Treatment Delayed.

Despite the increase in platelets, the klinik still wants to wait a few more days before starting cycle two of chemo. Dr Kopic has said that he believes that my marrow is in an 'important recovery stage' and he does not want to risk damaging it. I can understand that, if we wipe it out completely it could kill me.

So I'm going to stay a few more days here at the hotel and drink as much Goji as I can.
It will be interesting to see if the counts shoot up or not.

Oh well... looks like the roller-coaster ride continues..

Eighty Nine!!. Now the wait to confirm

I just got back from having a blood test. Platelet count 89. That's an excellant count for me and pretty much normal. I've done my best to convince Dr D that we should go ahead, he now has to convince Dr K, who is away on holiday. I'm expecting a phone call in a couple of hours to either confirm or delay. Fingers still crossed.. However.... 89!!!!! YAY!!!! (Oh, and the Goji has arrived too)

While you were sleeping..

It's a topsy, turvey, surreal world I'm living in. While you sleep, my day unfolds. I write about it and retire to bed just as you are starting your working day. When I wake and have breakfast, you are probably eating your evening meal. It's in those precious few hours that follow that I can connect with real people back home before they go to sleep and the cycle continues.

While you were sleeping last night I spent part of my day going for a long walk through farmland that surrounds Bad Heilbrunn. On one of the many bus trips I have made to Bad Tolz I spotted an old run-down barn in a paddock, and wanted to photograph it. I hiked out towards where I remember seeing it. I also took a few 'shortcuts' that I came across. One was a horse trekking path that lead to a small village. From there I made my way to the main road and followed the cycle path that runs beside the highway until I came across the paddock with the barn.

Here is one of the pictures I took of it.

The walk there took nearly and hour, so I figured the return hike would be about the same.

There was a walking track that lead away from the barn in the general direction of home, so I thought I'd be adventurous and take that path back. It lead me through huge open fields, past farmers shed and barns, paddocks of cows that were laying down, resting in the deep soft grass. I walked through a small wooded area, down into a ravine, across a wooden bridge and out onto a road.

At the end of that road, not 100meters from where I stood, was my hotel. The time taken to return was only thirty minutes. I just can't rave enough about the vast network of walking tracks that criss-cross the entire region. No wonder everyone here looks so fit and healthy! (except those smokers at the Fachklinik, they only just make it across the road to the park!)

As I'm writing this, my room is being constantly lit up by lightning and the roar of thunder has not stopped for the last hour. A brief summer storm has been rolling past. Today the temperature was 24C, overnight it will be 10C. Monday was 12C during the day and Saturday was 32C. The forecast for this weekend is 7C during the day and 1C overnight. Have you ever heard of a place with such wild swings in temperature? It's bizarre.

9pm: I've just had a phone call from Dr Drasynki. He said he has spoken to Dr Kopic and they are concerned about starting chemo tomorrow with a platelet count under 100. He thinks they might have to postpone until next week when the Neumega arrives. I've explained to him that my platelet count normally varies between 60 and 100, and that it's only been 120 a couple of times in the last three years. We could be waiting a very long time. I've suggested I come in tomorrow for a blood test. Here's hoping for something close to 80. I'll be comfortable with that and push for a start. Less than that and I don't think I'll take the risk, I'm sure they wouldn't either.

It does take a few days for the counts to drop after chemo, but it would be a gamble to assume the Neumega is coming, because lets face it.. it's probably not going to arrive. Neumega injections should be started within 24 hours after the completion of chemotherapy and continued until a platelet count of 50 is achieved post nadir. It's so typical.. even the Goji juice I ordered from France hasn't arrived yet. During last years ABVD chemo it kept my count over 50 for almost the entire time. I really don't want to have to extend my stay here any longer then the 29th, when I'm booked to fly home.

Shall update you all tomorrow... fingers crossed for a count above 80!

..Ron

Twenty Two!!

Did I mention that Dr Glonti took twenty two vials of blood out of me on Tuesday? I can't believe I forgot to mention that! Twenty two! That's got to be some sort of record, surely!
The man's obviously obsessed.. He tried to tell me it was so they can make a new batch of dendritic cell vaccine, but I have my doubt's... I think in his secret underground laboratory he's putting together a clone.. of this I'm sure. Heck with twenty two vials of my blood he could be putting together two entire cricket teams for all I know!. Hmm.. maybe I could umpire? ..would give me something to do between blogs. The loss of all that blood doesn't seem to have affected my mental faculties in any way that I can tell, so I should be up to the job. I'll ask him tomorrow.

