On slight criminal actions abroad.

Don't worry, I'm not beating old ladies for their bags or smuggling cheese (don't ask). I am, however, aware that crossing the road without the green ampelmännchen is a no-no here. Yet I have done it on a number of occasions now (and each time I experience the pathetic thrill of a law abiding person breaking an insignificant law. My life is sad sometimes.)

Also, public transport is enough to make me wish for wings or rocket powered boots. Tonight, for instance, I had the unworthy desire to go home. Was this the correct stop? Check. The correct direction? Check (easily confused when we drive on the opposite side of the road in England.) Oh look, this is the correct change! Ah. A broken ticket machine. Ah. But there is one on the other side of the Platz, I'll go there. Oh. This is broken too?! 

Scheiße.

Then, by some miracle, two American ladies turn up and fix the machine (must be the American touch) so I started throwing in the coins, eager to get my ticket as the tram would arrive in two minutes. Oh. It doesn't accept 5c pieces?!

Scheiße

Luckily, a kind gentleman gave me 30c in 10c pieces. But the tram had arrived and I couldn't faff with the machine otherwise I would face another 30 minute wait. So I did what any desperate student would do, and hopped on without paying. (I never do this.)

I spent the entire journey on the edge of my seat. Every time there was movement in my peripheral vision, I jumped, thinking it was the ticket inspector. My fingers went numb and my stomach churned. (Of course, this is hyperbolic, but - to my shame - not by much...) This journey had never taken so. damn. long. I felt like everyone was staring at me in disgust: 'look at that girl, using the tram without paying! How disgraceful.' When we reached my stop I practically threw myself off and kissed the ground, a la the Pope. (Of course, I didn't kiss the ground. But you get the picture.) 

Now I'm sat in my lovely home, trembling slightly from all the excitement. I got away with a free tram journey?! Goodness. (I am the kind of person who always gets caught out!) Of course, the trembling could be to do with being cold, but I haven't worked out the heating yet...

Oh, my alcohol milkshake has gone to my head! Bed time!