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- December 12, 2017 at 4:36 pm#14304
Just had a report from Google about the number of views of the photos I’ve contributed to Google maps.
I thought the highest would probably be a photo of one of the famous canal junctions in Amsterdam, and it is, but close behind is a photo of a pint of beer I bought in a pub in Leuven, Belgium http://tinyurl.com/yd7jgrky
OK this is the only place in the world you can drink the stuff (it’s brewed onsite) but still. Another high flyer is a glass of IPA called Soup it’s meant to look like this and another of a couple of beers both taken in De Wildemann in Amsterdam (best pub in the world). The curry wurst I had in Amsterdam Centraal station also rates highly http://tinyurl.com/y8xnnw6b
So if you want view in Google photos, don’t take pictures of the pretty scenery, pop into the local hostelry and post a photo of what you’re drinking ?
EDIT thinking about it, the canal photo is right next to the famous Belhamel restaurant.
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- December 12, 2017 at 4:48 pm #14306
Blimey that “soup” looks like its been drained out of deep fat fryer! Interesting stats on the views though.
I want one of those curry sausages!!
[without de-railing last few years had exposure to the “craft beer” explosion in Colorado USA and also Moscow] very odd having “English” type beers in those locations, although wish they didn’t serve Ales at lager-cold temperatures]
December 12, 2017 at 5:26 pm #14309December 12, 2017 at 5:48 pm #14311Aaaaahhhhh Currywürst und Pommes Frites! A staple diet of the British soldier in BAOR, available everywhere including street kiosks. I was once passing a pub in downtown Detmold, when the owner, who knew me and my mates, beckoned me in and pointed to a table at the back. Ther was a mate from my unit, passed out into a half-finished plate of Currywürst, dressed as usual in his neat sports jacket and pressed flannel trousers, white shirt and blue tie, shiny shoes. And covered in curry sauce.
Currywürst: so good, the guy was trying to inhale it. ? Turns out he had received a ‘Dear John’ from his fiancée that morning, decided to get ratassed, became hungry.
Dave I was appointed barman of the Corporal’s Club in my BAOR unit (I was “volunteered”.) Before I was ‘appointed’, it was on the huge attic floor of the barracks cookhouse, and burnt down one Saturday night. The only place they could find to house another, was outside the gates of the camp. We were given a load of money and I brought in Germans to decorate and furnish. I was at the time living with my previous SWMBO, a German lady (?) in her own Gasthaüs, so I had contacts. I discovered that, because it was outside camp, our club was not subject to Army and NAAFI rules about the booze and foodstuffs we could take. So I asked a German company to supply us with Warsteiner beer: the Warsteiner brewery also built us a beautiful polished pine bar and a Disco. I made enough money out of 9 months on that bar to buy a brand new car. I had beer, soft drinks and snack stuff at prices better than the NAAFI and I used my Frau’s contacts to get foods. It was a big place and we made the most of it, I got some German Rock bands in*. I was I believe, the best known squaddie on that camp, for that year, along with my ACC cook mate and DJ, who also bought a car out of it. All good things come to an end though: eventually the NAAFI made so much noise about falling NAAFI bar profits, that the Army had another bar rebuilt in a cellar. I said I would not make a fuss if they put me back on normal duties. I had a lot of fun with that place and I was offered many pints afterwards, but I had lost my taste for Watney’s Red Barrel and Younger’s by then, preferred lagers. Warsteiner is a great beer, I loved it.
*Mostly worked for peanuts and were krap, but my fellow squaddies were starved of music and usually off their faces.
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December 12, 2017 at 6:25 pm #14313My public love my stories! I am legend!
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I'm out.December 12, 2017 at 6:40 pm #14316I share photos on Google and my view count is mental. I just checked and I’m upto 646,000 (just over). I have one 360 one that’s done well, and the other big ones are from a water park in Spain. They got a shit load of views this summer. You can tell they must pop up when people search for the place while on thier hols.
