So much braver than i give you credit for..

(frankfurt, Germany, June 1)
today was my alone day in frankfurt.. my first ever day alone in a totally foreign city.. apparently it is also a holiday for the germans.. i woke up early because of the time change.. and the streets are barren.. i feel like the dude from 28 days later.. isnt this city supposed to be populated.. there are no cars and no people.. it is 9.30 am but even still.. even deathbridge has people around.. odd.. there also is some sort of festival going down.. there are random stages everywhere... i walked past one this morning with skipping ropes.. another with american style dance troops... another with belly dancers.. and finally the one with people on bikes.... they are mostly down by the river, there is also what looks like a fireworks barge.. hmm..

my american roomate joined me for breakfast this morning. he is leaving europe after a 4 month stay.. he tried and really enjoyed couch surfing.. told me i have to try it out.. perhaps.. although it was odd.. i had a chat with him last night for about like 2 hours. just sittting on our bunks.. its been a while for a conversation like that.. who would have thought it would happen here.. anywho.. your info on the guy.. spent 4 months in poznan.. the city i leave for tomorrow.. he gave me some random sites to check out.. although he isnt easy to understand.. he is from arkansas.. at least he doesnt smell like the people on the plane..

i also kept true to my UofL film club roots.. the only museum i checked out here in frankfurt was the German Film Museum.. they had an exibit all about H.R. Giger.. although i dont know how to properly pronounce the name.. could be a hard G, soft G, or silent.. and fuck there are two of them.. i tried to listen how the german lady who sold me the ticket said it.. but i couldnt tell when she mentioned the name..

she also scared the crap outta me.. she is the one who sold me the ticket.. i buy it all happy to check out HR Giger stuff.. then she runs from behind the counter yelling at me.. after i entered the exibit because she needs to see my ticket.. the ticket SHE just sold me!!!... anywho.. this is the dude who created the alien.. yes.. the alien.. the one from the 1979 film, he has messed up sexual artwork all over the walls.. as the inspiration for the design... i swear after seeing this.. alien is now a porno.. he loves falic objects.. the elongated head for the alien.. well first draft have that as a penis.. the extra jaws.. yep.. penis.. so we have a penis head.. that has a protruding penis from the jaws... i think this guy was sexually frustrated.. i would have loved to take pictures of this.. but yelling grandma didnt trust me so she followed me through the museum..

the best parts.. the original alien costume.. the original alien animatronic head used in the first film.. AND the 1980 academy award for best visual effects.. i stared for 5 minutes.. they are huge.. far bigger than i would have thought.. i wanted a picture of this.. but that crazy grandma was behind me.. NEIN!!!..

i ended up getting lost trying to find my way out of the pub district.. although they were mostly pizzerias..odd?.. i ended up in the ghetos of frankfurt.. they were clean ghetos and much like the rest of the city, abandoned... not one single person.. seriously that freaked me out moreso than a crowded street would have.. i was lost for 2 hours.. i serisously missed the grid system.. i walked in a circle for 45 minutes i swear.. but alas it took me 2 hours to refind my way.. i tried to tackle the maps.. although there was no "you are here" arrow.. or even the german equivilant.. although i always figured i was about an inch away from where i needed to be.. i found a lot of random things.. including a gargoyle pig spraypainted pink..

to finish my night... i was tired of not being able to speak english. once i was found myself.. i tried desperatly to find food and a conversation.. i had just spent the whole day in silence.. i just watched people speak german.. its frustrating.. i mean.. i would try to like listen in on conversations..figure out why people are laughing.. i like jokes.......but nope.. german.. i would understand one word..then i would be lost in the harsh dialect.. i found an irish pub where i might finally speak english.. but the bartender had no interest in a conversation.. it sucked.. he wouldnt even talk to the girls flirting with him.. he was more interested in the french open..yes he ditched girls for tennis.. i must admit the girls were not first class.. but either or.. i figured bartenders would reciprocate flirting no matter what.. instead i had three beers.. and surprisingly staggered back to my hostel.. i swear. it was the time change.... i hadnt been used to it yet.. lol..

so the first day.. well first complete day.. 10 plus hours walking around.. i dont miss home..