Friday
Saturday
Sunday
Me and my 2 pals flew over to Stuttgart on the Friday early evening arriving in Stuttgart around 8 pm local time. The passport control staff at airports are usually stern faced and give nothing away. But they have been faced with dozens of hairy travellers who, like me have probably grown their beards since having their passport photos taken. Once through customs it was only a couple of stops on the S-Bahn to our hotel, were we dropped off our kit and headed towards the welcoming party at the venue of tomorrows competition.
We had only walked 10mins before we came across a small bar with the football on, so we wondered in, sat down, and waited to be waited on. The bar maid quickly took our order and it was only a minute before we had our hands on a great pint (500 ml) of cold crisp German Pils. Prost! Stuttgart's football team wasn't doing to well and the bar went deadly quite during the game, so we finished our beer and slipped out nice and quite and paid our tab. It wasn't long before we were at the venue with a new beer in our hand sitting around watching fellow beardy types potter about and talk about curlers, straighteners, waxes, gels and hairsprays. IT was fun but we were starving, and the evening was starting to come to an end here.
We headed off in search of food and found a small Greek bar / restaurant which told us they had stopped serving food but could do a salad for us. This was perfect, we had a salad and a few bowls of French fries washed down with Irish beer and then another German Pils. Once we had our fill we headed back to the hotel to crash out, it had been a long day.
Saturday
Sunday
Me and my 2 pals flew over to Stuttgart on the Friday early evening arriving in Stuttgart around 8 pm local time. The passport control staff at airports are usually stern faced and give nothing away. But they have been faced with dozens of hairy travellers who, like me have probably grown their beards since having their passport photos taken. Once through customs it was only a couple of stops on the S-Bahn to our hotel, were we dropped off our kit and headed towards the welcoming party at the venue of tomorrows competition.
We headed off in search of food and found a small Greek bar / restaurant which told us they had stopped serving food but could do a salad for us. This was perfect, we had a salad and a few bowls of French fries washed down with Irish beer and then another German Pils. Once we had our fill we headed back to the hotel to crash out, it had been a long day.
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