I dunno where I got the Kawasaki from mate.
I thought that I read it or some fcuka told me.
Speaking of Germany, the missus and daughter Hannah are on a boat cruise around Potsdam at the minute.
That's a wild place full of history.
I went there a few years back and it's a bloody weird feeling being in the same room that Churchill, Truman and Stalin were after the Battle of Berlin.
The Brandenburg Gates is another eye opener, just knowing that a fair bit of history lays there.
Even walking across to the East which is no worries now after the wall got levelled gives a bit of an idea of the differenciatian of how it was at that time.
I've got a piece of the Wall here that the missus bought back when it knocked down.
Berlin is a magic place to visit if you're into a bit of the past.
Not as good as Darwin though which will piss the Germans off. 
Yeah Mick, I was in Germany in the early 1970's when the wall was well and truly up, and it wasn't a good idea to get too close. What I didn't know at the time was that there was a war going on in Europe between the PLO and Israel's Mossad, who were hunting down the organisers of the Munich Olympic's terrorist attack, and knocking them off.
At the same time, other terrorist organisations were very busy, we got taken off two trains in France in the middle of nowhere while the French bomb squad removed bombs from those trains, and the train that we were booked on to go from Paris to Rome was blown up in a tunnel by the "Red Brigades", (Italian Commo's) and everyone was killed. Because of my dad and mum's poor grasp of French, we got on the wrong train and ended up in Lourdes. I missed out on a trip to Rome, which pissed me off.
My favourite place in Europe was Amsterdam. (now known as the "Old Amsterdam") I had my first "American" hamburger there, as Amsterdam was full of American Hippie draft dodgers who were waiting out the end of the Vietnam War. Every open area was full of these guys (and gals) listening to music and smokin' da weed. Dad and I weren't getting on too well at the time, so Mum and Dad and my little sis would go on day trips to look at tulips and shidt like that, while I hung out with the young guys who ran the little hotel we were staying at, drinking Heineken or Lowenbrau, and smokin' da weed.........
All I remember about Britain was that it was mostly cold and miserable, we drove our rented Hillman Avenger station wagon from one end to the other, and spent a bit of time in Ireland, where Dad's family came from, but we spent more time in the south than the north, because this was right at the height of "The Troubles", and there was all sorts of bad shidt going on. I think it'd be much nicer now that the Irish and the English have made friends...........