For about two weeks I have promising myself a night out in the flesh pot city of Wuppertal. It takes me about 35 minutes to walk into town, so once I am home it takes me some effort to actually go downtown. On Friday I went shopping after work and then I visited a couple of bars close to the railway station.
In the end nothing exciting happened. I am ashamed to say that I ate a bowl of nachos at the Lola bar, but I guess there is no point pretending to stick to a diet on an evening of beer. I think the next time I go out I will go to a club.