Krappenz zie Panten or Europe Out the Backdoor
Saturday I think I did not drink enough water, or perhaps earlier ate something very bad, but as I rode the Übahn I began to feel very ill. I quickly rushed out past the Turkish pot dealers asking for a light and hopped on a Sbahn. In my haste I did not realize it was the wrong one. I hopped off and caught the correct line and got off at the stop closest to my hotel. But it was too late. Perhaps it was the excercise, perhaps all the coffee, or maybe even some crazy würst. I shit my pants. And that night as I washed myself and my undergarments out in the shower I couldn't help but wonder that maybe somewhere, perhaps very far away, Rick Steves was doing the exact same thing.

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