The next morning, the hotel manager accused our group of stealing a stairway floor sign. Carole rented the orange minibus here, and after a short drive, most of us embarked on a Rhine boat to sightsee for a few hours. Someone else had to have driven the bus to pick us up at the disembarking point. (Bonn?) A dash to Frankfurt to pick up Lisa at the airport, and then a desparate search for a place to overnight. It was Carnival and all the rooms had been booked long in advance. Our travel agent really let us down. Only a few accomodations had been secured. We passed a US military base and flagged down some GIs, one of which knew a retired couple that agreed to re-open their GastHaus for us for the night. I remember a late night stroll

The rock of the Lorelei