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Old Apr 13, 2013, 4:44 pm
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When's the next part coming?
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Old Apr 13, 2013, 5:58 pm
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Monday, most likely. Thanks very much for the kind comments so far, it's really encouraging!

Next week I'll get through the Nurburgring, FCT, Singapore Suites, and The Private Room.
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Old Apr 14, 2013, 8:47 pm
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Originally Posted by bthotugigem05
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The Seat
Lufthansa has about 304 different First Class variations, and I was privileged to experience theirummost vintage seat on our A330.
Hmmmm not really. LH only has 3 versions of its F hard product: (a) the old F seats, (b) the new A330/A340 F seat which is very similar to the A380 and B748 F seat (though spaced slightly different due to much skinnier nose section of the B748), and (c) the new F product exclusively on B744 aircraft where you have a seat and a bed right next to it.
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Nice trip report.
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Part Awesome: Nurburgring Nordschleife: http://andystravelblog.com/2013/04/1...-nordschleife/

Well hey there. Last time we spoke, you learned all about a fun and happy adventure I had on a really nice Lufthansa flight from Dallas to Frankfurt. The seat was nice, food was excellent, and service was very punctual and genuine. It set a very good benchmark for me, because the astute reader will remember I’m going to be comparing this to Suites Class on Singapore Airlines, First Class on Singapore Airlines, First Class on Cathay Pacific, and, the one you’re most excited about, Domestic First Class on American Airlines (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FNSZgbJsSxU).

The one critique I have of the Lufthansa flight is the scheduling. The flight leaves DFW at 4pm, which makes it hard to get more than 3-4 hours of sleep. Or, in my case, an hour and a half. The temperature of the cabin (which I forgot to mention in my last post) was set to Scald, which for this cold sleeper didn’t lead to a wonderful sleep experience. Now, you might think it’s hard to complain about a flight in international First Class, but I’m a Top Gun Complainer, so there.

Face-melting temperatures aside, I arrived in Frankfurt on a very cold and very snow flurryish Saturday morning. The re-routing of my trip through Frankfurt was for a few reasons, but the main reason was I wanted to drive the Nurburgring Nordschleife, which is about two hours from Frankfurt. If I can say this without sounding un-’Merican, I LOVE driving in Germany. It is a place for the driving purist to enjoy all that driving was meant to be. The driving laws make sense, and most people generally follow them, unlike ‘Merica, where people pretty much do whatever they want as long as a certain finger is extended and their horn is honking. Not in Germany though. Everyone drives fast, well, and all while listening to heavy metal (my imagination).

Now here’s some actual consumer advice for the Frankfurt Airport if you ever would like to rent a car: DO NOT FOR ANY REASON WHATSOEVER USE THRIFTY/DOLLAR RENT-A-CAR. When you search for pricing, they’ll always be the cheapest. But they require people to purchase insurance at about a EUR20/day rate. Have rental car coverage through a credit card? Great, that’s fine, as long as it’s Mastercard (for those of us living in the States) and you have a LETTER from them describing the coverage. Even when you bring all of this it is still a beating to get a car from them at the price to which you agreed. I’ve even brought the letter they requested, but since it was from Visa they would not honor it.

I went to Sixt this time and picked up a BMW 318d diesel sedan.

The conversation went like this:

“Hi, here to pick up my rental [hands over reservation documents]“
“Ok, your car is ready, could I see your card?”
“Sure, here [hands over card and driver's license]“
“Thank you. Would you like to purchase additional insurance?”
“No, I’m covered by American Express.”
“Good! Enjoy your trip!”

Now, compare this to my experience at Thrifty (it was 2009, so my memory of the exact events may have faded a bit):

“Hi, here to pick up my rental [hands over reservation documents]“
“Ok, your car is ready, here, meet Gunter [points at big guy wielding a bat]“
“Why do I need to OW, GUNTER, STOP BEATING ME, QUIT IT, OW! I HAVE A LETTER FROM VISA! WHY DID YOU BURN THE LETTER AND LAUGH AT THE ASHES?!”
[some time passes]
[Andy, bloodied and mostly lifeless, gives in and signs the insurance agreement for EUR20 more/day]

In summary, I couldn’t recommend Sixt more strongly. It was a pleasant experience, they were ready for me, and the car was in pristine condition.

