Made it to Frankfurt and what a hassle. The duffel bag with all the German calendars, video and books I was carrying came off the airline baggage ramp with pools of blueberry shampoo all over it. Terrible. Continental Airlines ladies helped me try and scrub it off with rolls of TP, but the scrubbing just caused suds, foam and now sweat pouring off our brows and elsewhere.
That is when one of them noticed the whole button of the duffle bag – the integral part with wheels – was ripped and stuff ready to come out.
Real men are not suppose to smell like blueberries.
Yuk, And I was still facing a train trip into Frankfurt and then a few blocks walk dragging it down the street to the hotel. Doing this with three bags is a circus act.
Real men are not suppose to smell like sweaty blueberries.
Tomorrow I repeat the whole process – back to the train station and then to my final destination somewhere in Germany. When I bought my train ticket they told me that I have to make two transfers including multitask racing in order to make my connecting trains. Bummer! I paid extra for Wagen and Platz so whatever that is makes me feel better already. Everything seems so German here.
Men who smell like sweaty blueberries should not be running across tracks dragging ripped luggage.