Fremdenverkehrsamt - Tourist Information Office

Perhaps there’s just something inherently unfunny about tourist information offices. It’s a struggle to generate anything even slightly amusing about a place you waste precious minutes of your holiday leafing through brochures and getting flogged organised tours by commission-hungry staff. Everything you could possibly need to know is available on a million websites from the second you decide to take a given trip, so unless you’re popping in for a sneaky wee, you shouldn’t really have much cause to enter. Note that’s pretty much the extent of my comic prospects for this piece, although sly slash, crafty penny-spend or stealthy pee-pee are all equally mediocre, so could have been used instead. Essentially it’s only going to get worse from here in. Or at least more dull. In truth, I enjoy looking around a city’s tourist office because I‘ve got a habit of collecting leaflets and brochures for things I‘ve no intention of doing. That and tacky place-branded pens, pencils, fridge magnets and armfuls of other useless tat. Aren’t you glad you learned that about me? Told you there was nothing funny going on in this entry, yet you had to read it anyway. Especially you, Steven. That’s on the off chance one of the four regular readers of this blog happens to be called Steven, if not, please just pretend that’s your name for a few seconds. It’ll make me feel far less guilty about using my linguistic ejector seat to escape this vile textual misadventure. With any luck I’ll land near a building full of not-to-commission-hungry people who’ll tell me a bit about the place. Yep, definitely time to bail. Bye!