Firstly, in one of the bars, the floor was so filthy with broken glass (after 'cleaning') I was tempted to go and ask for the brush to do it properly.
Secondly, some unfortunate soul decided to kill themselves on the train route, resulting in a three hour delay and lots of flip-flopping on behalf of DB regarding exactly what they were supposed to be doing with us, including a sudden decision to terminate our train in Karlsruhe with about 5 mins notice. All the Germans on the train were complaining that the announcements were only in German. I'm pretty sure that in Switzerland, what to do is precisely planned out and there is less confusion. And worse case, it is only three hours from one side to the other.
Finally, the german is wierd. There is a Kölsch dialect, as well as beer but I heard very few people actually speaking it and it mainly existed on beer hall menus. But it was as if everyone was speaking extra precisely and clearly for the purposes of making a recording for students learning the language, rather than actually chatting to each other in bars. I missed the softness and richness of Swiss German.
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