On the train
It’s foggy as the train ploughs through the German countryside. The train is from Frankfurt to Munich. I find that Germans are not self conscious of their gaze lingering on something of something of curiosity. I get a few stares with my huge backpack and daggy airplane clothes.
The Bangkok-Frankfurt flight was truly cattle class. The obese French man behind me was granted 2 seats because he couldn’t fit into one.
I think I slept quite a lot because I don’t remember most of the flight. Thank you to over-the-counter sedatives, the best friend of those in cattle class….
