We hire bikes on Sunday and ride around another large park. There is a section of the river where a wave is created somehow and crazy keen surfers jump onto the wave from the bank with with their surfboards to surf the wave. It is the strangest thing. It's not at all warm so they are covered head to toe in wetsuit. They surf this one wave until falling off and then climb out and repeat the process...
We find a quaint restaurant out of the hustle. It's full of seniors and our waitress informs us it's a "locals" hang out and we should go to the Starbucks in the city centre to find all the young people. Starbucks??! We just want some hot German pancake soup to warm the soul.
In the evening we find yet another beer hall for Sally's birthday. Our party includes the three of us and two of my room mates- Chey: the beer drinking Aussie working in London/ but a lovely chap all the same- and an American on the way to visiting his sister who looks about 16 but is in fact 29. We indulge in delicious pork and crackling, cake, pancakes and free schnapps from our delightful waiter and litres of beer. The party continues at the hostel bar where mysterious shots are continuously delivered to our table... I'm sure the night ended with something involving twirls, poles and photographic evidence...
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