I woke up with a birthday hangover on Tuesday 28th August. I was quite confused about why my head was hurting in more ways than one until Martyn explained the ‘falling in a bush’ incident. I’d also like to mention that the heavy intoxication had a moral undertow, in that we didn’t want to take drugs into a country where they were illegal so we smoked the lot.

I can’t think of a good
picture for this post, so here’s
some kittens in a pumpkin.

Anyway, we set off for Cologne, Germany. I was armed with a heavy hangover so Martyn drove the two hour journey. We couldn’t find the camp site in the book but we managed to fluke stumbling upon a Waldbad camping about 12 kilometers outside of Cologne. And yes, we’ve gone entirely metric after spending a few weeks on the continent.

We were both fairly tired and it was getting into the early evening so we decided to take it easy and make some more corn flake cake. We’re getting pretty good at that now, after my burnt mess the first time and the cannabis-laced second attempt. That was pretty lethal to eat.

Not much else to report really, except it was really cold and wrapping a hoodie round your feet is a great way to combat frozen tootsies (thanks to Martyn for this discovery).

Oh, and I continued writing my song “My Arse Went To Belgium”, hopefully it’ll be ready when I’m home.