The home of Becks

Sitting on yet another German train bound for a mystery city.... Jimbo has his head firmly into his German tour guide book (he's had his money's worth out of that) and Stevie B has his infamous don't talk to me face on.   With my travelling companions occupied I gaze out at the vast German countryside flying by and consider the number twelve for a moment.  Its quite the achievement that we have made it to 12 years of Jimbotours ironically the same as the number of stars which are printed on the EU flag - they must have known we'd make it to that number one day.  When we land in our mystery city it will also become our 12th German dot on the map!  Well 13th if you count Duisberg but let's not go there.  The number 12 seems to be jumping up everywhere and its also the same number as Stevie B's mental age and the average length in minutes of one of his stories. 

With Hannover now a distant memory we land in the picturesque German city of Bremen the home of Becks.  A short walk to the hostel and we set off in search of the Becks brewery which is located right on the river.  As we meander through the town I demand a pit stop and sure enough with the brewery in sight we stumble into the Mecca of cold beer, salty snacks by the river in 30 plus degree heat.  Needless to say the distant view of the brewery would be all we would see of it! 

Now that Stevie was talking to us again after consulting with his bank manager we agreed a plan and enlisted the aid of our good friend 20cent the rapper.  Ultimately 20 would be our guide through the remainder of the town and he did not disappoint.  Lashing of cold beer, plentiful fruit and hours of Stevies stories filled the remainder of our day on the river.  Having had enough sun to fill another 12 tours we headed back towards our hostel in the hipster district. Despite the lager being of the highest grade Shauny G convinces the team to go all Cotswolds and get on the gins.... slipped down a right treat however the early signs of gin side effects making certain individuals drowsy was apparent as Stevie began to fade.  Now this isn't all bad news as it represents the opportunity for a quick game of buckaroo..... I won and Steve retired back to hobbits lair in the roof of our hostel whilst Jimbo argued with yet another Turkish kebab merchant.

A big snore and we are back on the train for a brief stint in Hamburg ready to call time on yet another tour.  What we've learned this year is that Germans are as usual exceptionally good at making life easy and enjoyable for our jaunts in Europe.  We've also learned that strict financial budget plans will be needed if jimbotours is to make it to JT13 for some and there will be no refunds!

See you in June next year....

Shauny G.