Day 6: Genau and Gelaters

 Travel day! Lisa needs braces. Travel day! Lisa needs braces. 

Today is a day for traveling, as I have yet to master the Instant Transmission technique that I've been practicing since mid-September back in '00. One day, I'll figure it out. One day. 

Before that, another breakfast au continental and checking out of our accommodations in Baden-Baden-Baden-Badenbadenbaden. Since we weren't able to check in to our next lodging until 6pm, we decided to spend some time doing a little bit of laundry. We found a Waschsalon (wash your own laundry) near the city center and posted up for an hour and a half to get things done. 

Afterwards, a bus ride to the Baden-Baden Bahnhof where we caught a train southwise to Rust. A town of contrasts. It's the home of Europa Park, which itself is home to a The Phantom of the Opera indoor coaster VR experience and thus is the whole reason for this trip. 

(Hang on. What's that sign say?)

(That's what I thought it said. Idiot Test.)

It took some doing, and alleged trespassing to use a construction site lavatory (because all the bathrooms from Baden-Baden, both on the train and at the stations, were out of order), we arrived in Rust proper. We walked for a while to make sure that our accommodation exists (much like an airport gate, you've gotta do that, to be safe) and then went out to scavenge for a small smackerel of food. Ryan and I decided on a 24/7 pizza vendomat (seen below), because we love nothing if not novelty. 

(It's a vending machine. For pizza. Pizzautomat?)

The pizza was a pizza, based on all measurable characteristics. Just enough to let us power through hanging out in a little park before we were able to check in. The proprietor, Oleg, was very spirited. He claimed to speak little English, but he was a very energetic and outgoing sort of guy. He walked us through our hotel-apartment, showing off the features and the dohickies and the whatsits. The dohickiest is the house ignition. 

(Gentlemen, start your houses!)

It worked similarly to the hotel keycard-based power enabling that we've seen before in other parts of Eurasia, except this one was an actual house key. Very odd. But nigh-on impossible to lose the key inside the house since, ya know, it's stuck in the wall. Here's a few more snaps of the hotel-model-holiday-inn. 

The place seems nice. Time will tell how comfy-cozy it is after a long day of walking around Europe's second largest theme park (1st and 3rd are both parts of Disneyland Paris, because of course they are). 

Dinner was to be found after a brisk walk through the quaint idyllic countryside vibes of Rust. We went to Hardy's (no relation to Hardee's *or* Carl's Jr *or* The Hardy Boyz), a German and American restaurant. We were all so hungry that not one of us took any pictures. Someone please revoke our Millennial Bullshit cards at your earliest convenience. 

After dinner, back to the accommodation where everyone was in bed and fast asleep before 10pm. Which is the law here. I am doing this for y'all at my own peril. It's very dangerous. Do people think I'm cool yet? 

That's all for me today. I hope everyone has a lovely afternoon. And remember, it's "die rechnung, bitte" not "sumimasen, rechnung onegaishimasu".