Black holes and Icecream.

Well, I made it through the night just fine despite the doctor's concerns.
Other than a bit of a fever and a continous night sweat, I actualy felt pretty good. Certainly no need for a stay in hospital that's for sure.

I had a quiet, relaxing day. I popped down to Bad Tolz again, this time to purchase a Bluetooth USB adaptor for my laptop. It was quite a long walk across town to the computer shop, but well worth it for the exercise and the scenery. Once at the shop I asked the lady if she spoke English. "No" was the reply. Bugger! Oh well , I know for a fact that even in Germany a 'Bluetooth USB adaptor' is called just that. So I asked for one. She replied "no" and tried to give me directions to a mobile phone shop. I resisted and asked if it was OK to look around. The first shelf I came to was stacked with the very same item that I required. I took it to the counter, pointed to the label and read it out to her 'Bluetooth USB adaptor'. She again tried to argue with me in what I choose to call 'Germish'. That's 90% German and 10% English. ('Genglish' on the other hand, is anything that I can eventually understand). I ignored her and gave her the money. Very glad that I didn't take her word for it and have to walk all that way back across town empty handed.

Dinner provided me with a variation of the same scenario. I went to Il Tegaminos again, and while waiting for my pasta to arrive I couldn't help but smile at the irony of sitting in a large restaurant full of people chatting away in German, while the radio played a continuous stream of English pop songs. And there I was, probably the only person in the whole place that could understand them!

After watching a couple of young ladies devour their chocolate sundaes, I decided I'd order one for myself. The service was quite slow, and after sitting and observing almost every single person there, I eventually got bored and starting thinking about all the current hype over the safety of the Large Hadron Collider. ..and how some people think that it's going to create a black hole and the world will be devoured in the blink of an eye.
Now I don't know a lot about particle accelerators, God particles and the like. But I do have a fairly good grasp on common sense. Take the Y2K fiasco, people were saying that the world would grind to a halt, planes would fall from the skies and all our computer systems would crash.
I pointed out that computers had no concept of time other than what we entered into them. All anyone needed to do prior to the big day was boot up the computer, change the system date to just before midnight 31/12/99 and watch for system errors. They could then rectify them before the day arrived. I have a feeling every IT person on the planet knew this... but hey.. there was lots of money to be made.

It's the same with this Black Hole baloney. There's good money to be made by the media in scaring the hell out of everyone by telling them the world is going to end.. yet again.
OK, This is what my unqualified common sense told me as I sat waiting for my chocolate sundae to arrive.

Firstly particles collide in our atmosphere all the time (I read this somewhere) they don't create black holes and if they did they would decay very quickly and harmlessly. They are just too small to have any affect on anything. If you think about the sort of black holes that we see in the movies, these have enormous mass for their size, their gravitational pull is such that nothing can escape.. not even light. Hence the name 'Black Hole'. These are usually created when a star collapses.
OK lets shrink things down a little.. so lets just assume for a minute that the LHC produced a micro sized black hole. It would have less gravitational pull than a single grain of sand. How on earth is that going to be strong enough to suck the entire planet in on itself ! and even if it did somehow manage to do that, and the entire planet was pulled down to the size of a basketball it would still only have the gravitational pull of the original earth. Still not enough to pull a satellite out of orbit or the moon towards us. (yeah I'm ignoring centrifugal forces just for a minute! OK). So where's all that energy supposed to come from? It just doesn't stack up.

So there.. My theory, completely uneducated, on why we will not all die in the coming months from being devoured by a black hole. Sure beats talking about cornflakes! :)

..Night ..Ron

Sarah's last day, par for the course.

Sarah just left in a big yellow taxi. The fact that she was picked up at all was a minor miracle.
After the huge drama she had leaving NZ we kind of hoped that things would go a lot smoother on the return. I think Sarah was going to post something about her trip here, but didn't quite get around to it.

Here's a quick summary.. locked out of the flat on the morning of her flight, after forgetting her keys,
Wellington airport closed by fog and all flights delayed, finally managed to get a flight to Auckland and then just as the plane was about to leave she was asked to get off as they had allotted the same seat to two people with similar names. She was then put on a later flight that would arrive after her flight to San Francisco would have departed. Upon arrival at Auckland she found that the San Fran flight was delayed by two hours due to a computer fault. So she was still able to catch it in the end. She said she has never been so stressed in all her life.

