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Oh wait, yes we did make it on the plane. And
for what? Yes! More drinks! The flight from Portland to
Frankfurt is direct, and takes around ten hours. They serve
two meals (and yes, it is weird eating breakfast at what
feels like one in the morning), with which you may have free
alcoholic drinks! They even offer horrible after-dinner
Cognac. I say horrible because it tasted like complete ass.
However, like a real man, I still drank it all.
Sadly, my high-flyin' high flyin' did not
make the actual traveling portion of the flight any more
bearable. Neither did the two in-flight movies: "Against
the Ropes," starring Meg Ryan, and the animated tragedy,
"Brother Bear," featuring a bunch of people with clearly
poor decision-making skills. By the time that movie came on,
my vast drinkering buzz had somewhat slackened, yet I could
not sleep! Unlike Roger, who had already passed out
and was snoring heavily, I had no escape from the torture
inflicted upon me by Lufthansa's Head Movie Choosers, and
could not even seek solace in trading sarcastic comments
about the movie. There was simply no one to hear me. That's
right, the entire population of the plane had
disappeared!
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Luckily,
the pilots chose to reappear in time to land the plane in
Frankfurt. Unluckily, everyone else showed up too, so we
had to wait a little before we could deplane. Actually, the
wait was much, much shorter than most I've had on planes,
which was quite exciting save for the fact that we had to
kill ten hours in Frankfurt before our train left
for Paris.
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What to do first? Well, since we had to
hop a train that evening, it seemed logical to go find
the train station and work from there. Into a taxi we
plopped, attempting to explain "train station" to the
driver using only hand gestures and grunts. He grunted
back, drove off, and eventually we arrived at Frankfurt
Main HB, so I assume he understood us. Or he was just
trying to get rid of us.
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