Stuttgart Indian Film Festival

It was a bit rubbish in all sorts of ways. The hotel opposite had supposedly been dressed up in an Indian theme, this consisted of; a few mannequins dressed up in saris and wearing awful, awful wigs, waiting staff wearing kurtas that they were told they hand back after the festival (they got one each), some half hearted dance routines and the films all starting late.

I wasn't particularly impressed.

My favourite thing about the stay in Stuttgart was the hotel information folder. It was written in German but had been Google translated into English, this gave us the following - Electricity - 220 Volts of Change Stream. That made me laugh.