Today was much like that.. We were told that I had to report to the Klinik today for my vaccine treatment and a shot of Neumega. I expected that it would take about an hour. Sarah and I had planned to spend the day together, have a nice lunch at the Cafe in the Park and then spend the afternoon relaxing back at the hotel. Well, that was all fine until Dr Glonti got wind of our plans and decided he wanted me to spend the afternoon with him and that infernal Pizza oven of his!

We had also planned to pick up our laundry this morning from the little shop on the main road where we had dropped it off last Friday. Unfortunately they had mixed the colours with the whites and had to do it all again. The lady behind the counter said it would not be ready until 5pm. Much to late for us. After much brow beating in Genglish we agreed that two o'clock was the latest we could let her have it, as Sarah still needed to pack as well. When we got the laundry back to our room we found half my underwear was missing. Either Dr G has been stalking me, or the woman has a fetish, either way I'm rationed down to just 3 pair. Not sure what the nurses would say if I went commando for a few days...

So there we are at the Klinik and it's 1pm. I told Dr Drasynski that I did not want to stay the night as I did not think I required 24 hour care just for a vaccine shot. Especially when that one night's cost was almost as much as my air-fairs. He put up quite a fight, even got Christine in to bolster his argument. But I stuck to my guns. I've had the vaccine shots before and all I got was a slight back ache. Certainly nothing to be hospitalised for! Heck up until I came here I was having crippling back-aches almost every night!. They made me sign a waver.. just so I don't sue them if I die in my bed tonight from a headache.

So Sarah got to watch me cook in the oven. I thought it would only take a couple of hours and that we would still have plenty of quality time together.. Sadly it was nearly four hours before we walked out the klinik doors into the warm evening sun. Being cooked at 39.2C all afternoon really gives you a chilled feeling for an hour or so until you get back to normal body temp. (36-ish)

From there we walked the short distance to the 'Cafe in the Park' and took a seat outside so I could warm myself like a lizard on a rock. Was such a great feeling. We placed our orders, checked the time and figured we had an hour and a half before the taxi arrived at the Hotel to pick her up. Forty five minutes later and our meals still hadn't arrived. Sarah started to get a little stressed. At fifty minutes they arrived and we thought.. OK we still have forty minutes to eat, walk back to the hotel, finish packing, a nice long hug and then into the taxi.

So far so good. We get back, she finishes packing, we hug and we walk down to the car-park to await the taxi that we had booked through Karina at the klinik. 6:15.. and no taxi. 6:25, still no taxi.
I went inside and asked Alexander if he could track it down for us. He had a ten minute heated phone call with the taxi company before it was sorted. Apparently a cab had been dispatched to another hotel and then left when no-one came out. Then Alexander had to give instructions on how to find his hotel. He was more angry than we were!. Five minutes later and a big yellow Mercedes station wagon roars up the drive. Sarah now had just one hour before check in. It would have been a fast drive! She's gone, hopefully the drama's have ended too. We shall see.

Lets go back to the Klinik.. I've finished my vaccine treatment and I asked when I'm going to have the Newcastle Disease virus? Dr Glonti seemed confused. He tells me it's not part of my treatment plan and that it isn't used for Hodgkin's. So I asked him why did they get me to sign a consent form and have Christine explain it all to me three weeks ago? He had no answer.
Christine stopped by while I was baking in the oven, and asked me to sign the waver form. So I asked her why I had been told I was having the NDV treatment, had it explained to me and then asked to sign a consent form if I wasn't actually having it? She had no explanation other than to say it was her fault and she had made an assumption. Oh well.. No bird flu... so let's just scrub everything I've written about it from our collective memories shall we? Will save me re-editing half a dozen blog pages!.

Then comes the Neumega injection.. well actually it didn't come, again. You may recall that every day for the last couple of weeks I have been promised it and it has never arrived.
Well apparently there is none in the country and because it is so expensive so one carries it as a stock item. It is now due to arrive next Friday, one week after I've started chemo cycle two.
That will really be an interesting ride folks! We are starting chemo with a platelet count of 66 as of yesterday.. I'll be racking up platelet transfusions at $1200 a pop like they are going out of fashion! ..and how much are those Neumega shots each?? when they are so expensive that no one carries them in stock!. Well It will certainly make for good reading next week. We are in for another roller-coaster ride. I'll certainly be holding onto my seat!

