Well, here I am in an Internet cafe in Hamburg. They’ve gone and switched round the Y and the Z on the keyboard to confuse me, so if I use anz words that puyyle zou, that’s whz.

It’s been an interesting day. I got to Stansted carpark, and got on the bus to the airport where I met my colleague Andy. “Where’s the laptop?” he asked. “Er, in the car boot,” I said. So I had to hurry back to the car park, retrieve the laptop, then back to the airport to get on the plane to Hamburg.

We then got a taxi to the HQ of BSH and asked if the equipment we’d sent ahead had arrived yet. No, they said.

A few frantic phone calls established it was at the airport, waiting to be collected. So we had to hurry back to the airport, load two massive boxes into the back of the car of the guy we’re visiting, then back to BSH to set it up.

This evening we tried a bit of geocaching to get rid of the travel bug I brought with me. The first one we couldn’t find, but on the plus side it was in a very nice park. The second one we found, but it was a micro and too small for the travel bug, but on the plus side it was in the middle of a drug den with used hypodermic syringes littering the floor, and smelt of urine. Actually that probably isn’t the plus side at all.

We then went for pizza, where I had a glass of sparkling wine, so that’s one more favourite thing tried. I’ll write up my opinion when I get home.

I’ve had enough of this horrible keyboard, so I’m going now. Bze.