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The next day my girlfriend and I went into Konstanz, a town in the south of Germany, about a 45-minute drive from Zurich, and around two hours from Munich. It was situated on the coast, and so whilst it still had an air of warm community, this air had a tendency to be tumultuous. Like Zurich, it was a lovely town to walk around. It had managed to sustain its villagey feel; with its cobbled streets stretching out from an epicentre wherein stood a cathedral. We went for lunch in a local restaurant, which we divined was Italian, not from our adept knowledge of etymology or even a simple grasp of German, but because of Google Translate. Our language ineptitude was only consolidated when we realised that everyone else could speak perfect English, and that our waiter told us that what we thought was noodles on the menu was actually pasta. What must be noted, although such a modal is relative to your age, is that Swiss and German beer is much better than what we get in Britain. Guinness aside, what I had in Zurich and Konstanz was better than anything I had in Britain. I won’t pretend to be some beer connoisseur; I can just ask that you try it when you go. When the bill came, we became like those who see an oasis in a desert – it was about a third of the price if it had been in Zurich (which means it was even cheaper than London). Alas, despite it not being a mere mirage, they only took cash and so I had to rush to the nearest ATM as my girlfriend sat with the waitress.
That evening we went back into Zurich to try out its clubbing scene. I didn’t know what to expect, to be honest. I’m a fan of much of the UK music scene (that is the clubs that are solely about playing good music and having a good dance, none of that Essex/Chelsea wannabe stuff), and knew that Europeans were into their EDM, so I was a bit tentative. We decided, after much deliberation, to go to a club called Alte Kaserne. It was interesting. Yes, Europeans do like their EDM. Case and point: Skrillex was mixed into Skrillex, which was then mixed into a dubstep remix of Ed Sheeran’s Shape of You. The place was empty – there must have been around 30 people on the dancefloor. But those that were in there definitely made use of the space. There was a guy, about my age, arms and legs outstretched like he was doing a jumping jack, and just jumped up and down that way for the whole night. Others were just proper going for it, body-popping moves and all. One guy did a whole body wave and then pointed at me. Was this a call to arms or a call for a duel? I, however, in my English snobbery, carried on my English jiggle. Had it been in London, I would have hated it. But it was a novel experience, and my girlfriend and I had a laugh. Besides, its roused in me a quest to catalogue the dance moves of different nationalities. Watch this space.
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