Forgive me father for I have sinned......

....it's been 10 years since my last confession and I don't know where to start.      Let's begin with your most recent sins my son and we can go from there. Ok well we awake in Leipzig to the familiar feeling that as quickly as we arrived we would be on the move again.  A brief whizz around the town with a very jaded RP bringing up the rear and we're on a train to our next destination - Dresden.  In a Duisberg esque decision we end up off the train at the wrong stop and wrong end of town.  However with prior experience of such mistakes under our belt we made our way to the local first floor boozer and set about achieving 3 things... bringing RP back from the pit of despair, drink an Aperol spritz and most importantly find a way of getting the JT elite written into Stevies will.  I'll be the first to concede that the latter took us down some dark rabbit holes! Having achieved all three we make our way to our latest digs which is a quaint little spot and couldn't differ more from our previous residence.  The most thorough hostess ever eventually gets us booked in and we make our way to meet the locals.  Within four steps from the hostel a large bloke throws a beer bottle at a puppy and instantly Shauny G is regretting the decision to wear a pink shirt - Germans don't do pink it seems and I'm still convinced that bottle was intended for me!  You see I should explain that during the war allied forces levelled Dresden in arguably the single biggest bombing of the war... as such a lairy shirt could be almost as dangerous as a lairy short irish man in this town. The Germans love themselves a pop up wooden shack serving cold beer and warm wine.  The masses congregate outside but due to the aforementioned shirt we sought the safety of the wooden walls and begin chatting with the locals.  After an all too brief debate with our German compatriots on Steve's potential with German ladies - you decide what the debate concluded - we moved on through the town.  Dresden like many spots in Germany is a cracking town to "make a party" and even Stevie got a round in albeit the worst tasting round of cocktails ever poured.  A far too late kebab dinner concluded the evening for a snoring battle between Steve and I as well as quick game on findmyphone.com for Jimbo. The following day brought a rest bite on the travelling front as we conclude the Dresden is a two night town and set about on a Jimbo walking tour.  To my delight even James wasn't really up for it and more time was spent eating and deciding on the specifics of the terms in Stevies will than deciphering Baroque architecture.  With RP departing that evening it meant the walking tour concluded, we bid farewell to a mistakened Muslim RP and hit the nearest irish bar - yet another broken rule.  With Stevie asleep in record time at the bar we called it a night full to the brim of wonderful German beer and the ever occssional Cuba Libra. Our final day consists mainly of pleading our innocence to the hostel that we didn't have a food fight in the hostel - though I can empathise with where the accusation came from - bloody Brexit.  A coach across the German countryside and Shauny G making the opening of a Berlin Xmas market before departing through differing airports. So you see Father it seems with every tour my list of sins grows but in fairness you'll have your work cut out hearing Stevie Bs list so I'll be on my way. JT10 done roll on JT11 and beyond....  Cheers. Shauny G.