I pulled out of the rental lot and was quickly on the A3 heading north out of Frankfurt. The weather was not very good, which made me very nervous, as I didn’t want to drive 2 hours to a place that was closed. There’s no moose at The Ring to tell me that it’s closed either (6 of you will get this joke) (haha, I know, pretty good right?). I decided to forge a path of manliness, and manliness doesn’t withhold itself for snow: ONWARD TO THE RING.

For those of you who aren’t familiar, the Nurburgring is an institution in the automotive community. Built over 16 months by brothers Jeff and Frank Nurbur…ok that’s not true. Without getting too much into the history of the Ring, the Nordschleife is a bucket list item for any auto enthusiast. Anyone with a street legal car can race on the Nordschleife (which is German for North Schleife). It’s technically a one-way toll road, so German road law still applies (no passing on the right, no throwing live camels at other cars, etc.). As I pulled into the tiny town of Nurburg (not Nurnberg or Nuremberg), I made my way to the entryway for the track (the red dot below).

Now, the actual course: 12.93 miles, 154 turns. Accidents can be frequent and the track can get crowded. Especially if you don’t know the track.

Uh Oh Number 1: Inexperience

Now, I’ve been fortunate enough to drive about 8 laps on the Ring, 4 in 2009 and 4 in 2010. 8 laps is awesome, but they say to truly learn the track you need about 50 laps.

Uh Oh Number 2: Slick Roads

The weather was marginal when I arrived. Sleet was falling and the skies were cloudy, the temperature was holding steady just above freezing. One hundred. Fifty. Four. Turns.

Uh Oh Number 3: Wrong Car

Now, the previous two times I’ve driven this track I was in front wheel drive vehicles (in 2010 I actually rented a race-prepped Suzuki Swift from a local outfit), which are great for the inexperienced Ringer, especially if conditions are sketchy. This time, I arrived in a rear-wheel drive BMW with a diesel engine (which was VERY torquey) and pretty narrow tires for a BMW (they may have been low rolling resistance tires, I’m sure someone will chime in and let me know if those were even an option).

I considered the above points very fervently, after which I courageously…went to the bathroom. Once I was done with my business, I perused some of the cars in the parking lot.

But then I thought “hey, what’s the worst that could happen?” and before I could answer myself “you could go full speed into a corner, lose control, crash the BMW, and die horribly, or, even worse, Call Me Maybe could come on the radio during your lap” I insisted it was a rhetorical question, got in my car, and approached the entrance to the track, held my Ringcard (which contained my lap credits) up to a scanner, the tollgate lifted, and it was GO TIME.

The lap got off to a very good start. I was a bit apprehensive at first, but found a pace I was comfortable with, held my lines pretty well, and was actually enjoying myself (read: getting overconfident). All of the corners at the Nordschleife have German names that I’ve mostly forgotten, but I’ll never forget TerrifyingScaryNurburgringKorner. Coming up over a crest at about 100km/hr, I turned hard right. The BMW sportily started to turn to the right, but, almost as if it was in slow motion, the back end started to skid out from me. As an experienced racer, and experienced driver in general, I know that the first thing you need to do in a skid is to steer into the skid and absolutely do not touch the brake. Instead of using that advice, first I did the following: https://www.youtube.com/watch?featur...&v=m3gok0k3mcw

Fortunately, I did the other stuff as well, recovered from the skid and continued my lap, thankful that my pants remained unsoiled since I had used the restroom earlier.

I finished up my lap with my heart rate holding about a steady 300. To calm myself down, I went and got a stupid and wretched-tasting burger from the overpriced diner at the Ring entrance. I was so busy regretting that decision that I wasn’t even nervous as I got out onto the track for my second (and final) lap of the day. As a matter of full disclosure, I will confess that I did something unsafe on this lap: I decided to take pictures while I was driving. The ONLY REASON I did this is because there were almost no other cars on the track that day and I was driving very slowly. Still, what I did was against the rules, and many of you will call me stupid in the comments. You’ll be right.

I was happy that I completed safe laps at the Nordschleife, and, seeing that the sleet was turning into snow, counted the trip as a win and set out on the relatively short trip back to Frankfurt. The turn-in process at Sixt was almost easier than picking it up, and it was back to First Class traveling.

