wehay, I'm on holiday. A week off work and a chance to relax and not think about anything. Not even think about not being at work, in some sort of 10 day coma. I've come to Germany, to a town called Memmingen which is about 100 km from Munich and where my mother currently lives and works. I do like Germany and have been here a few times before but this is the first time I've ever been somewhere as south as the Alps, which I saw on the flight in.

I flew in on Friday morning, after 5 hours sleep having been to see Reverend Horton Heat in Camden on Thursday evening. While the gig was great, its effects weren't handy. I was to lose an hour simply by going to Germany, and then another hour on Saturday night because of daylight savings. My weekend only lasted 46 hours.

Packed it was, though:

- I visited the Deutsches Museum, twice. There are four floors of exhibits and on the first day we barely made it through up to the second floor before feeling the ache in our legs and having to stop and grab a break at the cafe. It literally is the biggest museum you could possibly imagine so you pretty much have to visit twice to take it all in.

I returned on Monday to visit the planetarium, which consisted of a 25 minute show about the stars performed entirely in German.It was only 2 Euros though, so for that I was perfectly happy, staring at constellations and planets in a darkened room with no idea of how they're being described or explained. It was like school all over again.

- For all the tourist attraction visiting, I've sat in the flat and watched more Premier League football than any other weekend this season. Because all the games are live on telly, its perfectly possible to see all the matches you wish, and I have. If the results weren't so depressing it would've made for an awesome opportunity. Commentary is all in German, with no Andy Gray or Jon Motson in sight. So it has its upsides, too.

- There are folks in London who stand on a box in Oxford Street and shout about Jesus. They have nothing on similar people in Munich, who do the same job but in German and with increased physical expression, making their proclamations about the forthcoming apocalypse even more frightening, like if the Pope had presented at the Nuremberg Rally.

That's basically all I've been up to. I don't do shopping, see art galleries or take photos of things I'll never see again so tourism (of European cities, at least) doesn't really fit with me. I've enjoyed it but will be grateful to return home for a peaceful Easter break, live football aside.