When last we left our band of explorers into the depths of the unknown they were at the gates of Germany, desperately seeking sausage and beer.
Vampires stood before them and night was approaching at a decent mosey.
|Gates of Germany|
|Theo, Frau Punkinstein, and Sir Stoic the Unfazeable, or Rob, if you like|
|Clearly unaware of how much awesome a Punkinstein possess|
|I don't know what is more embarrassing, that I posted this shot or that I took it in the first place|
|Clearly there has been a mistake as there is no mention of how "so last year" vampires are|
|It's all so...gothiqueee|
Oh where is this elusive Festhaus?
Over the bridge labeled Stichin' Time...
|Look at the size of that heed. It's a virtual planetoid.|
|Is that the roar of monsters I hear? No, its my sodding stomach, for the Festhaus is near.|
And so into the Festhaus we went, where a show was in progress and sausages were plentiful. I've only a single food item to show you:
|Gott in Himmel...it is HUGE|
When we left the Festhaus night had fallen...and things got interesting.
|I'm sure there is a TSA joke here|
What horrors await in Italy?
Until next time...