Bad Kissingen was a spa town in Bavaria. It had beautiful parks well served with cycle tracks and you could cycle for miles through the parks and along the river banks. Splendid hotels and apartments overlooked the central rose garden and there were also lots of medical clinics; we noticed a high proportion of elderly folk out and about with walking aids. We spent a happy afternoon in the local spa, swimming in warm mineral water. You could swim through barriers and enjoy the sunshine outside.
It was time for a hair cut and we found a luxurious looking establishment on the main street where you just walked in and waited for the next available stylist. Although it appeared busy I didn’t have to wait long and very soon I emerged, washed, cut and finished for €33.
Most European camp sites displayed signs and notices in English as well as in their native language; our site only had signs in German – it was true the majority of campers were German but there were also Italian, Swedish and Dutch and it made it difficult to obey the rules of the camp. We had to used Google Translate a lot, with some bizarre results. An elderly Swedish couple at the next table in the camp site restaurant explained that East Germans historically had no love for the British. I hoped they were wrong – think so as they were playing Rod Stewart type piped music in the toilet block, so things British couldn’t be all bad.