100 hours until Shan and my epic departure to the land that God decided to bankrupt. Greece. From there, who knows? Well, we do, because this impending trip has been more meticulously planned than Barack Obama's croc insurance. I won't bore you with many final pre-departure details because, let's face it, you probably don't care. The fact that you're even reading this is testament more to your own boredom than it is to your interest in our travels.
Despite this acknowledgement, we still have a few tours to book, and one German overnight train that the Krauts haven't yet put the schedule online for. How is it that they can engineer the finest automobiles in the world, have both hands holding together the ever declining Eurozone, and produce such fine musical talents as Kraftwerk and Rammstein, yet they have great difficulty in confirming two beds on an overnight train from Berlin? Frustrating. In any case, we're exceedingly excited for this trip. I'm going to attempt to hone in my excessive swearing and blatant stereotyping for this blog, as Shannon and I are both keen to keep our PG rating. Though, this might change, depending on the depth of ill treatment that we suffer at the hands of the most fragile collection of economies in the known universe.
Stay tuned - next time, we might have done something noteworthy!
Zach.
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