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Leipzig WGT XII - Part 1 - Thursday
Got up, got taxi, got to Birmingham and checked in. All very simple. The first leg of the flight to Munich, went very smoothly too, with breakfast (cheese roll, coffee, apfelsaft) served en route. The apfelsaft was to become a major feature of my weekend.
It seems that aircraft arriving at Munich taxi down the runway, then turn off and cross a bridge (over a busy major motorway) before parking. There's something faintly odd about a plane crossing a bridge. Must look even stranger from the cars.
The walk between flights was a bit long, with no real rest time, but that was fair enough. And since both planes were small, I could sit on the runway-to-terminal bus and watch them loading and unloading my hold baggage. Which banished one worry from my mind...
The second leg, well... it was a small plane. It had propellers. It was late. And we flew through a storm,which was... interesting. Raindrops are very loud at that speed. And the turbulence was enough to spill drinks and give me that "top of the rollercoaster" feeling. More apfelsaft and more sightings of luggage, though.
And this year I forgot... my hairbrush. Gah. Still, could've been worse.
Got there and wandered out of the front doors of the airport, wondering just how far Leipzig city centre was (and how expensive a taxi would be). Then immediately ran into Ian Mann, which solved that problem - he'd been there for a while and was meeting BrumFolk, including his little brother (who, it turns out, had been a couple of seets away on my plane). He also knew the best way to the city centre - train, at a very reasonable 3ish for a fairly long trip that would have been much more expensive by taxi.
Ian also recommended some bands to see (and some to avoid!), something that's always helpful.
His plans diverged when we got to Leipzig Hbf, but by then I'd discovered that two of the other goths in the mini-mob were staying in my hotel. So we wandered along as a group, taking the scenic route (translation: we disagreed about the quickest way there, then got the worst of both worlds). It was stupidly hot/humid, and we were all sweating buckets by the time we arrived. This was to become a theme for the weekend.
God bless air conditioning.
Met up with some of the mob in the hotel, then set off for the usual rendezvous with rest of mob (including Uncle N and Bunny P) in Morrisons. Had dinner there - leg of rabbit with red cabbage and dumplings. For 8.50! You just can't fault Morrisons food.
Then most of us headed on to the Sixtina, for the first absinthe of the festival. Not the usual tasting ceremony - just one reliably tolerable absinthe, a glass of it for each of us, to finish off the evening. At this point we discovered that the Sixtina now does 80+ absinthes. This particular concept gave me the Fear.
We also ran into a Canadian goth (who turned out to be in a band called Decoded Feedback...), seeking directions to the Agra..
Then back to the hotel, a quick decision that the midnight bar wasn't that tempting (I don't think we used it at all this year, actually. Last year the food there seemed much nicer), and sleep.
It seems that aircraft arriving at Munich taxi down the runway, then turn off and cross a bridge (over a busy major motorway) before parking. There's something faintly odd about a plane crossing a bridge. Must look even stranger from the cars.
The walk between flights was a bit long, with no real rest time, but that was fair enough. And since both planes were small, I could sit on the runway-to-terminal bus and watch them loading and unloading my hold baggage. Which banished one worry from my mind...
The second leg, well... it was a small plane. It had propellers. It was late. And we flew through a storm,which was... interesting. Raindrops are very loud at that speed. And the turbulence was enough to spill drinks and give me that "top of the rollercoaster" feeling. More apfelsaft and more sightings of luggage, though.
And this year I forgot... my hairbrush. Gah. Still, could've been worse.
Got there and wandered out of the front doors of the airport, wondering just how far Leipzig city centre was (and how expensive a taxi would be). Then immediately ran into Ian Mann, which solved that problem - he'd been there for a while and was meeting BrumFolk, including his little brother (who, it turns out, had been a couple of seets away on my plane). He also knew the best way to the city centre - train, at a very reasonable 3ish for a fairly long trip that would have been much more expensive by taxi.
Ian also recommended some bands to see (and some to avoid!), something that's always helpful.
His plans diverged when we got to Leipzig Hbf, but by then I'd discovered that two of the other goths in the mini-mob were staying in my hotel. So we wandered along as a group, taking the scenic route (translation: we disagreed about the quickest way there, then got the worst of both worlds). It was stupidly hot/humid, and we were all sweating buckets by the time we arrived. This was to become a theme for the weekend.
God bless air conditioning.
Met up with some of the mob in the hotel, then set off for the usual rendezvous with rest of mob (including Uncle N and Bunny P) in Morrisons. Had dinner there - leg of rabbit with red cabbage and dumplings. For 8.50! You just can't fault Morrisons food.
Then most of us headed on to the Sixtina, for the first absinthe of the festival. Not the usual tasting ceremony - just one reliably tolerable absinthe, a glass of it for each of us, to finish off the evening. At this point we discovered that the Sixtina now does 80+ absinthes. This particular concept gave me the Fear.
We also ran into a Canadian goth (who turned out to be in a band called Decoded Feedback...), seeking directions to the Agra..
Then back to the hotel, a quick decision that the midnight bar wasn't that tempting (I don't think we used it at all this year, actually. Last year the food there seemed much nicer), and sleep.