The last 36 hours have been very stange. Anna and I were on out Rhine river cruise yesterday, I had gone downstairs from the open-air deck to use the restroom. When I came back up, everyone was looking over the right side of the boat, and Anna motioned for me to come look. I thought that was strange, since we hadn't reached the castles yet.
There was a man floating in the river. At first glance, I couldn't see any movement and thought he was dead. But thankfully he was alive, but struggling to stay afloat. An unacceptable 10 minute or so later, they had finally launched a little boat to retrieve him and take him to shore. Meanwhile, all the French tourists had been taking pictures and video of him and the whole situation...
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Later that night, we arrived in Interlaken, Switzerland around midnight after a long train journey and a walk across the deserted town to the hostel. I got to bed around 1:00 AM. At 3:00 am I woke up to a noise in the hall. It got louder and I realized it was a man screaming bloody murder in German down the hall. A lot of "No, no, no!" It grew louder and I could tell he was going from door to door and beating on each one. It sounded like there were others in the hall either attacking him or trying to stop him. He got to our room and banged on it and tried to open the locked door, but finally went away after standing around in front of the door and yelling for a few more minutes.
I found out today the police showed up and took the guy, who had started a fight in his room. Anna said the police had actually burst into her room (in which she was the sole occupant) in the middle of the night by mistake while looking for the guy.
I thought these events were interesting enough to merit a separate post...
And that's why no one likes the French
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