I had been dreading this day. I was going to have to: fly to Dubai overnight, wait there for a few hours, then fly to Frankfurt, wait for another few hours, then finally take a train to my home town. And the worst thing: I was going to leave Taiwan. There were so many things on this island that I hadn’t seen yet!
But I got on my flight anyway, and yet again I got a center seat:
Nice photobomb, though, eh?
Little did I know that my second flight was going to be awesome, because I got a seat in the emergency exit lane:
I sat, reclined, read, watched the remaining part of Wonder Woman, and I made use of these stickers that the airline was giving out:
“Wake Me Up For…” actually seemed like a pretty good rule to live by.
When I got to Frankfurt, I looked for my luggage at the oversized baggage counter, which was really just a corner where someone had dropped people’s luggage on the floor:
You had to pay money if you wanted to use a luggage trolley. Yes, Germany was apparently still a service desert.
And the Deutsche Bahn was apparently still run by potheads. My train got canceled. Of course. I had to go to a totally different train station in order to catch a substitute train. Of course. The substitute train was cold as hell. Of course.
But eventually I made it home.