Day 1 - 22nd August
22.08.2011 34 °C
Arrival. Seamless exit through immigration however the bag carousel must have been imported. Certainly didn’t cry of German efficiency. On the outer it was 7am, 30 something degrees and sunny. We’re in for a hot day.
Hotel. A walk from the station, clean and well presented. Perfect for overnight recovery before recommencing our journey.
Bankfurt. A nickname that the Frankfurters are trying so desperately to overcome. The city has more to offer than it’s German cousins give it credit for. It’s certainly not Munich but nice enough for a brief visit.
No Doze. With such an early arrival, we had to quickly occupy ourselves to deny the sleep demons. Otherwise, it could take days before our body clocks adjust. Is it wrong to crave schnitzel and beer at 8am? Quick shower and out we went to find out...
Only in Germany. After a bum steer from a local and walking endlessly for an hour, we finally found the area we were looking for, Fressgrasse. Lovely place made up mainly of eateries and delicatessens. Asking for beer and schnitzel at any time of day appeared not unusual. The culinary display suggests Germany does not have that heart foundation tick of approval.
Shopping. I bought two pairs of sneakers in about 3 minutes. Almost as good as Vicki’s effort of 4 in 15 minutes back in Paris 2009. That extra luggage allowance will not go to waste. Vic hasn’t even warmed up.
Dude, Where’s my car? The AUDI back at home is pretty special to me. Over here Mercs are taxis and every car on the road is what we would call a ‘prestigious or luxury import’. A struggle to admit that my car just blends in with traffic...
Casting. When we got back to the hotel there was a group of 10 or so models in the bar. Apparently, auditioning for the cover girl of a Frankfurt festival of sorts. I wasn't allowed a beer...