8th July, 2008.
It was my intention to send this last update from Bangkok. Things got a little out of hand due to the ridiculously low alcohol prices, so I’m actually sitting quietly at my desk in The Shed. To make things a little more authentic, I’ve skulled half a bottle of scotch and changed the keyboard layout to Swahili.
So, gentle reader (and some of the not-so-gentle ones), where did I leave you? Berlin apparently. We’d been to CSD and there were many hot boys. Move on.
But there were soooo many hot boys!
No. Really. Move on.
So we moved on. In fact we moved on to Munich, albeit a few days later than we’d initially planned. We were just having too much fun in Berlin. (Have I mentioned the hot boys?) So, once again, Rocky was speeding along on ICE (Inter City Express) taking in the amazing countryside as we went.
We only had one night in Munich. So we went out and found some food and then found some entertainment. It was errrrr . . . most entertaining, although I suspect that it was the locals that got the better show.
The next day, we hired a car. We hired a very nice car, thankyou very much. An Audi A6 no less. We then set out on the Autobahn in search of a castle.
Keep to the right. Keep to the right. Keep to the right. Keep to the right . . .
I managed to only run off the road once and that was only at about 60kph, not 150kph. We drove, very fast, to Neuschwanstein Castle, which we’d been warned was a great tourist trap. But it was so beautiful. And yes, it was a tourist trap.
After jumping out of the car, handing over wads of cash and then waiting patiently for an hour we were herded through the castle. An hour later the castle spat us out after checking our pockets several times to ensure we had no cash left. We jumped back in the car and headed back to the city VERY fast.
According to the nice little lady that lives in the dashboard of these cars, it was 120km to the airport. It was also 5:40pm We had a flight at 7:20pm and you know how they like you to turn up early for these things. Apparently I topped 180kph. I didn’t pay any attention to the speedo myself, I just hung out the window screaming out “GET THE @%%$$ OUT OF MY WAY!”
We managed to find the airport (well, the little lady in the dashboard found it for us), refueled the car and returned it no worse for wear. Well, not much worse.
It was then a chaotic “Amazing Race” style bolt across the airport to check in. Luckily Sam’s eyelids were in fine batting form and the lovely lady at the counter told us we had plenty of time (20 minutes) and she didn’t even pay too much attention to the excessive weight of our luggage.
Having checked in and being confident that our bags were destined for the plane we ducked up to the lounge for a very stiff drink. I so needed that. Yes, I’m now an alcoholic. I’ll address this issue next week back in Oz.
Then a quick bolt to the gate (where everyone else was standing around looking like they were waiting for someone) and on to the plane to have a few more very stiff drinks.
We’re off to Bangkok.
Be patient. I’ll get to that.