It’s been a disappointing few hours out at the satellite city of this year’s Eurothing. When we left you, Spain had refreshed our spirits with naif charm and ropy dancing, since when nothing much has happened.
Attempts to travel to Dorf to join some unofficial normal-people parties were stymied by a combination of engineering works on the railway and delays to the limited service that was on offer – we’ll be keeping a close eye on signage and posters next weekend, I can’t imagine that there’d be anything less than a full service mit extras, but Germany is a city of contrasts with surprises at every corner.
The hotel’s been surprising us too, by secreting a random guest’s luggage in our room and then sending them off on a madcap game of hide-and-seek in order to find it. The fact that we hadn’t noticed a ruddy great suitcase in our room made the game just that *little* bit harder for the poor woman to win, until we spotted it.
It’s also surprised us by showing an itemised bill on our TV/info system including room rates which we’d already paid and two breakfasts every day which we haven’t eaten. That was a scary moment, but we’re reassured that the breakfasts will be deducted at the end of the fortnight and that we HAVE already paid for the room – except for the 5% room tax which will be payable on top of what we’ve paid already. Strange way of going about things, but there you go.
In other news, it’s Spargel time, apparently, as Phil discovered last night at the restaurant when he ordered mushroom soup and was told “We have Spargel soup… it’s SPARGEL TIME!”. Good job we were told, as otherwise we might never have known. Anyway, to cut a long story short, he had mushroom soup.
In actual Eurovision news, Roy claims to have had a decent vantage point to do some happy-snapping at the Official Welcome Party last night, so I’m hoping we might see some reports on that later. I’ve had Ireland 1977 in my head all morning, for no good reason, and I see no reason to keep the joy to myself…
Final day’s rehearsals should be leaking our way soonish, hopefully, at which point we’ll return to our scheduled programming. Looking at the schedule for the day, it’s perhaps the one day out of the eight where I REALLY miss having a piece of plastic – there’s lots of good stuff and a good bit of entertainingly bad stuff. Just how we like it…!