On the Piss in Bavaria – Part 3

Nature called way too early the following morning. The bloody cunt couldn’t have waited another hour, could she? After attending the call (and opening the windows, I hope the cleaning lady was provided with a gas mask), I tried to go back to sleep, without success. I wouldn’t say I had a hangover proper, I felt rather as if my stomach was still trying to figure out what to do with the previous night’s dinner.

It was still too early to go down for breakfast, not that I was hungry, actually. I turned on the telly to help me pass the time, but without expecting much, and can’t say I was disappointed.

I don’t think German TV is a lot of fun even when you understand the language, so you can imagine what it is like when you don’t. But I found CNN, and it made me wish I didn’t understand English. Their coverage of the missing Malaysian plane was incredibly pathetic; it can be sum …