Frankfurt am Main
I know that in the previous post, I mentioned that people are just people. I was half right. We got a taste of France’s brand of rude when we tried to book our tickets to Frankfurt. We did not want to through Belgium because it would cost us an assload of Euros. Which is 1.5 assloads of dollars ’cause the dollar sucks ass right now. But this French woman wasn’t having it. AT ALL. We were sent directly through Belgium which cost us 40 just for passing through their country. Boo.
To answer Jim’s query, yes. We did meet ONE cunt.
These keyboards are also ridiculous. Z and Y are switched so, mz name is shekez. Neat, kinda. If you haven’t figured out, we’re in Frankfurt wondering what to do, etc.
We’ve got video and pictures, but we haven’t been able to find many proper internet cafes. Good thing Frankfurt is fucking full of them. We’ll get our escapades up soon enough. Stay tuned, speed racers.