The adventure started like any other, uneventful. Boring, all going according to expectation.
Then, as all good adventures do, it properly started in a bar.
Cheap drinks, pretty women, rugby and Germans.
I met a group of Germans and Asians, strangers with only one thing in common: the drink
Got hit on by one, drank hard with the others until we all eventually called it a night
The next day, again, according to plan until the bar, I accidently ran into some from the previous night and we go clubbing.
I'm distracting this lovely, tesanderie dentist while one of the random Germans can score.
Earlier in the night a random Korean and I did the zoo plan so Robin (the only German I got a name for) could score with a Chinese.
He changed his target mid way through, oh well
The next day, as expected however I encountered a husband and wife, falcon he and aerobatic she from Australia and we cut the line to get in to the race earlier.
That is relationship goals.
After I made it back, dehydrated, heat stoked, burned, hung over, starving I slept until today
Today, Japan got rocked like a hurricane. No trains, so I grab a random Californian from the crowd, he grabs a random Japanese and we split a cab.
The Japanese guy gave up and went home, so we picked up a mom, her baby and the grand mother and are driving to the airport.
This should be the end, but you never know, only 2 things so far have gone as expected.
I'm glad I did this alone
This wasn't the end, the last day there I met someone who was pretty awesome, wish it happened sooner
