The flight over
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Well in keeping with tradition, I got stuck in economy, seated between two arm rest hogs, and received permanent knee cap damage. Actually, the girl to my right was all of 16 years old so I was able to use some of her "space". The guy to the left of me.... forget it. Judging by the German paper he was reading and his complete lack of response when I said Hello and  Auf Wiedersan..... I think I've said enough about how we got along. At least he didn't snore or smell bad... things could have been much worse.

I didn't get any sleep on the way over, something very unusuall for me. I usually fall asleep before we take off. This lack of sleep is directly attributed to the Pizza that I had a few hours before we took of. Thank you John for providing this going away present.:-) Can't give him to much grief about it, he is taking care of my house and my dog. Which I am VERY thankful for. I will try and make it up to him by finding a present for him in Amsterdam.

So we landed in Frankfurt.... very sleepy, two hour layover. I walked all over the airport when I could not for the life of me figure out why the gate to my next flight required me to go through Customs. This was confusing for me cause usually I take connecting flights directly to the next gate. Must be a security thing. So I finally went through it... expecting to find the street and taxis on the other side.... only to find the rest of the airport. Shrugged it off and on I went.

Then I procedded to sleep sitting upright at the next gate. It was a very nice gate combined with a standup Drink/Snack bar for people who needed German beer on the run. I needles to say didn't need anymore downers because I couldn't stay awake as it was. So.... it was off to the bus to get on the plan. Much smaller plan this time. Very nice commuter flight over the Alps, very clear, only 1 hour and yes... still no pictures.  I really regret not having the camera handy for this one.

Off the plane in Italy, change some money, and it's off to the Taxis and Hoele Chicalla. Get into the Taxis and tell the driver Hotel Chicalla.... expecting a huge conversation of jiberish only to be responded to with an OK. Something is up I knew it.

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