Lederhosen... I found myself running to make the connecting flight at Heathrow (after a bus ride between terminals and standing in a very long line to be patted down by airport security. I'm not sure where I could've picked up weapons between Vienna's security, the plane, and the other terminal, but it's not as if I was going to argue) alongside a young man in lederhosen (he had the wooly knee socks and everything-- no silly hat or pointy shoes, though). I'd managed to go the entire study-abroad program in Germany and Austria without seeing such an outfit (unsurprising, really-- I was too far north in Germany, didn't go to kitschy tourist Oktoberfest, and Vienna is too sophisticated for these things). I'm not sure why one would choose this as one's traveling outfit for a long flight to Chicago (itchy socks and leather pants! What could be better?), but at least it was amusing. Unlike my seatmate on the Vienna to London flight-- I seem to have this invisible sign over my head that says Please Tell Me Your Life Story, Including Very Personal Information. Yeesh.
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Date: 2006-08-13 04:26 pm (UTC)Lederhosen... I found myself running to make the connecting flight at Heathrow (after a bus ride between terminals and standing in a very long line to be patted down by airport security. I'm not sure where I could've picked up weapons between Vienna's security, the plane, and the other terminal, but it's not as if I was going to argue) alongside a young man in lederhosen (he had the wooly knee socks and everything-- no silly hat or pointy shoes, though). I'd managed to go the entire study-abroad program in Germany and Austria without seeing such an outfit (unsurprising, really-- I was too far north in Germany, didn't go to kitschy tourist Oktoberfest, and Vienna is too sophisticated for these things). I'm not sure why one would choose this as one's traveling outfit for a long flight to Chicago (itchy socks and leather pants! What could be better?), but at least it was amusing. Unlike my seatmate on the Vienna to London flight-- I seem to have this invisible sign over my head that says Please Tell Me Your Life Story, Including Very Personal Information. Yeesh.