NO TICKET.

So, since I last updated I left you all in drunk euro land. WELL, it just gets better after that! So after a day of calmness I was pretty much exhausted for the last few days. I went to a few places! On Saturday I went to a town called Zeltweg. Its three hours away from Vienna which meant I had to get on the train. I was kind of rudely awoken at 4AM and I couldn't get back to sleep so I wondered... What can a person do at 4AM? I know... I will get on the internet. So I updated some things, chatted with some people, and then it struck me. Remember that commercial I saw for the redbull airpower11?! YES?! Hah! I will do that! So I went and packed a bag of clothes, and started walking to the train station by 5:30. I figured out how to buy my ticket, and I even figured out how to get onto the proper train! That shit ain't easy. Seriously. The train station is just a huge cluster fuck of confusion. At least for an ignorant foreigner like myself. So after getting on the wrong platform twice, I get to the right one. I get on the wrong train, get off at the next stop, get on the right train, and sit in first class by mistake. I swore that I would have an indiana Jones moment when the ticket guy was coming through. I half expected him to throw me off the train and turn to the crowd and say "NO TICKET" while everybody else frantically scrambles for their own ticket. Luckily I was just in the wrong class. He told me where I needed to change trains in German, but I didn't quite hear the stop properly. So he says it again in german but a little slower and a louder... Then I ask him "English?" and he says really slowly and very loudly "YOU NEED TO CHANGE TRAINS IN BLAHBLAHBLAH." I still have no clue what stop it was. It started with a B. So I accepted this terrible fright and set off to find a seat in second class. It was good to play a dumb american cause apparently they fine you for sitting in the wrong section.

So I make my way down the train and see people hanging out in the hallways, and all the little compartments are packed... I move onto the next section and next section until I finally hit the end of the train. As I give up and turn around I saw an empty seat where nobody put their feet. I signal to the guy next to it and point at myself and point at the seat and got the thumbs up to take it. So I'm sitting in a 6 seater booth the only girl and 5 other guys. I was a little intimidated. Not that I couldn't handle myself, but just the fact that they all knew where they were going and I was kind of clueless. So we get to a stop and a few get off and I ask "Was ist dieser platz?" which probably makes no sense and someone told me what train it was, which doesn't help me at all... and then I turn to the guy in the corner and ask him "ich gehe zu zelt weg, uuugh... english? okay, where do i change trains?!" and he luckily spoke perfect english. Then I instantly gained a new friend and we headed off for an adventure together!

So the whole POWERAIR11 was actually pretty ballin. I saw some amazing tricks and things that I would have never seen in the USA. Yeah the blue angels are pretty bad ass but they are kind of restricted. The Saudi Arabians really did it, and the Breitling group too. Seriously baller.


okay this is gonna be a break in the story. Will be continued.