would drop you for trävveling wis se German rail One thing I must tell you: I now know why the conductors are always so rude on trains. It is up to their ugly, ill-fitting west. Really. Those without the blue monster that is were extremely friendly and were determined to stay longer to Plauderkränzchen, but they had to continue to hunt black driver. Why am I telling you this? Because these insanely important finding was probably the only positive after yesterday's on my trip from Berlin to Vienna.
I mean, it's already clear that for under 50 not eating every 5 Mnuten ass gets dusted and waiting no poster bed in the compartment specially reserved for me.
But it is asking too much that I will serve out my 10 hours on the train calmly, without that I will be tempted by small children, their enervated mothers and hyperactive globetrotters to my already humming skull against the dirty window pane to beat?
During my bottom from hour to hour, the shape of the takes with psychedelic patterns printed seat, I hear a strange, warm, slightly cheesy Geruch.Und I see it already: the solid shoes of my seat neighbor. Nice.
What the hell, I'm always tired. While I try then, all possible single-Kamasurta positions auszusprobieren to find the proper seating position, not all die in the limbs at the same time, I remember a sad my last train ride that I was able to spend the middle of a football team, whose players were all fitted with Knackärschen.
The (players, not their behinds, though ... ahem) would be the way, even after the arrival had been very useful because as it turned out, has dispensed with the station management well to all Trans-mail capabilities of over heavy bags full of shoes and so I can under the curious gaze of the stupid Gaffer bystanders my bag (without wheels!) And its two smaller conspecifics attract the exit, dragging, pushing and kicking, only to find that the agency is closed and the next Phone cell is probably in Canada. Or so. Perhaps we should mention that I do not have it and my Austrian phone call on my pick-up service in the form of my BFF can not. Finally, a young man mercy (no ass, but with cell phone) can call me, conceded in exchange for a bar of Ritter Sport, and a 3-minute acceptance speech. 'm Well bred.
As BFF finally arrived, we loaded the far too large pockets in the far too small car and can save us from the advice of taxi drivers hardly that acknowledge our Verreknungen expert's eye with and we recommend a next time larger vehicle to roll up. In return, I recommend them, their prices senken.Eine opinion they share not quite with me.
Something good has all but: now I know my return flight with XL seat, a snack bar and two-hour period to appreciate so much that it does not matter to me that I have only 3 pairs of shoes can take in my hand luggage. There are coffee instead of cheese. And clouds. Berlin, here I come!
