Rostock
This train defines "packed." We are on our way to
I disembarked from the ferry last night around 21.00, & after wandering aimlessly for 20 minutes or so wondering where in the world (literally) Chris & Jason were, they triumphantly appeared on the horizon! In armor. On horseback. Playing, um, lutes. Not really. Really they just rounded the Fiat at the end of the Superfast Ferries parking lot. But it FELT that epic to finally meet again!
We took the short train to downtown
Traveling with Jason is going to be interesting. He's already told me straight out he has no problem being the "stupid American." I have a problem with him being the "stupid American," as does Chris. Also, he has no opinions. No preferences. He has no drive or passion. He just doesn't care. Seemingly about anything (except computer games). He doesn't care if people don't like him. He doesn't care if he bothers, offends or pisses people off. It just could not mean any less to him. I have a problem with that.
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