Dresden

Dresden was the least favourite of the trio of German cities that I went to. It had the same things that made the other two great just not to the same extent. The only thing of real interest in the city was going out on one of the nights with two british girls and an American. We went to this jazz bar and the music that the band played there was the kind of stuff I would produce when Phroosh lent me his electric guitar and effects pedal, that is to say it was crap. But you could see they were really getting into it and so were the other half dozen people in the bar. I can only assume they were all really, really.... really stoned. The next bar we went to we got kicked out of before ordering a drink after one of the girls though it would be a good idea to take a hat for each of us from the coat rack (interesting as we were the only people there). This was obviously a gross insult to the establishment as the barmen came from the behind the bar yelling some German obcenities snatching the hats from our heads and literally pushed us out the door. The next place we managed to flood because the flush at the urinal broke and continued to run until the water flowed out into the bar. The last place was actually pretty good and we spent most of the night dancing (yes me too) to some pretty cool music. What really saved Dresden for me was the day I spent hiking in the nearby Saxony Switzerland National Park. Absolutely stunning.