What is there not to love about a country where you can hop off a 12 hour flight, grab a hire car and manage to navigate yourself out of the city onto the #3 without a map, all before sunset.
Then a two hour drive through forests, and if I looked in the rear mirror the sky turning pink. Past the odd castle, wind farms, grape vines and fields of sunflowers burnt by the summer sun. In a little fiat with a sunroof, doing a top of 165.
Oh Autobahn. I do love thee.
I also love that the first thing I see whilst checking into this weird highway hotel, is an overweight sausage dog waddling to his room with his owners. Germany you fucking rock.
Then a two hour drive through forests, and if I looked in the rear mirror the sky turning pink. Past the odd castle, wind farms, grape vines and fields of sunflowers burnt by the summer sun. In a little fiat with a sunroof, doing a top of 165.
Oh Autobahn. I do love thee.
I also love that the first thing I see whilst checking into this weird highway hotel, is an overweight sausage dog waddling to his room with his owners. Germany you fucking rock.
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Wir fahrn fahrn fahrn auf die Autobahn
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(Sorry. a bit late in catching up as usual, and also i'm posting after the sunday roast and red wine.)