At last...

...I'm able to post some of the images from my jaunt around Europe. I tried to add them by editing my existing posts but for some reason, probably because I'm thick, I was not able to insert them!

The pictures directly below are from Berlin. I never got round to taking pictures of Amsterdam as by the time I got round to it, it was too dark, I was too high and too knackered to be bothered with anything; apart from diving into my hammock and shuttung my eyes before they fell out of their sockets!

Telecommunication tower

These thousands of solid concrete blocks are near to the Brandenburg Gate and represent all the Jewish people and others who perished during Hitlers reign of terror.

This building is the British Embassy, just round the corner from the Brandenburg Gate. It has retractable anti-terrorist posts at both ends of the street and is heavily guarded by the German army and police force.

Above and below: The Brandenburg Gate

One of many carvings, or whatever you like to call them at the side entrances to the Brandenburg Gate

Below: Hannover

An old building

I could hardly believe my eyes when I saw this pristine looking Austin 7 parked on the side of the road near to where I parked the van. My father back in 1957 bought one just like this one but in black and in nowhere as good condition and his was only three years old!

The whole of the old building showing my van really was in Hannover (I know, really exciting stuff!)

A church, one of many. There seemed to be one around every corner

Yet another church but a a really big one

Out of sequence but the spire of the church where the skeleton was

A strange painting to come across at the entrance to the metro

Me at the Thomman Music Emproium (If that's the right word for it?) with my hand on a Fender Strat with a price tag of £2600. Which needless to say I didn't buy.

This is the man in charge of the guitar section who kindly posed for me (I bet he was glad to see the back of me!)

This was the Fender section, with a few Strats thrown in for good measure

I won't see this many Gibson Les Pauls ever again (And that was just the main display. There were more Gibsons axes about than one could shake a stick at!) unless I go to Trappendorf, which is highly unlikely

(I don't know how this got out of sequence!) And a few statues adorning the entrance (Note the skeleton about the to smack the bloke in the back of the head!

Prague: It was a dull day and if my memory serves me right the river was called the Solt

I think this was called St Wencesless Square in the heart of Prague. At least the skies had brightened up a little

A couple of spires (yawn) St Wencesless Square

And the building next door

The poor Polcat, or whatever it was, that I wrote about at the forecourt of the garage in Auschwitze. It's the only image I have of Poland

And this is the only image I have of Slovakia. By the time I reached Slovakia I could 'smell' the river Danube and the urge to cross the border into Hungary was pressing.

And that's all folks for the time being. I will post some pictures of where I'm staying here in Baja Hungary once I get over my chilling period, if I ever do :-)