[A side note: The Nurburgring is in danger right now. The victim of a poorly-planned public-private partnership and profiteering, the Ring complex is currently in bankruptcy and is for sale. To find out what you can do to help, please visit www.savethering.org and spread the word. It's a real shame what happened, and as racing enthusiasts we all need to pitch in to protect a tradition that has been in place since 1927.]

I’ll see everyone in my next post, covering Lufthansa’s First Class Terminal.

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I've always wanted to drive the ring, I'll be there next month but alas I won't be driving over there, I'll do what I need to do on the Autobahn(s)
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Old Apr 16, 2013, 6:59 pm
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Part E: Lufthansa's First Class Terminal (pictures at http://andystravelblog.com/2013/04/1...lass-terminal/)

When it comes to First Class, the airlines are in a bit of an arms race, and we all benefit. While many airlines want to cut service and reduce cost, they all carve out a little in the budget to take care of their Very Premium Customers. These are the ones that pay thousands of dollars/euro/pounds/wampum for First Class seats and service. Then there are people like me, who use points to do all of it for free. But I digress.

If you go to Lufthansa’s website, or look at the back of your First Class ticket, you’ll read about the myriad benefits available to First Class customers on zie airline. They have a Business Class Lounge at Frankfurt Airport in addition to a First Class Senator Lounge. These are well-stocked, uniquely designed, and may or may not be reviewed here in a few days. But there’s another service available to First Class customers flying Lufthansa. Hidden off to the [whatever cardinal direction it is] is an experience unlike any other: Lufthansa’s First Class Terminal.

First things first: how do you get to it? Well, most of Lufthansa’s literature will say you have to be departing Frankfurt in Lufthansa First Class. This posed a problem for me, as my flight from Dallas to Frankfurt was indeed in First Class, but my onward flight to Oslo (after my jaunt to the Nurburgring) was in Business. So what did I do? Cued the music and got on the internet. According to numerous posts at flyertalk.com, my favorite frequent flying forum, if you were arriving at Frankfurt on First Class and had an onward flight where Business was the highest class offered, you could gain admittance to the coveted terminal. When in doubt, always trust the internet, I’ve always said, so I decided to give it a shot.

How do you get to the First Class Terminal? There’s the glamorous way and then there’s the way I did it. The glamorous way would be your chauffer dropping you off in their very nice and well-appointed driveway. I didn’t have a chauffer, and I left my glamor back in Dallas. So, I did it the old-fashioned way: walking. And what a walk it was! From the Arrivals level, walk outside, turn left, and start hoofing it. At about minute 3 of your walk, you’ll think you’re definitely in the wrong place. You’ll see Lufthansa’s offices on your left and amidst all your doubts keep going until, finally, you get your first views of: a really big taxi lot. ”But have faith!” I said to myself and a random passerby enjoying a cigarette. All of a sudden I saw a building come out of the midst. There wasn’t quite a chorus of angels, but the smoker from two sentences ago started coughing pretty aggressively, so take what you can get I guess. There it was, the First Class Terminal.

I’ve seen nearly every travel blogger post the following picture, and had to pay homage to their efforts by posting my version of it.

After deftly maneuvering around the traffic gate, I walked into the lower level and took an elevator up to meet my personal assistant for my stay.

I was greeted by a lovely attendant who took carefully inspected my boarding passes to ensure I had access to the terminal (probably wise since I looked mostly homeless at the time) and very happily welcomed me to the First Class Terminal. I was whisked away from my luggage to a private security screening (and when I say private, I mean it was two security agents and me). Unlike the TSA back in the States, I was treated with dignity and securedly entered the coveted Terminal. Could it be as good as I had read? Were the pictures part of an elaborate photoshop hoax?

Put simply: it was everything and more. Well, aside from one small quip from my personal attendant: “Mr. bthotugigem05, we kindly ask that you not take pictures inside, to respect the privacy of our beloved guests.” Not just guests, but beloved guests. What kind of senseless, selfish idiot would disobey such a kind and guarded request? This idiot.

