So, Jen and I had a couple of odd encounters in Fussen. The first is when we hiked back into the village and asked this middle aged man for directions... he turned out to be a racist. He purposefully turned his back to Jen and wouldn't talk to or look at her. I found this amusing....oh, if only he knew my ethnicity.
The second was this strange couple we met in our hostel. We both thought they had an accent while speaking English and thought it was their second language. I later bumped into them at the grocery store. After a bit of chatting:
Me: So, where are you from?
Them: Canada.
Me: Me too, where abouts?
Them: Saskatchewan.
Me: Me too, what city?
Them: Moose Jaw.
Me: Saskatoon.
Them: Yea, went to school in Saskatoon.
I was kinda excited to meet people from Saskatchewan in a small town in the German Alps. Random find.....they were not amused, and tres cold and disgusted. At this point I round house kicked the girl in the face and karate chopped the guy. Not really, I quietly paid for my groceries and walked back to the hostel.
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