7 July 2010
Kekoa, Cynthia, and I woke up bright and early, wolfed down our leftover pork, and walked our bikes over to the Hauptbahnhof, where the pickup for the bus to the airport was. I didn't have a bike box anymore, but Piaw advised that shipping my bike naked (just rolling it onto the plane) would probably be fine (it was).
We got to the airport with plenty of time to spare, spent our last few Euros on chocolate and weisswurst, and had an uneventful flight back home to San Francisco.
The End.