The Joys of Travel


The joys of travel: a complete loss of a persons ability to know what time it is or even the day. Thankfully, or not, we have modern technology to remind us. After multiple times getting into the wrong line while leaving the airport, I found the train and got lucky in the sense that I caught the one I wanted, the one taking me to the hostel next to the house of sex. In fact there are a few house of sex around here, I guess those  European business travelers coming to Frankfurt need a place to entertain themselves after the stock markets closes. Personally, I think I’ll focus on sleeping, writing, and possibly seeing some of the sites. If they have any.