Wednesday, 29 December 2010

Flying, Fun, Frankfurt

Well what can I say about flying? I think the question is what can't I say about flying. Unless you own the big bucks and can afford business class or god forbid a private jet overseas, flights are in no uncertain terms rather horrible. Economy class could be counted in my books as a mild form of torture. My leg from Brisbane to Singapore did not start off great as I was stuck in the middle seat of a four seater! A seat that can only be labelled as torture. At least Singapore airlines is rather nice, their seats I am pretty sure are slightly wider than others and their tv screens are a decent size as is their range of entertainment. So my eight hours was rather disturbed by lack of sleep and minimal room.

So after the usual dealings of plane travel we arrive at the famous Changi International Airport. Here we were ready to kill 9 hours in an airport. On closer inspection this was not actually that hard to achieve. There are all sorts of things and the best part a lot of it is free! So we caught 2 and a half movies, browsed countless duty free stores including my most beloved stores of all - brand names: Miu miu, burberry, longchamp the list really doesn't end. However, by about the 5th hour the effects of flight began to drastically settle in: my eyes simply were not cooperating, they didn't want the glitz of the world all they wanted was darkness. The fight to keep them open was a battle worth the wars.

Finally we board the next excrutiatingly long flight to Frankfurt - another 12 long hours. This time, there was a slight bonus, we had the 2 exit door seats which only means one thing - LEG ROOM! The excitement was emmense. Trying to stay awake for the first two hours in order to decrease jet lag was again an epic battle. After serving us the usual dodgy plane food my eyes won the battle. I woke thinking I had one amazing sleep, feeling that we might land in two hours...my instincts were incorrect we still had yet another 7 hours! So in began constant disturbed sleep, feelings of pain all over and frustration that although my body wanted sleep so bad it was only getting it in the smallest of proportions.

So I guess the fun in flying is well I guess it isn't. Landing at the destination and anticipating all your future adventures is all the fun a flight can promise but before it all nothing really warrants being fantastic at all.

As luggage came rather slowly the shuttle to our hotel was missed which was no matter as it arrived every half hour. It is a nice hotel something I am glad we chose for a relaxing, clean and comfy place after an epic journey. The body is still recovery but the mind is determined to make the most of Frankfurt.

By train it takes only 5 minutes to the city centre. I thought this was amazing as we were counted as an airport hotel. The receptionist informs us everything in Frankfurt is close; I like this. So we head to the place called Romer it is gorgeous. Old buildings with their distinct architecture and colours adorn the streets and people dressed so fine walk the pavements. As we walk we realise they were not lying Europe is cold. Today it is negative 4 degrees. I love it all the same and I am keeping warm. We visted a museum, happy the price was a small 2euros. It was a mixture of exhibits but what I knew would strike me was the war displays. How it shaped Germany is astonoushing. The old part which I mentioned would look so different today, it would offcourse be more prevelant, more beautiful buildings would still see the light of day. The grief and destruction of it all strikes you deep.

I am so jealous and extremely impressed at the same time by all Europeans. Why? Simple, they all speak English. It makes me feel so inadequete and rather rude as I want to apologise for my lack of tongue. They are lovely people, always lending a hand, always ready to help. The tiredness has come striking down again, so we decide to call it a day, get refreshed and ready for tomorrow. We refuse to sleep as we climatise our bodies to European time.

So I conclude this entry by saying flights are terrible, airports can be fun in their own way (sort of) and Frankfurt is a lovely city.

PS: My bathroom tiles are heated!

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