Back to Nurnberg


Back to Nurnberg
Nuremberg, Germany

Nuremberg, Germany

This morning the plan was to go back into Nurnberg for one last day to take in the zoo, to see Flocke (Germany’s latest baby polar bear) and the Spielzeugmuseum. As things turned out Colin woke up feeling awful so once we had sorted out his comfort, made certain he had all he needed and was in a comfortable place to sleep, his great Oma watching over him, we decided to fit in some light activity before our evening trip to Wernau to see Colin’s Dad. We were headed into the shopping district in the Altstadt to look for cycling jerseys but unfortunately no one carry’s any of the good team jerseys so that was a miss, a quick stop in an amazing comic book shop, three floors worth, and then we hopped on a tram and headed to the Tiergarten to check out the wild animals. We passed on the Spielzeugmuseum since it would be totally unfair to go see that while Colin was laid out at Oma’s recovering. You will by now have copied Spielzeugmuseum into one of the online translator services to find out what that is, yes? The zoo is much like any other zoo with an assortment of the usual beasts and a similar assortment of enclosures under contstruction. I’m thinking that with all of the money Flocke (German for Snowflake) has attracted they’ve decided to do some reno work. We took a handful of photos and worked our way to the polar bear pen to find one bear pacing like he/she was expecting something soon, taking a moment out to jump in the deep water and swim around a bit. We didn’t stay long. Back on the tram we got to experience the teen rabble listening to music too loud for us old folk as we travelled back to the Hauptbahnhof, the central starting point for most of our activities. Back on our feet we wandered into the shopping district again this time looking for food. There are lots of really great places to eat, lots of not so good places to eat (Pizza Hut, Burger King, and McDonald’s…I’m pointing at you) but we settled on a good one, a place called Barfuesser (which means the person who goes bare foot). We orderd a couple of large beer like beverages and a dc and a plate of Kaesespaetzle and Knoedel with a delicious wild mushroom magic ones, just wild. Delicious salads accompanied both. Fantastic! You will not go hungry in Germany! Noam enjoyed a fine golden beverage, we had to carry him home he was so drunk. Once we arrived back in Neumarkt we found Colin had slept off the morning illness and was rested and ready to go see his dad. We packed up the rest of our gear and with Oma, piled into the beige Mercedes taxi and headed to the Hauptbahnhof at speed to catch the train. As luck would have it we made the train but ended up sitting for an hour to make the connection to Stuttgart. First Class baby! It’s the way to go! Not that Second Class is anything to sniff about. We had our own private cabin. Secret Message for Jason: Code Im Deckel! Secret Message for Mike: jiggly, jiggly, jiggly!!


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