European Dispatch #4

8-21-17 | 6:14 p.m. local time

Sitting here, on Eva’s couch with my knee propped up, Kate on my left editing photos, and NASA streaming solar eclipse coverage on the TV monitor, I honestly can’t script a more quintessential European travel moment than this.

After flying back from Rome to Berlin on Sunday morning — and greeting a taxi after a 5 a.m. wake-up call — we hopped on an S-Bahn train, dragged Kate’s luggage down three flights of stairs, and boarded a bus to Leipzig. What started as a 2.5 hour bus ride of the pleasant German countryside resulted in a 3+ hour bus ride, sitting next to a shitty-smelling portable pit of piss. Not exaggerating here.

The smell got so bad that Kate and I had to start using scarfs each time each one of the 40-some passengers had to use the bathroom.

“Are we the only ones smelling this?” Kate wondered at about the 20th person and 40th subsequent swing of the shit-smelling stall door.

Apparently, seems to be the answer here.

Either Germans have deadened olfactory bulbs or just have much stronger gag reflexes than these two girls from America.


Published by Bethany N. Bella

I’m a storyteller and a geographer-at-heart, and I’m passionate about connecting people and places.

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