Nigel made a huuuuuge schoolboy error. He booked a trip around northern Bavaria, and with one exception, there was a Christmas market (Weihnachtsmarkt) in each and every town.

He stoically braved each centrum knowing that packed crowds, twinkly white lights, endless Christmas music and Christmas tat stalls would meet us at every location. Perhaps the upcoming blows were softened by the thoughts of bratty stands, garlic mushrooms and endless hot Glühwein (which had it’s own drawback with my incessant need to keep at least one mug from each place).

We hauled around the netbook, but there was no free wifi in any of our hostels (clearly not me that did the booking then), so these posts are a retrospective look back on Nigel’s week from hell…