Now, idiocy confessed, my attendant watched me like a hawk to ensure I wasn’t taking any pictures. I had to sneak some with my iPhone, so if they’re out of focus…it’s her fault. I was actually proud of myself, I’d leave a slight mess at a table (for the First Class Terminal a “slight mess” is a cashew shard left on a table) as a diversion and sneak a picture when no one was looking.

So, where to start? I had allowed myself more than enough time to experience everything (about 5 hours, probably an hour too long honestly). My stomach decided that a snack would be first, and it just so happened that on pretty much every table in the lounge area they had little snack stations with nuts and dried fruits.

Also, a whiskey menu. With 87 whiskeys. I asked if they could mix them all together in a big pitcher for me and they gave me one of those “that’s why we don’t allow the homeless in here” looks. Having enjoyed a snack, I sauntered (one doesn’t merely walk in the First Class Terminal, it has to be classier than that, a saunter was called for) over to the attendant guarding one of the Travel Blogger Checklist items: the cabana with the bathtub, featuring A Rubber Ducky. I was informed by the attendant that it would be about a 20 minute wait, perhaps I would like to enjoy a few drinks while I waited? WELL, the attendant had me at “enjoy a few drinks while I waited”. After said drinks, and another to wash them down with, my cabana was waiting for me.

I took many pictures of the cabana, which strangely disappeared. I managed to salvage the most important picture of all though. If Lufthansa cared enough to leave me a rubber ducky, I sure as heck would draw a bath and play with it.

Bath over, I took a nice relaxing shower, resolving that in my life I would absolutely get one of those waterfall showerheads. Afterwards, I put on the robe, because why the heck wouldn’t I, and freshened up. The end result of my freshening: a less smelly homeless-looking guy.

I sauntered back through the lounge area to what I thought were massage chairs, and they could have actually been the best massage chairs in the world, but I couldn’t for the life of me figure out how the heck to get them to work, so I just sat in one, pressed a few buttons, and acted like it was massaging me so no one would think I was an idiot.

I relaxed for a bit, may have dozed off, and awoke even more freshened. Keep in mind this whole time there are people unobtrusively checking on you every so often, truly professional service.

I hadn’t sauntered anywhere in a while, so I decided to try out the incredible dining in the Dining Room. It was across from the Cigar Lounge, which had a (I’m sure) nice selection of cigars, although I’m not much of a cigar smoker so I didn’t venture in.

It was dining time.

My first item was a glass of whiskey, followed by the obvious chaser, Tom Ka Gai, which is a Thai soup made by a guy named Tom. It was excellent. My Thai craving satisfied, on with the meat!

The beef was excellent, I’d say the best cut of meat I had on my trip, and the salad was marginal, in the way all salads are when you could instead be eating More Beef.

For dessert I had the Wow You Ate That Obnoxiously Fast, which is what the waiter said (my paraphrase). After dinner, I relaxed for a little while longer, and decided to look out the window by the “massage chairs” and was greeted by a sight I’d been looking forward to ever since reading about it on the internet.

Just a normal parking lot, right? WRONG, HA (sorry, healthy pour in my wine glass tonight). The First Class Terminal is a good 15 minutes walk away from the regular terminal, and I had already cleared security, so it wasn’t like I could just walk back (since I’d no longer be able to saunter). The building is pretty far from some of the airplane gates, so what is a passenger to do? Well, when my flight was called, I bid a fond farewell to the First Class Terminal and told it I’d see it soon (“The homeless guy is now talking to an airline terminal,” the No Picture Lady thought). I was escorted downstairs for a cursory passport and boarding pass check, after which I was introduced to my driver and his S-Class Mercedes. You don’t walk to your flights, you’re driven to them. I hopped in the sedan and we began a (thankfully) very long ride out to my Lufthansa A319 that would be taking me to Oslo. It was an incredible experience to be driven all the way to the steps to the plane!

I was first to board the plane and settled into intra-European Business Class, which is a laugh. It’s simply a seat at the front of the plane, it’s no different than the economy seats, aside from there’s no one sitting next to you. The excitement of the day wore on me and I managed to sleep through general boarding, a delay, takeoff, the flight, and landing. I awoke, confused and probably slightly drunk, and walked into Oslo’s lovely and modern Gardermoen Airport.