I'm sure it's not the klinik's fault, and we will be just fine.. but why does all this crap have to keep happening to me? I often regret not having started this blog way back in 2005, there are so many little things that I've forgotten about. Bad advice, wrong treatments, wrong diagnosis, Doctors too scared to look outside the square when confronted with a challenging case.. I really do hope that when I walk out those klinik doors in 3 weeks from now, I'll be turning my back on all this and it will all behind me like a bad dream.

Suddenly, Nothing happened.

OK. I would have to admit that had I not actually been there to witness it, I could be forgiven for thinking yesterday did not actually happen at all. I vaguely remember eating some cornflakes, perhaps watching some Internet TV.. but other than that I think the pair of us slept our way through a wet and cold Sunday with very little to show for it other than perhaps the stubble on my chin and the feeling of being a day older than I was on Saturday.
It certainly didn't warrant a posting, and I almost feel that it didn't deserve the paragraph I've written in order to explain it. But it's done now. You now know that suddenly, from out of no-where, nothing happened!

Today however is a different story. I'll skip the cornflakes to save time... Oh.. but wait, there were no cornflakes this morning so I need to share...
We arrived downstairs at the restaurant to find no one there and just a smattering of bread and cheese was laid out for the guests. No crunchy Muesli, no serving bowl of cornflakes, no milk, no juice. I returned to my seat and waited with my arms crossed and a pout a three year would be proud of. Sarah returned with her usual plate of cheeses, breads and cold meats and sat down. "I'm sure they will come soon" said Sarah, in a tone meant to re-assure. "I can't wait to return to the Klinik so I can get some decent food" I said sulkily. We both immediately burst into laughter at the irony of the statement. They say you can get used to anything given enough time. But why does it have to be me that proves that to be true!?

Our laughing attracted the attention of Alexander's mother in the kitchen and she came out to greet us at our table. She explained that she was looking after the breakfast this morning and that she had not put all the usual items out as there were not many guests on a Monday morning. After a little Genglish was exchanged, I managed to secure an even tinier bowl of cornflakes than was the usual fare, but cornflakes they were, and I was happy to have them. :)

Once back in our room we were startled by the sudden ringing of my cellphone. (Only the third time in four weeks) It was Christine from the Klinik, she spoke, then I replied.. then she repeated what she said, and then I repeated what I said, then she said it was Christine from the Klinik all over again. Separated by a distance of just 400 meters, our conversation was being bounced around the world via satellite and the delay was such that we were unable hold a conversation without one person cutting the other off. Comical to say the least.
Finally one of us stopped talking long enough for the other to be heard, and she asked that I drop into the Klinik today for another blood test.

We had planned to drop by the klinik today anyway as we needed to book a taxi to the airport tomorrow afternoon for Sarah. Would you believe that a cab to Munich Airport is 130Euro!! That's about 1/5th of the cost of flying home to New Zealand! No wonder the cabbies all drive Mercedes!! ;)
Upon arrival at the klinik we were greeted by Dr Drasynski, back from his three week holiday. This is a good thing because he speaks English a lot better than Dr K.
Nurse Natalie led us into the room where the tests are done. Sarah and I both took seats in the special blood test chairs. There is a pair of them and they are placed on a raised section of floor, maybe a foot higher than the rest of the room. Natalie once again found a vein, with some difficulty I might add, and extracted yet another vial of my blood. From there she placed it into the machine situated on a counter next to us.

This machine really is quite something special. I call it the Espresso machine, it makes all the same sounds as an espresso coffee machine and doesn't look all that different either. She places the vials in a holder and the machine does all the rest. It whirs, it gurgles, it hisses and belches and when it's done it spits out a printout. All this takes about a minute. In that time it has analysed my blood, counted a few million platelets, red cells, white cells and whatever else it chooses before giving it's verdict. What an amazing piece of machinery! The lucky lotto numbers for today are.. WBC 4.7 and platelets 66. Up over Friday's numbers but maybe not good enough for chemo. We need to see some significant gains in the platelets before Saturday if we are going to be on schedule. Maybe tomorrow I will get that Neumega..

