Ein Frankfurt, mit beir und jetlag

OK, I promise no more butchered German in the rest of this.

Made it to Frankfurt, folded up in Air Transat’s tiny seats. Narrowest seats & shortest pitch I’ve ever had in an airliner. Not fun. Breakfast consisted of something that might have been eggs in a previous life, and a small greasy sausage made of… something. Best not to speculate.

Wandered around Frankfurt’s old town this morning, probably visit one more museum this afternoon, then beer & dinner and an early night – the jetlag is still lurking. Tomorrow we’re off to a small town about an hour outside Frankfurt, to stay with a friend of the family for a couple of days before we drag ourselves back onto an airplane for the long (11-12hr) haul down to South Africa

No Flickr photo update to report – the hostel’s wireless isn’t fast enough to allow photo uploads.

By Brian Burger

Started this site way, way back in November 1998, when the web was young. It's still here, and so am I.

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