Incidentally, hoorah for Wiemar WLAN!
Woke up to the sounds of heavy traffic and violent bursts of rain on the window. Our room at the Hababusch Hostel is the stuff of Louth-Robins-esque Euro fantasies: 2x2 metres in dimension, an impossibly elevated bed, curious places to store things and a nice view from our window. Most of the day was spent walking around the inner city, stumbling upon disheveled examples of the former East Germany and making some recordings of the streets, quiet parks and bells ringing out. In the afternoon we met up with Robin and Susan by the river where they took us down to an incredibly high bridge with an equally remarkable reverberation time and ping pong delay. I can assure you that recordings with be made of this. After some late afternoon tea at Robin's apartment, Lauren and I checked out the creperie near the hostel for dinner and such.