[Note: The following text was created in co-production among all participants, each wrote a paragraph, while only the last sentence of the to anticipate the next paragraph was given. The editors apologize for the nonsense that had to be made of this approach inevitably arise.]
or: If a trip does, he is rarely alone!
Contrary to the long running opinion covers the beer travel essentially two basic needs: beer and culture. Needless to say, are the interests of the participants Gagel, Litz, Mäxäm, Schwepo, Sokka and Suzy is not equally distributed on beer and culture. After extensive preliminary investigations and consultation with Rasurex was chosen in nearby Tübingen Swabia. The project began at 19.10 clock, Friday evening. Equipped with the basic necessities (ie beer, Jass and tourist material) took the trip from Zurich to Tübingen a perceived hour. However, the journey consumed So on the reserves of strength that a visit to the Burger King at the destination seemed a good food available. The aftermath we got to feel it later. This should be the last blot on our culinary journey. After a brief stay in the accommodation, high on a hill above the city, made to the KSC squad to explore the culture of the main student city. The destination with the evocative name "beer cellar" was at first.
long did we the student pub is not inspiring, however. After a drink we went on. Planetshakers how Pinball we stumbled forward and eventually landed in the "beer heaven" (no, that's not the name of the restaurant, but it fits). pitchers and dispensers (2 liters) filled with beer were the divine gifts to us darreichte the lovely waitress. And we drank, there was no tomorrow. In addition, we sold us Mäxla time. As in the wild, the weakest cubers once the target of insidious attacks of the old fox Sokka. When we think of how nimble this Trix rolled the dice / dip galvanized, we are still very dizzy. The beer did not fail in its effect. The dice came to us as soon as difficult as before solving a Kubrick-cube. What is still working perfectly (well, with most at least) was the singing and so drove a round the next song like in the good old times KSC. as no longer the left, had to get a local exchange. And what offered itself as better than the well-known beer cellar. "He was a good thing right?" - Egaaaaaal.
also the second visit had to be stated quite quickly that the found gene pool of the elapsed two or three hours has hardly changed in a favorable direction. According to the motto "among the blind, the one-eyed Queen" left with a lot of good will and a few other bottles of beer under the pretty young women dressed as an alternative (or rather girl) then still make one or the other beauty. With increasing fatigue left to the goodwill gradually, which meant that the troops of the "brave 6" finally decided to go home to the hotel to connect. After a few minor curse tirades about the location of the hotel to chill 4000 m and the associated rise of murderous fell tired all beer travelers in their 60 € / night beds. The is a meaningless been deferred sentence, which was written only to verify that the editor also carefully read this report (group input from the SA-evening). The next day started for the six would-Billag Abolisher "different. Some opted for a few extra hours of beauty sleep, while others have preferred - in spite of continuous rain and uncomfortable temperatures - a city tour to take part.
With enough Suzy decided to sleep well, and Litz Schwepo to visit the old town of Tübingen. Due to the nasty weather conditions as soon as possible a pit stop was placed in a typical Swabian restaurant. Fortified with dumplings, schnitzel and spaetzle made it upon himself to discover the beauties of the old town. After few meters you came across the city leading group of the remaining KSCler which trudged through the rain without umbrellas - 1-0 for the beauty of sleepers. The progress of the afternoon was a successful mixture of sightseeing, beer and coffee consumption before the KSCler united again, to take dinner together. Poldi, an original city of Tübingen, served us well and without the German "jaggedness". Only the strange sugary local red wine was not able to convince work shows that our northern neighbors are far better at the art of brewing, for the vinification. Fortunately we were on a beer journey and not on a wine tour. Nomen est omen - the consumption of beer was characterized as a beer from the constants of our trip, as are the hearty Swabian fare after a visit to a trendy cocktail bar where everyone was then and we took a taxi to a nearby just outside of Tübingen Greater disco. Would pay off the beauty sleep, or at the cultural-historical knowledge in the women's auxiliary points of creation?
However, the extremely likeable host had a moment ago we predicted hours of waiting at the disco, to which we we had set for it. Unexpectedly, then no queue was present, only four or five suitable rainforest bouncer, as we know from well-researched reports of a quality broadcaster like RTL2, lined our way into the temple dance. After completely unbiased review of both sides, the gorillas our lovely creatures, and vice versa, was the way free. Hardly the drinks card debt (yes, non-cash consumption!) Being received, the dance floors were boarded. Unlike the night before, was appropriate in this society a well-ironed shirt and it was only decent to stand out from the Swiss-big-city agglomeration resembling male youth audience. Unwenig later we managed a stroke of genius, which emerged from an interdisciplinary academic collaboration: When the drinks in case of loss 50 € costs, we use but only one card, we now unrestrained drinks with it and dispose of them at the end of the evening in a convenient location. Daringly our plan also had been, at - how surprising - 50 €, the card is blocked. This fact made our brilliant plan unfortunately destroyed. To return to the question raised earlier: points in the women is the wrong description for our work, rather it was a targeted hopping from my foot to foot in both the rested and also have knowledge of additional cultural-historical. In such failures, a drink after duty was to break the vicious circle, unfortunately not, but only was able to close. , Before you knew it we had arrived in the early morning hours and the KSC squad sat in the taxi back to his extremely low-cost accommodation. To save a few euros gave not a single taxi, no, a confused journey of a fellow traveler of our coffee was on its own, since the other participants were undetectable at this time! At the hotel, indulged his every individual, hangover preventive rituals before you get the pillow gave. Rotating adopted the tag from us.
On Sunday morning we met in the hotel lobby to rested comment on the last day in Tübingen and the trip home attack. A wonderful spring day waiting for us and The German hospitality led to a pungent coffee-pouring-will. After discussion about the payment terms, we could impose the hotel baroness our payment and paid per room. Ejejej, but many were the receipts! As the advocate of the Indians realized what bureaucracy had the lady put a waiver was proposed on the receipts, of course not without pointing out the potential tax benefits. Internally we have been lynched. Whether it was this strict view, the Mäxäm already returned home at midday drive? The rest of the squad was strengthened in the beer garden with an elegant lunch. For an after-dinner walk We strolled through the streets after the sun to the banks of the Neckar Tübingen warming and partly due to the rainy city tour. In the DB we tapped a peaceful Jass and soon met in Zurich. The beer in the World 2009 concludes: part cars get parking spaces; Hartz IV brings cleaning women in the service, it is not gold that glitters yellow, cyclists are the best tax payer, the dice at the latest when Mäxla (mostly) and that old, gray and Amis Disco is the budget 50 euros, including admission, women can be bought only in the five pack. Or, as a Goethe could puke of modern times: "They care less about a damn political correctness', they were cynical, they were evil - they were great. As for cynicism, they were like Harald Schmidt on speed. They were faster, harder, more evil. " All in all a great trip without frills.
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