-------------------------------------- mEuronews On Tour 4 -------------------------------------- We continue the story of our interrail journey. When we left Playboy and Quackbuster last time, they had just bordered the ferry to Corfu, Greece... Having unraveled our sleeping bags we engaged in some cosy conversation with some members of our own species who we had met earlier that day. This "cosy condition", fortunately enough, rather involved the consummation of a ridiculously large amount of Bailey's and listening to some music by the light of a couple of candlelights placed at the bottom of a pot... Anyway we had quite a nice trip, contrary to those poor individuals who had paid and reserved so-called 'flight-seats' inside and who were not able to enjoy the fresh sea-air. As we had expected, we would be 'sleeping' far more comfortably on the deck and be closer to the life boats, should we decide to row ashore! This plan, however, was eminently foiled when the ship suddenly arrived at Corfu Harbor... Yeah! Fight me for 'em? Getting our stuff and leaving all the silly Swedes behind, we rushed off the boat only to discover that there was more than enough people ready to welcome us. In fact, there seemed to be some kind of competition between the different campsites on how many foolish tourists they could 'persuade' to stay at their site. We would, of course, opt for the first busdriver who could say "Hvordan har i det?" (eng: How are you?). After some search we found a guy who was able to do just that and headed off towards Camp Whatever. After a bumpy ride of about 20 minutes we arrived, and before leaving the bus we were told that there would be regular trips back and forth from the campsite to the beach every day - information that didn't seem superfluous after several days without a shower!  It was with great pleasure that we put up our tent on a sandy spot out of the sun and not too far away from the showers, the small shop, the restaurant, and perhaps even more important, the bar. After 'unfolding' our tent we borrowed some money for the bus from the guy who owned the place and took the bus to the city of Corfu  to get some drachmars for ourselves.  "We don't need no stinkin' polish!" Before we could manage to do this, though, we were hailed by some bloke who wanted to polish our shoes. We declined the generous offer (swiftly and with style) which resulted in the shoeshine goon kicking and cursing after us. With a quick glance we told him that 'pain is temporary' and 'bones heal' and went on with our business (...which was none). "I never drink... wine!" Due to some hilarious coincidents we completely missed the last bus and were destined to watch the late night movie at the Corfu Cinema. Luckily, tonights movie was Bram Stoker's Dracula  which only one of us had seen before. Innocently we bought our tickets and went inside. We went up. ...and we went out! We were 'a bit' startled by the fact that this particular theatre was in fact situated on the roof of the building, something which can be said about very few theatres nowadays. But at least it was the right movie. Well as many of you will know Dracula is a truly remarkable movie, and by a strange coincidence "truly remarkable" was exactly what this evening would turn out to be. We sat down with great expectations and the movie began...  After only about 15 minutes the movie was getting pretty exciting and, it seemed, as a result of that the owners of the theatre chose to stop the movie to run a trailer for the next movie; Bambi 2 - the sequel. (anti-climax or what?)  After this rather special night out we decided to find our way back to the camp. Eventually we found a taxi-driver who hadn't gone home to sleep - yet! If fact, he told us, he had been driving since 6 o'clock the previous morning which was now almost 20 hours  away. Unfortunately this seemed to affect his driving quite alot (but then again maybe not!) as he took the curbs in the wrong lane and in all displayed quite hazardous driving abilities. Having survived the first thrilling day on Corfu, we went to bed... Only to wake up a few hours later and find out that our tent was about as hot as "a tent that had been in the sun for way too long". Forced cruelly this way, we got up and ventured to the beach! We jumped on the first bus and found ourselves sitting and enjoying the scenic views as the busdriver played a tape with Danish music that he thought would amuse us - it did! Once On the beach we found a spot for our stuff and jumped into the water!!!! After ducking out of the water we found our towels (easily ofcourse) and utilized them while studying some quite interesting 'things' on the beach. Anyway we decided to head back for the camp and have a quick drink in the bar before dinner. Ho-ho and a bottle of Chivas Ah, yes. The drinks. Foolishly we ordered a fine whisky at the bar (Chivas Regal 12 years) and instead of just your ordinary drink, we got a whisky five times the size of a normal one. (a drink which would have cost at least 100 DKK (about 17 dollars!)) Fortunately, the price was only 700 drachmars, which is about 20 DKK and equals approx. 