On Thursday we got to Berlin by plane from Barajas, my good friend was esnucado Aramcheck all the way, sometimes on my shoulder, at times ranging from back in his chair and empty, almost fell into the corridor the plane, as was decided not to say anything funny.
At Berlin we went to the car we had rented to go to Leipzig, a Mercedes pedacho not the pole vault, jumping a gypsy:
So Monsieur Ratkin grabbed the wheel, we put the GPS and hang up to Leipzig.
There is something oddly attractive about driving at night, but if it is in a different country to yours and go with your best friends at event biggest annual loss in the world, what I can tell. Amid the excitement, we stopped to eat something and find something that would surprise us more every day that was passing, there do not speak English or Perry.
Unfortunately, the hotel where we did the night before that would be our permanent accommodation (no room on the first day) was so to take the ass, that when the GPS said cheerfully "You have reached your destination" in the middle of a hill where there was absolutely nothing, we decided Descojonado unison rather than mourn, I was the other option. A few meters away we saw the hotel where we would overnight, to 40 km. Leipzig.
I have to say in his defense that the hotel was a 4 star as Godmandates that cost us less money than a 3 in Leipzig, where he also had beer in the mini bar (which we only discover pimples) and breakfast which has happened to our memory as one of the best that we've gotten under his belt ( all while a camera crew filming a scene for a German soap opera = S).
So on Friday we went to Leipzig, we parked the car fantastic and we got into the Top Vivaldi Hotel, which although was not in the center of the city by tram number 16 came easily to the central station (total No one paid the trip). We left all the stuff and went down to the first round Endino Franziskaner beers.
Hotel Weekend
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