Christmas rush

Collision course with Christmas has been set. All systems go. Full speed ahead. Brace yourself for impact!
Looks like there's no getting away from it, the mid-winter solstace is nearly here.
All hail the Pagan Gods, and just who is this upstart Jesus anyway?

It's been all go since we got back from Han(g)over, apart from the two days that it took to recover that is. We crammed in way too much partying than was good for us, but I suppose that was kind of the point.
I can only manage edited highlights, partly because there is just too much to fit in, but mostly because the details are all a bit hazy. If I tell you that we got to bed at 2a.m. on Friday morning, 6a.m. on Saturday morning, 3a.m. on Sunday morning all followed by an etnthusiastic stab at carrying on all day on Sunday with a 5.30a.m. start to get the flight home on Monday you'll begin to understand I'm sure.
Feel free to fill in the gaps with all the lurid details that you can imagine;

3 litre bottles of Smirnoff vodka are about £15 at the NAAFI.
Quiz nights in Bergen pubs are pretty much like ours, but in German oddly enough.
The beer is wonderbar and quite strong enough by itself without the quiz winners making you drink odd liqueuers on top.

PS2s are available in Hohne if you are still looking.
Sombre if not quite sobering visit to Belsen, and there really are no birds there.
There are plenty of birds in camper vans in the woods though. Didn't know camping was so popular with young ladies in Germany.
Kurry Brockwurst, enough said?
Dwarves, elfs, French maids, princesses, pirates "Arrrr". No I didn't imagine any of them.
Food food glorious food...and drink of course.
Champagne fry-up breakfast served at 4 a.m. Could get used to that, best black pudding ever.

Very glamorous companions at the formal ball.
More food, and free beer. I ask you, free beer? What are you supposed to do?
Only one kilt in town, guess who. It would be nice to say that you get asked lots of questions about the Highland dress. In truth you tend to get asked just the one question quite a lot. Just point to your shiny shoes and see if they can see for themselves!

"Sir" falling asleep in the Limo home. Junior rank driver trying to gently waken "Sir" up. Big sis stepping in and being a little less gentle. Driver's mixture of shock and amusement was a picture.

I didn't know Smirnoff did breakfasts.

Two kilts do Bergen...again. On a mission to ...oh I forget.
Entering VERY hazy territory now, but we all seemed to survive.

Great time had by all, would be a good time to take it easy, but what's this looming on the horizon? Chrimbo.
Bah Hamburg, I mean humbug.