… we weren’t so impressed. You guessed it; we were in Frankfurt. But that’s not what we weren’t impressed with. Let’s not forget the 10 hour plane ride that took us there from Vancouver.
On second thought, let’s forget all about it.
It wasn’t all bad, though. Air Transat may have terribly cramped seats and pasty-looking food, but for a budget airline they had quite a good selection of movies and shows to keep me entertained on the little TV screen in front of me. I watched a cute French movie about speed typewriting, which stayed on my mind when Fiona and I were taking the train out of Frankfurt much later– we passed a decrepit old house with its facade missing, so that it looked like a rusty antique Remington typewriter.
I wish I had a photo of it. But here’s some pictures of the two trains we took.
It was raining in Frankfurt when we arrived, but luckily we did not have to venture out into the weather much. We simply went underground, got our 4-day Eurail pass (for unlimited train travel between France and Germany) officially stamped and ready to go, and hopped on the first S-Bahn train out of the airport and into the Frankfurt main station. The pass could be used on pretty much every mode of public transportation in Germany so the ease of not having to make train reservations made it quite worth it, in my opinion… at least for the German part of our trip. The Eurail isn’t as useful in France, where it cannot be used for the bus or the metro, and all TGV trains require reservations (with a small fee).
The next train was the nicest of the countless trains we’d take over the course of our 11 days abroad: the German ICE train, which had better seats than Air Transat. Too bad the trip from Frankfurt to our next destination was only 2 hours. It was the best long-commute sleep that I’d get on this trip. I drooled with reckless abandon.
I can’t say much about Frankfurt because all we did in the couple of hours we were there were momentary, fleeting, and “in transit.” But even without speaking a drop of German we came away with the impression that everything was satisfactory, and that everything would be ok.
Dramatic foreshadowing of things to come? Oh boy. You have no idea.
Where'd you go, Nicole? 