Well long day coming in from Abercrombie and Fitch in Ohio. The whitest place in terms of people, I have ever seen. It is almost like a cult there, in that everyone wears the same clothing, they look the same, all the guys are thin and wear the T-shirts and shorts, the girls are all desperately thin in general and all basically have the same look to them. Anyway, so I got home on the Friday night and went shopping and what not, to get ready for my flight on the Saturday night to Frankfurt.

Anyway so the day passes and I hustle everywhere to get the shopping done and the money moved around to the appropriate accounts. So Beth comes over while, Tara, Maggie and Wing Ki are talking about our asia trip in basically a month from now. We hang out and then head over to Craig’s for Ed’s birthday. We spend 15 minutes and then we have to head to the airport.

Limo picks us up and we head over the airport and catch the flight to Frankfurt. Flight was uneventful really, although I must say, in traveling, you really do get what you pay for. Air Transat seriously and when I say seriously, sucks!! It was a full plane but the seat we’re small even by economy standards. The temperature in the plane was consistently too hot, so that everyone was sweltering on the plane. The service was quite atrocious, when things are considered, since there was a charge for everything, which isn’t the problem, since you expect that when you buy a cheap ticket, that you get crap, but this was ridiculous.

So once we got into Frankfurt, we cleared customs, it was just like the world cup again, well with one significant difference: it wasn’t the World Cup. This was quite the big difference, since the services and manner of the people, well the apparent one, was quite different. When we here, for the World Cup, if you looked at your map wrong, there would be 10 people who would jump to help you. Not this time, in general, most people in the airport were quite unhelpful; in fact most people were more interested in staring at the motley crue collection of the West Indian, Sikh and Ethiopian traveling party. The staring would be a theme over the whole week.

So according to the plan, I would not be taking my luggage with me but rather I would be checking the luggage in Frankfurt. This would save on time and wondering how to lug this huge suitcase around. So this was done, and I collected my claim ticket in Terminal 2, and then we were off. First was to validate the rail ticket downstairs at the rail ticket office.

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