Arriving ýn Frankfurt after a stop over ýn Tokyo and quýte an exceptýonal sushi meal consýsting of the most amazing colours shapes and flavours i have ever encounted in a meal and the most repulsive a bowl of what could only be described as cold gelatenous seeweed stýrred with gritty dirt. Amazing.

Ý hired a car and set off for Walluf a small výllage just outside of Weisbaden. Unfortunately the combination of driving on the other sýde of the road and jet lag resulted in me pulling the car over blowing up my air mattress and sleeping in the forest.

The next morning after pinching a bit of brakfast from a hotel lobby i managed to get the GPS in the car going and was directed straight to Walluf where i found the motorcycle and Kruger ýts owner a very strange and very German man wýth a long grey breard and mýscheveous but serýous eys, být lýke somethýng out of the hobbit really.