In Greece in 1964 I hooked up with an Australian girl travelling on her own. (I had a car and she was hitching; what can you do?) We drove and backpacked through the Middle East and then up through the eastern part of Europe. I decided to write down some of my memories of that trip for our grandchildren, and in December 2011 I began posting them on my blog. The eighth of the series, posted in May 2012, told of a wonderful experience in Austria, when my pathetic attempt to speak German proved exhausting. Those members of BellaOnline whose German is not quite up to scratch will probably smile wryly at the story. It could happen to anybody, right?