Erfurt is a beautiful town, clean and modern looking with enough oldie-worldy German goodness that it has that “wow” factor when you wander around. It is clearly quite a touristy place, indicated by the inability to walk for more than, say, 5 paces..without falling over a cafe, restaurant, ice cream parlour or street musician.
Typically, based on the stories you hear about the East, I had expected a cross between Kosovo and East Berlin…so I was completely blown away by the place….and didn’t have a camera with me. The thing is, it all seems a little too nice. About halfway through Saturday..which was when we had a wander and explored the town…we noticed a number of things.
The women there are not beautiful. Now, this may seem like a generalisation and, coming from a Fester clone, maybe a little cheeky….but it is true.
When you do come across a beautiful woman..it is either that they are simply less ugly than the rest…and based on the famine you have become accustomed to, you feast on whatever you can get. Alternatively, it is simply the sort of chavvy beauty normally associated with women in Newcastle…
The place is clean, modern, young (in terms of people) and clearly has money flowing through it from somewhere…but it is kind of eerily clean and modern. We were sat at the least Irish feeling Irish bar either of us had ever been to..when old people walked passed us..I joked that the Police would come and shuffle them off somewhere. 2 minutes later, 2 police vans trundled slowly down the street in the direction of the old people. Coincidence? I think not…also, the 2nd Police van was basically just a standard red transit van…with Polizei written on the back door!
At 10pm, the place sounded like it was jumping…lots of music, lots of people…beer drinking..general partying going on everywhere. I remember thinking that the place had really come alive. By 11pm it was eerily silent. Walking through the center and you only found teens that look like they walked out of High School Musical and decided to sit outside Burger King. Seriously, talk about “Yo pants** on the ground”, wish I was American kids..
Everything is closed after 8pm at the latest. We realised that we needed some smokes, so we decided to get a Taxi back to the hotel and ask the driver to go via anywhere that we could be some smokes. His response “Oh my..you know it is already close to midnight right?”. He then proceeded to take us to a place that “might be open”…it wasn’t. He thought about somewhere else that also “might” be open…but decided to ration what we had and asked him to take us back to the hotel.
Everyone has dogs..and I mean everyone. There is a bizarre number of waxen-faced people wandering aimlessly around the place whilst being directed by their hounds. I firmly believe that the dogs are actually running the town and that there is something running through the town (other than brand new trams that have 1940s design) that causes you to instantly need a dog. Seriously, CW and I were both discussing what dog we are going to get when we have a place that suits it…before I realised what was going on.
I think that they put something in the water…but if it is being run by dogs, I don’t want to consider exactly what that might be. CW saw 3 shooting stars on Saturday night…I just think that was reinforcements arriving.
All in all a great weekend and as I was visiting the home of the best Bratwurst in Germany, I had precisely…..no Bratwursts at all :-?
CW is due back next Saturday..that is if she has managed to avoid purchasing a dog and being assimilated. Also…I just thought..maybe the old people are scooped up by the Police and turned into the Thüringer Bratwurst…a la “League of Gentlemen”.
Holy crap, Erfurt IS Royston Vasey.
** I should point out here that although I am English, I am aware that in this context that “pants” are in fact “trousers” and not (as it the correct useage) undergarments of the thong, briefs, boxer shorts or indeed Y-Front variety. Equally, I will not go into the incorrect useage of Fanny..this is neither the time nor the place***
*** Well, it is, but I can’t be arsed…see