Daily Archives: September 8, 2007

A day to reflect.

Well, today I got up and went out…and actually had a cancelled tour.  I’d have to look, but I believe it’s been a few months since I’ve had a cancelled tour due to no tourists.

SO, I had the day off.  Recent tours have been going fairly well, but for some reason I’m just feeling very jaded at the moment with tours in general…I just hope it’s not showing in my tours.  Tips have been pretty decent, hmm.

I got new business cards!  I doubt they’ll give me more business, but it can’t hurt to try.  Maybe when I’m feeling really motivated and have something else I want to scan, I’ll scan one and stick the image in the “about” area, why not.

On the subject of “a day to reflect”, I get it a lot where people ask me what the weirdest or most disturbing things I’ve seen on a tour are…and that’s a hard question to answer.  Part of it is my high tolerance to things that would normally disturb people…but also, part of it is that there’s been SO many disturbing, bizarre, strange, random, and wrong things that have happened.

A couple that I quite often mention just because A:  it’s true, and B: it serves its purpose to get some people who COULD NOT walk up to the bridge at Neuschwanstein to take the bus.  These are:  the 18 year old chubby-arse girl who collapsed on me about 1/3 of the way up (it was maybe 80F and well, I doubt she had left the couch in years)….and of course the Japanese man who looked like he was in pretty decent shape, but after walking 1/2 way up to the bridge, began puking….he continued for about 1.5 hours.  At one point I was talking to the group in front of a large map of Neuschwanstein and he was puking on the sign…I wish I had a camera, that really was a kodak moment.

I’ve got many more of these and should probably write more down, let me know if you like or dislike this idea. 

FYI:  the chubby girl’s sister said it happens “all the time”, and she came to in about 5 min.  She never made it to the bridge, but was able to see the castle and safely back to Munich, even fairly cheerful.

The Japanese man didn’t make it to the bridge…and was too busy puking to go into the castle.  I try to help people, sometimes they refuse….but what can you do?