What do you do when you’ve invested millions in an underground bunker system, only to have the Cold War fizzle out without even a sniff of nuclear attack? Open a museum and offer guided tours to the public? Eventually, yes. But only after trying (unsuccessfully) to get the nation drunk enough to forget that the whole thing ever happened. Continue reading “Why Nuclear Bunkers Don’t Make Good Nightclubs”
It’s a freezing midwinter night when our bus pulls into Munich. Some people poke their heads eagerly out of the window, waiting for the first glimpse of the city. Most people sink lower in their seats, pull blankets up to their chins and start asking around for Compral. (Life tip: if you ever spend a night out in Prague, make sure that the next day or three can be spent in a predominantly horizontal position.)
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Before they conquered football and fashion week, the Italians built some pretty enormous stuff. You could race 12 ton trucks through the crowded Colosseum and not spill anyone’s gelato. But if you did, the poor guy would be covered in cioccolato until he got back to Tokyo, because the same cannot be said for the hotel’s en-suite.