Yes, I just Google’s ‘flamingo land aqua Park Torrevieja’ and the kids and me seem to be in a good few. Great Park if your ever close.
December 12, 2017 at 6:42 pm #14317Bob, the Warsteiner went down just right with the curry wurst. The ferries to north Amsterdam leave from that side of the Centraal station, so when we went to the A’dam lookout tower I got a chance for a repeat performance. Went for a Krakauer that time. Wonderful. Free ferries – can you imagine that in central London?
BL – Soup is a “New England” IPA and a Yank in the bar confirmed this is exactly how it’s meant to be. It looks like it’s from the nearest canal but its just like any other beer to drink, and very good if you like modern IPAs. Like Manuel it’s from Barcelona but I’ve found I can get it in cans from the Wild Beer bar (and brewery) at Bristol docks.
De Wildeman in Amsterdam is the place to go for craft beer. Once a barrel is gone it’s replaced by something different from all over Europe and North America. It’s where I discovered Bock – Bob will remember that I’m sure and the Weihenstephaner Hefeweissbier and Rauchbier. Hmm, resisting going to the EasyJet site…
December 12, 2017 at 6:57 pm #14319https://photos.app.goo.gl/C7eBrxOvmukXwe3k1
That’s got over 80k views. People like 360 views.
Amazingly this photo of my lad eating pizza, in this tiny village 20moms outside of Madrid has 20k views.
https://photos.app.goo.gl/BD18ES7FmBkEvSeQ2
Yes we over ordered. They didn’t speak a work of English, no matter how slow and loud I shouted, he just refused to understand me. Bloody foreigners ?
December 13, 2017 at 4:45 pm #14334This one’s for Lee –
Just like a little Brummy mate in BAOR, Barry Evans: His missus was expecting any day and he wanted me to accompany him on a train to BMH* Rinteln. (Car of the time was wrecked in a German field) We had to change trains and had a 35 minute wait in a German Bahnhof cafe. Barry bought the coffees and asked for a bag of crisps, in Germany called chips and pronounced ‘Ships’.
I was the interpreter between a mad little Brummie and some German canal workers who could not speak a word of English. When I got through to both sides, the Germans asked what ‘ship’ was in English. I told them it meant Ships, or Schiffen in German. Barry scattered some crisps along the bar and proceeded to refight the Battle of the River Plate. Having sunk the Graf Spee, he then laid out more crisps and refought the Battle of the Atalantic, sinking the Bismarck. The bar was covered in smashed bits of crisp from British Naval salvoes and Barry was in full Patriotic Brummie voice, having not noticed that the German audience had gone quiet. I dragged him onto the platform: “They recognised the names of the bloody ships you gobby Brummie idiot!”
We got the train without incident. When we got to Rinteln, Barry was the father of a boy. His missus was from the East Belfast back streets and their arguments were legendary.
*British Military Hospital.
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I'm out.December 13, 2017 at 5:10 pm #14335Just like a little Brummy mate in BAOR, Barry Evans…………….. His missus was from the East Belfast back streets and their arguments were legendary.Â
If unintelligible!!!
December 13, 2017 at 7:07 pm #14337Just like a little Brummy mate in BAOR, Barry Evans…………….. His missus was from the East Belfast back streets and their arguments were legendary.
If unintelligible!!!
I had the phrase book! Barry also asked me to go live in his flat with him until his missus came over. The flat was 11 Km from camp, in the middle of a German village. He knew no German, I was fluent, but even if he had spoken German, locals stood no chance of deciphering his accent. First week he washed his civvy clothes, I looked in the spinner, to see bits of 250 Deutschemarks spinning around the top. He had washed his shirt which had his rent in the pocket! Barry was always an accident looking for somewhere to happen. His missus was good for him, she had been a WRAC corporal who left to work in the NAAFI, kept him organised. When I last contacted him about 5 years ago, they were still together, having had 6 kids and umpteen grandkids. His accent is even worse now, after living back in Brum for many years. Didn’t put his missus on the phone, which was a relief, as I had forgotten her name.
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