So, I was meant to
get the train to Interlaken in Switzerland today, via Zurich… aaand I’m on a
train to Munich, gaaah,
fail. The lady at the counter totally BULLIED me into buying the ticket to Munich and,
after spending most of the afternoon drinking gluhwein at the Christmas market
and the rest of the evening in the beer halls, I was in NO state to stand up to
an Austrian bully, so I buckled. I woke up early this morning and went to the
train station to see what trains there were to Interlaken… none, only to Zurich, and they cost 89 Euros, and even then, from Zurich to Interlaken
was 3 more hours (on top of the 8 from Salzburg) Noooo.
“WHAT?! 89 Euros, are you joking?”
“Something is
funny?”
“No, sorry, not
funny, that’s just SO
expensive, I haven’t paid more than 30 Euros for any of my bus trips, it said
34 on the internet”
“Well, now it’s 89. If
you want, you go Munich?
“Oh, um, Munich? I
think that’s on the way, well, how much is the ticket?”
“19 Euros”
“Oh, so cheap, um,
but do you know what it would be from Munich to Zurich?”
“This is company for
Austria. I don’t know for Germany. So you want the ticket?”
“Well, I don’t know,
how far is it from Munich to Zurich?”
“And now, how must I
know this? Tell me, how must I know this information which you ask? I DON’T
KNOW. You come to me, you waste my time, all the people are waiting, you don’t
know where you want to go. What is wrong with you girl? The train leaves in 4 minutes.
So, if you want, you GET the ticket to Munich, for 19 Euros, ya?”
“Um, okay. Thanks”
What a wimp. Seriously. No one has EVER bullied me, and then I let a grumpy old
Austrian lady pressure me into buying a ticket to somewhere I don’t even want
to go. Come ON.
The last time I was in Munich I was with my boyfriend’s older
brother, on the way to his funeral. It was a horrible, horrible time, I feel
sick just thinking about it. I was there for 2 days and I honestly can’t tell
you anything about it, or remember even vaguely what it looks like. I was completely devistated and could barely lift my head up to look at someone when they spoke to me, never mind what was around me. It just
brings back the most horrific memories of being so, so sad, I swore I’d
never step foot anywhere near ANY of the places that I associated with him and
the funeral, and here I am, heading STRAIGHT for it. I think I’m going to have
to get the next train out of Munich to somewhere that isn’t Germany, or I could
just man up, it’s just a city. But if I stay there, then do I go visit his brother, who looks exactly like him, I don't know if I can do that, I guess I’ll just see, if I get off the train
and I can look around and still breathe, then I’ll carry on walking and look
for a hostel, if not, straight back on the train. Damn you, Austrian ticket
lady, and damn me, for being so ridiculous.
Oh, and it's snowing. Which I am both happy and sad about. I donno. This is all confusing. I think I need a burrrr.
