In which we make friends with an onanist pooch, shuffle paper in the drizzle, shout obscenities at an Anglo-Canadian in German and smuggle alcohol onto a log flume. Alas, it's all sadly true.
There is a corner of a foreign field that is forever....relegated
Russ is less than impressed by the decor
The cleanest and filthiest dog in all Germany. They must need to mop that floor every day
Bunkershaker introduces us to a dear friend
Jim comes over all limp-wristed as Chris honks out an old tune on his invisible mouth-organ
What in God's green name is that? No, not Chris but Little Red Riding Hood's hipflask!
This was a very strange bar full of very odd men. We liked it
The Hamburg drizzle really fired us up for the forthcoming big game.