I arrived at Frankfurt, Germany. Every time I hear people speak German, I can't help but think of Indiana Jones.
Remember my previous tip about bringing along old, gonna-fall-apart clothes when traveling because that way, I can throw away clothes as I go? Until now, that was a good idea. My socks fell apart in my shoe before the day was done. This premature breakage caused blisters.
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Frankfurt is a modern city, complete with EXPENSIVE hotels. So, Mr. Chan slept on the bench by the Main River. It wasn't too bad.
My guide book recommended that I sample the alcohol in Germany (of course). So, at this traditional German tavern, I tried this apelwein, a sort of alcohol made from apples. Because I had nothing in my stomach all day, this alcohol made of apples made me feel like an apple, or at least the worm in it.
I had some Frankfurten Grune Sosse, a native green sauce that tasted like watered down guacamole, but without avocados. Then came the handkase mit musik, a unique, German, regional specialty. It's a round cheese that's marinated in oil and raw onions. The reason they call it "mit musik" is because after people eat this cheese, oil, and raw onion combination, they make musik, and the song's not coming from their mouth. Let's put it this way, when I reboarded the plane for Africa, the people didn't appreciate the song I sang all night.