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Published: November 27th 2007
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It was two a.m. when Sam and I met the tour bus at the Mannheim Planetarium. It would be a long six and a half hour bus trip as we desperately tried to sleep, squeezed into our seats behind a group of guys, one of whom was named Cowboy, as they loudly finished off their supply of rum and cola. Luckily they eventually passed out and we managed to get some sleep as well. Many of the times that I ...
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