RANSVESTIA

York, and little old me flew back to Vienna, took a taxi to the Mercedes dealer and reclaimed my lovely little yellow car. I had hoped to get in another glider flight at one of the two fields near Vienna, but it was a low overcast day so no luck. I just took off, threading my way uncertainly through Vienna till I found the Autobahn, and headed north for Hamburg. That trip took me four days driving up the Danube and stopping over- night in little towns where one could find a “Zimmer und Fruestuck”– bed and breakfast, as the English say-arrangement in a home. Lots of people have extra rooms and take in overnight guests, and the price in- cludes a continental breakfast of coffee or chocolate, rolls, butter and jam. I met some interesting people this way and managed to make myself understood im Deutsch gut genug (in German good enough). I went through Regensburg, Nuremburg, Wurtzburg and stopped along the way as I felt like it. I couldn't drive more than 60 because the car was new, but those German drivers on the Autobahn-there is no speed limit-are really something else. Arrived Nov. 9th in Hamburg and got in touch with Gaby, who came down to meet me at the offices of the company who would ship the car home. We stayed at her house that night, and Wera from Bremen and her lady friend came to visit. We had a good time.

Next day took SAS to Copenhagen where I spent five days in one of my favorite cities. As before I was entertained by Erna, our FPE coordi- nator for North Europe, attended the annual meeting-banquet of the Danish FPE, visited with friends from previous trips and made new ones. I gave another talk to the psychiatric faculty at Riggs Hospital and had dinner with a couple of the doctors at their home. It was cold, windy and snowing in Copenhagen, and most of my clothes were selected for the Middle East region so I had to go out and buy a warm dress to hike around in. In Denmark now you can, with a letter from a doctor (and willingness on your own part), take it and your drivers license to the police and they issue a document with your femmepicture on it which is attached to your regular drivers license. This is, in effect, a femme license and they don't give FPs any trouble. There are a lot of things in Scandanavia a lot smarter than a lot of things over here.

On Thursday the 16th I flew to London in the evening. England was already in the beginning stages of an energy crisis, so all unnecessary light- ing was out. That meant that at night there was no glare from signboards or lighted buildings, etc. Only the street lights were visible, and there were the usual white kind, which looked silver, and the sodium vapor lamps, which were golden. I've never seen anything so beautiful from the air. It was as though one had taken numerous strings of gold and silver pearls

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