Quedlinburg - Wooden houses galore

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Quedlinburg was another suprise. A very nice little German town that having escaped major damage during World War 2, is said to be one of the best preserved medieval and renaissance towns in Europe. In any case it was a pleasure to walk around and when both my camera's battery and Gary's carked it we were both a little gutted at not being able to capture the beauty of the place as we walked around it with the sun setting. Well I think Gary was rather more gutted at not being able to take photos of some of the street names that when translated into English had an all together different meaning.

After walking around we had a kebab, making Quedlinburg the 30th German city, town or village that I think I have eaten a kebab in. This one was another interesting experience with a local drunkard taking a liking to us. Unfortunately for me, when he couldn't communicate with Gary who had only recently arrived from England, he decided to breathe his putrid breath all over me as I tried to digest what was quite a good kebab. I really can't remember a more ghastly smell entering my nasal cavity and it almost put me off eating one of the better kebabs I had had in a while - almost.

Inspired we decided to become drunkards for the night and due to our alcohol run taking longer than planned we narrowly missed our train back to Halle enroute to Leipzig. This meant we finished off what is likely to be my last bottle of Kräuterlikör before the next train arrived and that our capacity to reach home became severely impaired. We did however eventually reach our places of abode, some with more problems than others!!!

Another great day....

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