But some things never change:
|using the steps to the Cathedral plateau as benches|
Then Le velo and I are in a train to Moenchengladbach
At some place with an unremembered name, I realize that Germans are at least as filthy as the British
|Check out which country Venlo is in|
The first impression I get of Moenchengladbach is coined by a woman stumbling skunk-drunk into the train station elevator and infusing every square inch of breathable air therein instantly with the smell of beer.
But it gets better: The hotel is very nice and very not expensive. The benefit of being in the boonies ;-)
The view from the room's windows
|I have no idea what that is|
Why am I here?
This is why: