Great German Tack

Trip Start May 30, 2008
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Trip End Jun 2008


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Monday, June 2, 2008

The journey here to this very room went with German precision (new word "gerney" - one that goes smoothly and without incident).  I was beginning to come to grips with the lack of laptop and internet and almost enjoying the "back of fag packet" style of writing (NOTHING can stop).  But I was swiftly taken to Cologne by my German-vings hostesses and back into civilisation. 

German budget airlines are neat, clean and charcoal grey.  Nothing like their brash and easy contemporaries.  Well done.  Not a scratch card in sight, just a bottle of mineral wasser on disembarking.  The bag first off the conveyor belt (good game, good game) and with a cunning use of "Wo ist dem taxistand" (probably wrong, but it did the trick), I hopped into said vehicle in Cologne and was checking into my in Bonn hotel before I knew what time zone I was in.  And here I am.  Hotel Am Rȍmerhof.  Room number 36.  Quite the most remarkably kitsch place I have ever stayed in.  The room is a pretty bland compared to the rest of the joint.  Bright orange curtains and pink plastic flowers, and the décor can only be described as wood effect Formica tongue and grove cladding.  For some reason the carpet fitters have decided the include a two inch high carpet skirting board right around the room, and I am not sure whether the energy that went into the creation was worth it, but it is fascinating.  There is a silver and blue yin-yang light fitting on the ceiling.  Class.  Downstairs giant butterflies greet you in the foyer and hanks of red velvet are crudely taped to a wall in an attempt to cover up some loose brickwork.  Pictures of giraffes, wavy IKEA mirrors and trinkets and nic naks adorn every corner.  Its gold and tacky and I love it!  After a very friendly (and "English" despite my attempts) check in, within seconds I have my room key, a cold beer, a FREE wireless internet connection and I have managed to order a mushroom Pizza from a local restaurant to be delivered to my room.  Hotel Am Rȍmerhof rocks.   In fact, despite my earlier yearning for adventure/danger, I may just stay in my room for a couple of hours until my friend turns up.  He is, as we speak, enjoying the good karma of a seven hour rail journey across western Europe (not a gerney like mine you can bet).
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