Visited with Speed, Winchester and Vivo.
The day we visited here was so sunny and hot, we'd nearly doubled our icecream consumption by lunchtime which may have contributed to the manic mood we were all in by the time we arrived at Beringen. First, we wandered round the museum part and Hans led us into the back room of the bar and down a dark passageway before emerging with four strawberry Cornettos. It was all very strange, we laugh nervously at the barman who looked like a viking and the old fella who knew EXACTLY what we had come to Beringen for. Outside, we basked in the sunshine lobbing stones at eachother discussing how we were going to go about getting into the buildings whilst Hans and the viking looked on with increased interest.
The stone throwing continued all the way back to the Rover as well as scattering a million colouful bits of paper into the road that we'd acquired from the Du Parc factory a couple of days earlier. All notions of stealth went completely out of the window as we settled back into the oven-like car and beeped the horn until Speed got really angry. Vivo blew his fucking army whistle until I was pulling my hair out and ready to punch something and Winch screamed at unsuspecting pedestrians.
Hmm and I wonder why we got told to leave Berlin. We'd misbehaved through every county we passed through and been the most annoying tourists anyone could ask for.
I lost count of the number of times I said "Erm...I think NOW would be a good time to leave
"
So anyway, here is Beringen. We didn't spend very long here because after such a sunny day, the heavens opened and we were stuck in the most rotten building with torrential thunderstorms beating down outside. A return tip is definitely needed...if they let us back.
Us
The day we visited here was so sunny and hot, we'd nearly doubled our icecream consumption by lunchtime which may have contributed to the manic mood we were all in by the time we arrived at Beringen. First, we wandered round the museum part and Hans led us into the back room of the bar and down a dark passageway before emerging with four strawberry Cornettos. It was all very strange, we laugh nervously at the barman who looked like a viking and the old fella who knew EXACTLY what we had come to Beringen for. Outside, we basked in the sunshine lobbing stones at eachother discussing how we were going to go about getting into the buildings whilst Hans and the viking looked on with increased interest.
The stone throwing continued all the way back to the Rover as well as scattering a million colouful bits of paper into the road that we'd acquired from the Du Parc factory a couple of days earlier. All notions of stealth went completely out of the window as we settled back into the oven-like car and beeped the horn until Speed got really angry. Vivo blew his fucking army whistle until I was pulling my hair out and ready to punch something and Winch screamed at unsuspecting pedestrians.
Hmm and I wonder why we got told to leave Berlin. We'd misbehaved through every county we passed through and been the most annoying tourists anyone could ask for.
I lost count of the number of times I said "Erm...I think NOW would be a good time to leave
"So anyway, here is Beringen. We didn't spend very long here because after such a sunny day, the heavens opened and we were stuck in the most rotten building with torrential thunderstorms beating down outside. A return tip is definitely needed...if they let us back.
Us