I've been told I need to stay tomorrow night at the klinik just in case I develop a fever from the bird virus. I really don't want to stay. I shall do my best to get out of it. Personally I'd be a lot happier if I was miserable in a $90 a night room than a $2500 one. (Hey, if anyone can find happiness within misery, it would have to be me!)

While the Espresso machine was doing it's thing, Sarah and I sat in the blood test chairs nattering away to each other like school children on a field trip. Christine came into the room and engaged Natalie in conversation, distracting her attention away from us. We both sat there above them with our arms positioned on the rotating armrests, looking like we were ready for launch. I said to Sarah that we looked like a pair of "Joe 90's" and we had a wee chuckle at that as we went through the antics of pretending to operate our imaginary controls.. Christine who is English and would have known who we were talking about, looked up at us and smirked, shaking her head slightly. We giggled some more. You find your fun where you can, is what I say :)

We have not decided what we shall do for dinner tonight. We want to do something special since it's our last night together before Sarah flys out tomorrow evening. On Saturday we had dinner at an Italian restaurant, not far from here. The story of how we managed to find it probably warrants a blog all by itself.. Suffice to say that we had to do a grid search of all the surrounding streets before finally locating it at the end of an alleyway a stones throw from here. Once at the Italian restaurant, for some totally inexplicable reason, we both ordered Bavarian meals, schnitzel for me and stuffed turkey breast for Sarah. I tell you, my theory about them putting something in the food is starting to gain credibility. Maybe tonight we shall go there again and try to resist.. perhaps if we rush in and just blurt out "Rigatoni and Pizza please" as we get to the door, we shall have more success.

Day passes into evening: We went to 'Il Tegamino' for dinner. I had the Tegamino Pizza and Sarah had 'Sphagetti wit Skampi'. We are getting really good at reading menus now. Most ingredients you can easily work out what the english versions are. ie Spinat is spinach and rocola is rocket. However some are not so obvious. Ham for instance is called 'Schinken' which obviously sounds a lot like Chicken, however a chicken is actually called a 'huhn' which sounds a bit like ham, but when you think about it is actually closer to 'Hen'. I have yet to see any chicken on any menu, they just don't seem to eat it. Instead preferring Turkey. It was a nice evening out, followed up by a long soak in the bath.. I'd better finish up.. We have just enough time for a movie before hitting the hay.

What ever you do, Don't mention the war!

I didn't post anything yesterday, not a lot happened during the day and by the time we went out for the evening and returned I was too tired to write.

Yesterday after breakfast (I've been treated to a fresh bowl of cornflakes and the chocolate muesli has been replaced with crunchy nut muesli) we walked to the Klinik for my appointment to have a shot of Neumega to help increase my platelet count. However they did not have it there and after another blood test was taken they asked if I could return on Saturday for the shot. WBC was down again at 3.9 and platelets slightly down over last week at 56.

From there we caught the bus yet again to Bad Tolz and went shopping. Sarah had found two little paintings in an antique store earlier in the week, but when she indicated that she wanted to buy them the price seemed to be immediately inflated by the non-English speaking shop owner.

However Sarah decided that the price was still a bargain and so we returned yesterday and made the purchase. Meanwhile I hunted out another Icecream cafe and indulged myself.

The old part of Bad Tolz is absolutely jammed packed with cafes and icecream shops.. I would say at least fifteen purveyors of icecream alone. But I'm not counting, honest!

For dinner last night we had booked ourselves into the ZauberKabinett (Magic Box) show here at the Hotel. The owner, Alexander, runs a show every Friday and Saturday night. The format for the show and dinner is that everyone gathers in the main Restaurant until he is ready to see us to our tables in a separate, smaller dining area, that is decked out with all manner of magic props for that authentic "Harry Potter" feel.

There are three tables, each seats eight people. Our table contained four couples, none of whom knew each other. The other two tables were inhabited by family groups. You could tell because they were a lot louder than us. Alexander spoke to everyone at our table in German first, and then directly to us in English. He explained the way the show went, and how the Fondue worked.

Basically there was a pot of continuously heated broth in the middle of the table and you could choose your meats from the bowls on the table, skewer them and watch the show as they cooked.

There were copious bowls of salads and sauces that were endlessly delivered to our tables by a pair of waitresses. For some, this continuous grazing went on for the whole three hour duration of the evening. I stopped at about the halfway mark.

