We’re driving up North. After a morning of therapy sessions, lunch and a quick bag-packing sessions, we left Pforzheim to go to Tating. I had booked a hotel to stay overnight (noting that one of us was a wheelchair user). A few hours into the drive, we received a phone call from an angry hotel owner telling me that next time I’d better ring rather than just booking online. What if he had overlooked my note about the wheelchair user??!! They had no rooms left on the ground floor – and they had no lift to go up to the next floor. He felt really inconvenienced with me having booked this room we now couldn’t take and which he needed because there is a big exhibition in town. I answered that getting this phone call on the motorway on our way to his hotel wasn’t really convenient for us either.

Anyhow, after just a couple of phone calls, made from a truck stop on the motorway, we found a place in a pension-hotel, or rather: in the olde house of the old owner of that hotel.

This is just the living room. There’s also a kitchen, WC and bathroom. All for €60 for the three of us. It’s as if our ‘retro’-journey was continuing…