Up next: Oslo’s creepy statue park and celebrating the End of the World.
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As someone who passes through that terminal somewhat often, I will never look at my PA or the services offered the same way again. Thank you!


Originally Posted by bthotugigem05
Part E: Lufthansa's First Class Terminal (pictures at http://andystravelblog.com/2013/04/1...lass-terminal/)

When it comes to First Class, the airlines are in a bit of an arms race, and we all benefit. While many airlines want to cut service and reduce cost, they all carve out a little in the budget to take care of their Very Premium Customers. These are the ones that pay thousands of dollars/euro/pounds/wampum for First Class seats and service. Then there are people like me, who use points to do all of it for free. But I digress.

If you go to Lufthansa’s website, or look at the back of your First Class ticket, you’ll read about the myriad benefits available to First Class customers on zie airline. They have a Business Class Lounge at Frankfurt Airport in addition to a First Class Senator Lounge. These are well-stocked, uniquely designed, and may or may not be reviewed here in a few days. But there’s another service available to First Class customers flying Lufthansa. Hidden off to the [whatever cardinal direction it is] is an experience unlike any other: Lufthansa’s First Class Terminal.

First things first: how do you get to it? Well, most of Lufthansa’s literature will say you have to be departing Frankfurt in Lufthansa First Class. This posed a problem for me, as my flight from Dallas to Frankfurt was indeed in First Class, but my onward flight to Oslo (after my jaunt to the Nurburgring) was in Business. So what did I do? Cued the music and got on the internet. According to numerous posts at flyertalk.com, my favorite frequent flying forum, if you were arriving at Frankfurt on First Class and had an onward flight where Business was the highest class offered, you could gain admittance to the coveted terminal. When in doubt, always trust the internet, I’ve always said, so I decided to give it a shot.

How do you get to the First Class Terminal? There’s the glamorous way and then there’s the way I did it. The glamorous way would be your chauffer dropping you off in their very nice and well-appointed driveway. I didn’t have a chauffer, and I left my glamor back in Dallas. So, I did it the old-fashioned way: walking. And what a walk it was! From the Arrivals level, walk outside, turn left, and start hoofing it. At about minute 3 of your walk, you’ll think you’re definitely in the wrong place. You’ll see Lufthansa’s offices on your left and amidst all your doubts keep going until, finally, you get your first views of: a really big taxi lot. ”But have faith!” I said to myself and a random passerby enjoying a cigarette. All of a sudden I saw a building come out of the midst. There wasn’t quite a chorus of angels, but the smoker from two sentences ago started coughing pretty aggressively, so take what you can get I guess. There it was, the First Class Terminal.

I’ve seen nearly every travel blogger post the following picture, and had to pay homage to their efforts by posting my version of it.

After deftly maneuvering around the traffic gate, I walked into the lower level and took an elevator up to meet my personal assistant for my stay.

I was greeted by a lovely attendant who took carefully inspected my boarding passes to ensure I had access to the terminal (probably wise since I looked mostly homeless at the time) and very happily welcomed me to the First Class Terminal. I was whisked away from my luggage to a private security screening (and when I say private, I mean it was two security agents and me). Unlike the TSA back in the States, I was treated with dignity and securedly entered the coveted Terminal. Could it be as good as I had read? Were the pictures part of an elaborate photoshop hoax?

Put simply: it was everything and more. Well, aside from one small quip from my personal attendant: “Mr. bthotugigem05, we kindly ask that you not take pictures inside, to respect the privacy of our beloved guests.” Not just guests, but beloved guests. What kind of senseless, selfish idiot would disobey such a kind and guarded request? This idiot.

Now, idiocy confessed, my attendant watched me like a hawk to ensure I wasn’t taking any pictures. I had to sneak some with my iPhone, so if they’re out of focus…it’s her fault. I was actually proud of myself, I’d leave a slight mess at a table (for the First Class Terminal a “slight mess” is a cashew shard left on a table) as a diversion and sneak a picture when no one was looking.

So, where to start? I had allowed myself more than enough time to experience everything (about 5 hours, probably an hour too long honestly). My stomach decided that a snack would be first, and it just so happened that on pretty much every table in the lounge area they had little snack stations with nuts and dried fruits.