Now I have a theory about the Germans. I believe that the vast majority of them have a pretty good grasp of the English language. You can't tell me that after a lifetime of English pop and rock music, countless movies, and TV shows, that they haven't picked up more than the odd word. Add to that the fact that a lot of them would also have learned it at school and you have the basis for a very well kept secret. No one at our table spoke to Sarah or I for the first hour. They talked to each other, but acted as if we did not exist. This didn't bother us and we chatted away to ourselves quite happily.

There were two couples in their 30's and one in their late 50's. It was about the one hour mark when the older gentleman seated beside Sarah spoke out and said "you no speak German?" Sarah replied "no only English". He said "nur Nein und ja?" we agreed. Yes and No were about the only words we know besides "Danke". Nothing more was said to us for another hour.

Meanwhile, the magic show had been going on. Alexander and another magician had taken turns at telling stories entirely in German, and these stories basically padded out the magic tricks. Some involved cards, others a rope that seemed to be able to form a single length or be broken into two or three in the flick of the wrist and back again in the blink of an eye. There was another trick where people from the audience wrote or drew on a piece of paper and Alexander would by various means deduce who had written what. He got it 100% right, I'd say the paper was marked in some way.. but then again I'm a skeptic and always look for the logical explanation.

So two hours have now passed and Sarah is very impressed with the German standard measure of wine. It is 250ml, and a line is etched on all glassware to indicate the correct measure. In NZ it's 150ml. Basically, the wine glass is a bucket on a stick!

Sarah, who by now is on to her third bucket, pokes at the shredded carrot on her plate and says to me in a voice that I'm sure was loud enough for all at the table to hear. "You know the story behind carrots supposedly being good for your eyes don't you? The English started that rumour to mislead the Germans about radar" [during the war]. I shrunk about six inches into my seat. Sarah realised where this was heading and discontinued her story. Then the older gentleman next to her said to us " So where do you come from?".. sigh...

No harm done.. phew!. We explained how and why we came to Bavaria and he offered all sorts of suggestions for things for us to see and do. Later as the night progressed another of the couples who had previously not spoken a word to us, told us they were from Saxonia and asked us the English word for when the bread is dunked into the broth."Dip" was Sarah's reply. Then later again as we all returned to our table I asked if I could "squeeze past" the second couple, they knew exactly what I meant and stood aside. Yeah, they all understand English, I think some avoid it for fear of getting words wrong and embarrassing themselves, in the same way we do with German. Others like to eavesdrop on conversations... and then you have a few like the older gentleman who like to speak it when they can but need a few handles of beer before they pluck up the courage.

He told us he learnt it 40 years ago in school.

The magic show and dinner was fun, it had an atmosphere that made for a memorable evening. We were both glad we went.

As for today?... well today was exactly the same as yesterday.. only for dinner tonight we shall dine at an Italian restaurant not far from here.

I'll give you a very quick run through of our day... Went to the Klinik for the shot of Neumega, told it still hadn't arrived. Told to come back Tuesday. Got some medication for my mouth, basically a rinse and some Betadine. It's almost completely healed now anyway.

While waiting for the bus we crossed the road to the church for a look. I had been wanting to take a look around since the first day I arrived but a large sign on the gate read "mitnehmen hunden verboten" and it scared me off.. tail between my legs.. for what reason I had no idea..

Well that was until I typed it into google translate and it came back with "The bringing of dogs is forbidden" .. might explain something..

It's a beautiful church.. the inside is amazing... here are just a few of the pictures we took.

After that we caught the bus into Bad Tolz, we did some more shopping, bought a memory card for my phone and had lunch outside at a restaurant down by the river.

As we ate lunch the building beside us caught fire. The street was soon full of firemen, most of whom seemed to have no idea what they were doing. I can only assume they were volunteers. They had turned out in four fire engines, an ambulance and two support vehicles. Ten minutes into the fire (which was tiny and probably just a kitchen fire) they still hadn't blocked off the street and there were cars backed up all over the place. One group were quite young and they did everything in unison, as one person ran one way they would all follow as a group even though it appeared they had no idea what it was they were supposed to be doing. I guess the theory goes that if you just copy what the guy in front does, you can't go wrong. However where this theory fell short was when the lead person stopped abruptly and they all piled into the back of him, it really was quite funny to see. They really knew how to put on a show for the lunchtime diners. I took a few pictures because otherwise no one would believe me..

Maybe the day wasn't so boring after-all..