We were up bright and early the next day. Early at least. The 15 half litres and multiple schnapps slurped with gay abandon the day before left my skull abandonned and anything but gay.
We got the jump on the cycling club this time. Mike wasn't going to be a famine victim again. Just in time. Seconds after sitting down, the locusts descended leaving nothing but a few brown stalks behind.
We'd a complicated trip ahead of us. Train to Bamberg, quick drink in Mahr's, then a confusing selection of buses. That would get us almost all the way to Uehlfeld, where we'd be sleeping.
Most of the little time we had in Bamberg was spent walking. With the exception of a quick half litre in Mahr's. Bamberg bus station. How I love it. And the ESP system of finding your bus. We were lucky. A bus driver with an uncanny resemblance to Lemmy took pity on us. His bus was just about the right one. Close enough. Empty at Bamberg station, the bus was swamped by a tsunami of schoolkids in the town centre. What did I care? I'd got a seat.
Once the kids had gone, Lemmy put on some music. Music as eccentric as the man himself: German rap, drinking songs and something that sounded like a cross between oompah and punk.
First stop was Barnikel. A brewery and pub in one of those tiny Franconian villages that don't have anything but farmhouses and a pervasive smell of cow shit. Did have a brewery, though.
The Baker's Arms in Swindon. That's what it reminded me of. All that lovely worn formica.
I had two beers:
Lagerbier – soft and süffig.
Dunkles – pretty damn Dunkles, more like black.
(The beer descriptions won't be getting any better. I'm a bit ausgesprochen in that regard.)
I ate. You'd love to know what, wouldn't you? A Bauernplatte. It's the responsible option, I always feel. Meaty enough, but not too filling. And you can pick at it. I don't like meals to get too much in the way of beer.
We'd picked Uehlfeld as our overnight stop for one reason: it has two breweries. We stayed in one. The nicer one, as it turned out. Their beer was OK. Zwanzger Hausbräu was a decent unfiltered, amber-coloured beer. A subtle diacetyl note rounded out the taste nicely. There was quite a barnyard aroma, though I think that was from the adjacent cowshed rather than funk.
Lovely rooms, very recently done up. But the wifi didn't work. What was I supposed to do? Sit in the pub and drink more, I guess.
Barnikel Fritz Brauereigasthof
96158 Frensdorf, Germany
Prechtel Walter Brauerei
Burghaslacher Straße 10
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