Guten Tag again my fellow readers. I will have to say that our whole adventure yesterday proved that one hour of half sleep doesn't really do anything for you if you have stayed up for 32 hours. Our plane left the buisy Atlanta Heartsfield Jackson Airport at 5:30 p.m., and landed in sunny Paris at 8:30 a.m. Apprantly we were supposed to have slept on the flight, but I guess I just missed that memo or something. Finally, we had landed in the world of, "I have no idea what your saying but I'll just smile and nod and act like I do." Well, we roamed around the Charles De Gaul airport and managed to somehow get through security and find our terminal, because as much as we would have liked to stay in Paris, our first real destination was Munich, Germany. Now here is where I ended up sort of catching an hourish of sleep, becuase right next to our terminal was a "relaxing Lounge", see picture, where I picked a reclining seat next to some African muslim priest of some kind fully decked out in traditional garb. Eventually we got on our flight, which ended up being only around 2 hours. The only really exciting thing that happend in-route from Paris to Munich would have to have been when the flight attendant woke me and was saying something to me in French while pushing some kind of fish sandwhich in my face. Then she started to ask me something else in french, and all I could do was smile stupidly at her and pretend like I knew what she was saying. She than said something that sounded like German, and finally switched over to English after my further silence. "Sir, Vhat du you vwant du drink?", she said agitatedly. "Oh, hah um... water I guess?", I mumbled. "Ve du not have dat", she said a little more angry. "okay okay, um can I have a cokacola than?", I asked trying not to be so much of a bother. At last I choose wisely and they did have coke, go figure huh. After a very scary landing in which I was glad I ended up not eating my salmon sandwhich, we landed in Munich. After asking an airport agent for directions to the train, we ended up just following the signs because all we really understood from the man was S-bahn, which was the name of the train. We bravely got our train ticket from a machine, and got on the S-bahn. Finally, after getting off the train an hour later, we walked 5ish blocks and got to our Vonderful German Hotel, the Uhland. We dropped our stuff, had dinner across the street, and by the way salads here are not what you might imagine, came back to the hotel and passed out from all the days exciement. Day 2 was finally over and now I'm highlly anticipating what Germany holds in store for us next. This is your captain speaking, and I hope you choose to fly with us again. Until next time...
~Cheers, Justin~
~Cheers, Justin~