3 bucks! That was the beginning of a very rough night! The next day, when we had sobered up, we went again to the beach (Heck, what else is there to do on Corfu?). Being the advanced human beings that we are, we had of course already predicted the lay-out of the Pepsi Max commercial. Therefore we wanted to be able to say "Been there! Done that!" and mean it, too. Many of you will of course be slightly puzzled by this statement and immediately ask yourselves, "What have they done???" and more importantly "Why did they do it???". Paratroopers, watch out! The answer, in short, is this: We went paragliding. After swimming to a small platform aproximately 300 metres from the shore, we were tied to a rope, which was tied to a parachute, and told to run. We did just that only to find that the other end of the rope was secured on the end of a speedboat and that we were hovering in the air about 80  metres above sea level. It was fun. After enjoying almost a week on the sunny island we discovered that time was running out. In fact our interrail tickets expired in only four days. We decided it was time to leave. Nice weather, no? We took the bus to Corfu 'city' early in the morning, determined to spend the rest of our drachmars roaming through the city. That took half an hour and left us with absolutely nothing to do except going down to the harbor and wait for the ferry. This exact move turned out not to be that bad after all. When we arrived at the harbor we found a sign telling us that the ferry would be departing a couple of hours earlier that day because of the nice weather!?!?! Back on track players 1 and 2 We abandoned the ship in Brindisi and after rejecting numerous offers for 'cheap' breakfast (again) we left on a northbound train. (more explicitly: towards Munich in Germany) The journey was rather uneventful and we arrived unscathed in the German beer capital Munich. As our planned destination was the reinstated capital, Berlin, we immediately tried to book tickets for an adequately comfortable express train. The nice lady in the ticket booth said: "Ja, bitte, das will be 125 Deutchmarks... Each!" We told her that we already had interrail tickets and therefore only needed a supplement ticket. "Yes," she said, "I am aware of that". After saying "WHAT" followed by a ludicrous amount of questionmarks and exclamationpoints, we had no choice but to stay the entire day in Munich. This, however, was not so bad at all, since Quackbuster  finally found some use for his German lessons in school which curiously enough included a casestudy of Munich! (Lucky or what?) Therefore he was able to guide Playboy directly to Deutches Museum and, more importantly, to the Hofbrauhaus. Lager, bitte! The museum was way too big for us to cope with so we quickly left for the latter place. We entered the place filled with awe and discovered why most Germans are too fat to sit closer than half a metre from the table: Beer!  (We bowed in respect!) After drinking two pints of fine German lager, we left Munich behind as we took the nighttrain to Berlin. We arrived in Berlin very early the next morning, well rested and ready to stroll around the city. We quickly discovered that buying some subway tickets was an alternative to take into account. After seeing Checkpoint Charlie, The Berlin Wall (or rather, what's left of it) we encountered rain for the first time since we left Torino. We sought out shelter in the Hard Rock Cafe and had a quick beer. Almost there! We had dinner at McDonalds (surprise!) and took a late train to Hamburg where we had a late snack (at McDonalds) before getting a few hours of sleep in a deserted corner of the Hauptbahnhof.  The next morning we started out on the last part of our journey and arrived in Silkeborg in the late afternoon on July 27. [2m This concluded one month of travelling around Europe, nothing in particular can be learned from this experience but then again that was not the purpose in the first place. Check-up on Corfu: ------------------ Sights visited: The beach!!! English ratings: Greeks - Surprisingly good! Favourite Greek dish: Souvlaki (?) , Greek salad. Check-up on Germany: -------------------- Sights visited: Deutches Museum, Hofbrauhaus, Checkpoint Charlie, The Berlin Wall and Hard Rock Cafe. English ratings: Germans - Ja! Gross! Favorite German dish: Ye ol' McD!