- or from one that took off, fearing learn. -
Wischmeyer universe goes on tour - and we go! So simple we had thought, my buddy and me. A typical pubs idea indeed, because we had known what to expect ...
... we would have done anyway.
Brampton, frets, Quelkhorn - who knows these three places and can tell right away, where they manage to get, NEN biscuit. At least I had never heard of any of them ever. Adventure Land Niedersachsen! (And, as it turned out, also NRW.) Thank you for this opportunity ever to the FSR, the great God Dietmar Wischmeyer and especially to Harm Wörner, because of the stupid adult nature this our idea immediately told us to put on the guest lists of the three venues. Well mainly because this madness we still cope with public transport planning, which led to anxious inquiries by the officer: "And you want to run through the real? By Öffi ? "Yes, we wanted to. And we have actually done, so time-consuming and nerve-consuming, it also was.
It started for me so after the morning from the Province of Brandenburg to Berlin, then from there to Osnabrück and Brampton. Driving time: four and a half hours, interspersed with the ever-recurring question, "What the Hangman MACH I doing here? "This question was also my companion gentleman I could take an hour anxious wait in the wonderfully appropriate Lower Saxony drizzle in reception. Together everything was clear - we finally made it here to the FSR sacred tradition and will by no means a joke. We had a mission! The made sense. Um. Us at least.
Brampton was all a revelation - wonderful friendly people throughout, a charming little town and especially for a hotel that meets all expectations Hohn spoke with his kindness and his cozy charm. Such a grandiose room, I'll never have again - creaking floorboards, Smoking permitted, comfortable furniture in the (felt) 30's - and the whole middle of the overwhelming nature of Lower Saxony! It was love at first sight, although we were in a somewhat surreal parallel world, where there was mostly trees and mud in abundance. My companion Lord seemed totally fascinated by my self-sacrificing pleasure, but I could not help it - I enjoyed it from the heart called, every look, every second with me. Thank you, thank Niedersachsen, Brampton! The universe cinema (which took place the evening reading, we finally brought her here in the first place), had it all: stone Goebel spots in the foyer and Guinness on tap, yes, this is where we should be.
(Ferni set in the new hotel and blog live with a little magic box) After a night full of technical wonders we went over Osnabrueck frets - of course with obligatory genuflection including muttered, "We are unworthy, we are unworthy!" at stop in Melle (wipe Meyers birth). What we proved once again that we are able to give any time the attention of our fellow travelers ... Um. Where was I? Oh, and frets! This is already in NRW, dear children, that is true to the FSR still behind Mordor. Accordingly, we felt even when we were there from the train. Scared. Uncertain. But on arrival to our board a huge sign already announced that there would take place soon an oldie-party with DJ Dietmar [sic]. When we were out on winding path to our room, it went past a bunch of innocent-eyed Prengel. Could this be true? Yes! Here, too, so we were correct, the parallel world that we sought, extended to actually behind Mordor. Fascinating!
It was followed by another wonderful evening in a small, superstitious universe cinema (there are the rows 12 and 14, but no number 13 - which was then set up especially for us in folding chairs) and a decent beer with Herforder hyperventilierenden Gertrud. Fortunately, we had in the run already found an absolutely fabulous pub with us before the show with edible and afterwards with plenty of drinkable and a strange choice of music supplied, so I calmed the final adventurous journey through the rugged Westphalia take our turn at the ass of the world lying Pension could ...
... continued ...
- Continuation of the foregoing. -
From the mysterious NRW we went the next day turn into no less mysterious than Osnabrück Quelkhorn. Our information said that lie somewhere near Bremen. So we are consequently first went to Bremen and will have a promising acting coach climbed. Whose driver did not even where we have to just get out, but we just hoped for the best and amused each other with a half-hour of fireworks and Frieda-Anne-quotes.
had some point, the scenery all around us, and nothing more urban in itself, it felt just right, ergo we got out and made our haven of pleasure for the evening - the restaurant "mine". Which is otherwise highly recommended: nice staff, good food, Guinness on tap! * Advertising * end
The reading room in the old pub atmosphere was the closest, because it was incredibly full. When I last standing places for a non-music festival before? Never. But here I have enjoyed the last night of the tour was expected as the highlight of our trip.
There was raise in the region Quelkhorn partout no room, we had expected a long and bloody cold night in the boonies - but our savior Harm Wörner offered to take us at least to Bremen. Ultimately, it got even better, my companion went with Mr. Harm to Bremen and from there to his home. I, however, it was allowed me in the car make the master himself comfortable and made me very comfortable and chauffeur with a very amusing conversation with my best friend in the vicinity of Hanover. Not that I mind to even come close have been the height would be along the way, No, no, I was sitting most of the time stupid grin in the rear and ventured out of respect to breathe. But that was fulfilled then eventually even my travel motto: I learned to fear, if only the awesome was ;-).
Now even the inevitable final adulation:
My special thanks go to
Harm Wörner - for your steadfast support of our stupid nature, for organizing, making, doing and everything else.
Dietmar Wischmeyer - for three wonderful evenings that have enriched my life very much, and for the disposal of a cookie in his place noble flagship, which brought me to the front door of my best friend.
novel Wulf - for a lot of funny exchange of words, lots of fun and driving the flagship.
And finally: Mathias Segebade - accompanying my Lord and, now, good friend - for all the laughter and clowning around Labern for three wonderfully unworldly FSR-mission days.
I also thank Wele that he is my private piglets since almost three years now and so embellished my general life immensely. Among other things, that he used my FSR-delusion not only tolerated, but even strongly supported. Without his encouragement I would have never made this crazy trip - and missed a lot. Lala-LALLA, I love you, you dirty! ;-)
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