Irsch: guten morgen

We arrived at the lodgings - around 15 minutes up the hill, above the City - around three pm. It was getting stupidly warm, but it wouldn't be so sensible just to retire as we're a long time dead. A quick change of clothing, Steven pampers himself a little, I brush my teeth and we catch number 4 bus down through the university complex: getting off at the Bahnhoff to look for Negra Porta.

It took a long time to find the local brewery. Indeed a tourist info lady in the Karl Marx Haus said there wasn't one - though clearly there was as they had a fully functioning website. But it's easy for a micro brewery to go under the radar. I lost my rag because they wouldn't believe me! Am I some "fraud"? Assertively I apologised for the tantrum and off we went down to the river Mosel. And low and behold: the Braü Haüs appears where the website says it would be. And then Steven says "oh you had sent me a photo of this beer garden ..." The ability to now stop, eat a biercurrywurst and pomme-fritz and to have three brews in the heavily dripping sun was a relief indeed. Trierer Petrusbräu on Kalenfels Straße.

After that we hit a Bavarian bar down by the river crossing (I ate a Weißewurst and Develey Original Münchner Weißesurstsenf (süß)) and then head back to area by the Dom. Where I think we both felt the Dom wasn't actually as old as it was trying to appear? But then again Germany was virtually destroyed by 1945. We waited for bus number 84 opposite Constantine's Basilica but hastily didn't know how many stops we had to go. So we left the bus early and had to find our residence next to the Church here in Irsch.

This is Saturday morning and I am sat on the balcony looking up at forests and vineyards with houses dotted up towards the summit considering it time to Frühstück because the sun is already high in the sky and threatening to dull my bald spot yet again. The coffee isn't fresh - it tastes of instant ... Damn you fraulein ... Maybe I am wrong!

There was a gentleman who said this was a very hot summer, so far I reminded him, on the coach. He was 7ft tall and was heading to Luxembourg City. We discussed the economic situation in some depth while Steven fell asleep. I slapped him awake after a few minutes once we had arrived at the Bahnhoff.