Also, a whiskey menu. With 87 whiskeys. I asked if they could mix them all together in a big pitcher for me and they gave me one of those “that’s why we don’t allow the homeless in here” looks. Having enjoyed a snack, I sauntered (one doesn’t merely walk in the First Class Terminal, it has to be classier than that, a saunter was called for) over to the attendant guarding one of the Travel Blogger Checklist items: the cabana with the bathtub, featuring A Rubber Ducky. I was informed by the attendant that it would be about a 20 minute wait, perhaps I would like to enjoy a few drinks while I waited? WELL, the attendant had me at “enjoy a few drinks while I waited”. After said drinks, and another to wash them down with, my cabana was waiting for me.

I took many pictures of the cabana, which strangely disappeared. I managed to salvage the most important picture of all though. If Lufthansa cared enough to leave me a rubber ducky, I sure as heck would draw a bath and play with it.

Bath over, I took a nice relaxing shower, resolving that in my life I would absolutely get one of those waterfall showerheads. Afterwards, I put on the robe, because why the heck wouldn’t I, and freshened up. The end result of my freshening: a less smelly homeless-looking guy.

I sauntered back through the lounge area to what I thought were massage chairs, and they could have actually been the best massage chairs in the world, but I couldn’t for the life of me figure out how the heck to get them to work, so I just sat in one, pressed a few buttons, and acted like it was massaging me so no one would think I was an idiot.

I relaxed for a bit, may have dozed off, and awoke even more freshened. Keep in mind this whole time there are people unobtrusively checking on you every so often, truly professional service.

I hadn’t sauntered anywhere in a while, so I decided to try out the incredible dining in the Dining Room. It was across from the Cigar Lounge, which had a (I’m sure) nice selection of cigars, although I’m not much of a cigar smoker so I didn’t venture in.

It was dining time.

My first item was a glass of whiskey, followed by the obvious chaser, Tom Ka Gai, which is a Thai soup made by a guy named Tom. It was excellent. My Thai craving satisfied, on with the meat!

The beef was excellent, I’d say the best cut of meat I had on my trip, and the salad was marginal, in the way all salads are when you could instead be eating More Beef.

For dessert I had the Wow You Ate That Obnoxiously Fast, which is what the waiter said (my paraphrase). After dinner, I relaxed for a little while longer, and decided to look out the window by the “massage chairs” and was greeted by a sight I’d been looking forward to ever since reading about it on the internet.

Just a normal parking lot, right? WRONG, HA (sorry, healthy pour in my wine glass tonight). The First Class Terminal is a good 15 minutes walk away from the regular terminal, and I had already cleared security, so it wasn’t like I could just walk back (since I’d no longer be able to saunter). The building is pretty far from some of the airplane gates, so what is a passenger to do? Well, when my flight was called, I bid a fond farewell to the First Class Terminal and told it I’d see it soon (“The homeless guy is now talking to an airline terminal,” the No Picture Lady thought). I was escorted downstairs for a cursory passport and boarding pass check, after which I was introduced to my driver and his S-Class Mercedes. You don’t walk to your flights, you’re driven to them. I hopped in the sedan and we began a (thankfully) very long ride out to my Lufthansa A319 that would be taking me to Oslo. It was an incredible experience to be driven all the way to the steps to the plane!

I was first to board the plane and settled into intra-European Business Class, which is a laugh. It’s simply a seat at the front of the plane, it’s no different than the economy seats, aside from there’s no one sitting next to you. The excitement of the day wore on me and I managed to sleep through general boarding, a delay, takeoff, the flight, and landing. I awoke, confused and probably slightly drunk, and walked into Oslo’s lovely and modern Gardermoen Airport.

Up next: Oslo’s creepy statue park and celebrating the End of the World.
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Old Apr 17, 2013, 2:53 am
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Loved it. Great stuff
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You took a rentalcar to the Nurburgring.......That must be some insurance on your AmEx.....?
Great TR so far....fun reading :-)
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I was thinking the same thing about the rental car...
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Old Apr 18, 2013, 2:26 pm
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One of the most engaging trip reports I have ever read. Very witty!
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Very enjoyable report so far - looking forward to Vigelandsparken (surely Oslo can't have two creepy statue parks). This year marks 30 for me as well, but I doubt I'll be able to celebrate in similar style.
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