And so I reach Frankfurt.
It's apparently 46F outside. After the plane touched down we were taken to the terminal by bus - so stepped out into the full blast of Frankfurt weather. And you know what? It wasn't that bad. Had 'smoke' puffin g out with every breath and stuff but it was bearable. So I was suitably impressed by myself. Got to the terminal and was quite lost - had no clue where to go and there wasn't an information desk in sight. So finally decided I might as well follow the signs and go ahead to baggage claim - and a whole new world opened up - called the first and second floors. Lotsa shops and stuff. And an information desk. Verified that my baggage was checked in all the way thru and where I could get a phone card from. Called home. Feel quite far away right now from everything I know. To be expected I guess. After the initial stress of where to go and stuff I'm feeling quite ok now. Bought a calling card for $15 band then a Sprite for $5. So I've basically spent 1,000 bucks as soon as I've reached here - and not even eaten yet. Checked the area for wireless - it does have a T-Mobile wireless service however it ain't free. Damn them! And I don’t have a credit card I can use. Should have taken dad's card info like I wanted to.
The flight as such was incredibly boring and quite uncomfortable...but not too much to complain about. I found that I can actually get a little tongue-tied and verbally fumbly around the firangs and that is something I do not approve of. Must work on that. Also do have a bit of a headache. So after I buy frankfurter sausages with bread for some 5 Euros (which refuse to convert into rupees), I shall have a good ole Crocin.
Fought sleep all the way thru till I boarded the aircraft. I was in Zone6 which is the last zone and so waited till it was called before I headed to boarding. Get on the plane - and its chock full already - including freaking zone6. No space for my cabin bag above 47H so had to
dump it all the way down the line of seats. But it was a nice looking air-hostess that helped - quite possibly Ashwin's Helga.
Aircraft toilets SUCK! Geez. Incredibly disgusting. And small. Good thing I lost some weight before this. Had a couple sitting next to me who must have thought I was a total retard. I will never mention this again and if any of you value your lives you will not do so either. I had trouble putting on the seat-belt....and had to get the sir-hostess to help me. Sigh. So sad. But strangely feel proud of my being such a local yokel.
So about 30mins before landing in Frankfurt I look out of the window and see that there's
some ground visible. The woman next to me thinks I'm looking outta the window to check out the weather and says it isn't raining. And then we get to chatting. She's Michelle - and the dude's her husband...didn't bother finding out his name. Prasi will be heartened to know that I didn't introduce myself until a good 20 mins into the conversation. So she's French and a doc - a paediatrician - in Strasbourg, France. Really nice lady. She tells me she also did look at going to the U.S. and had taken the exams - called ECFMG at the time - about 35 years back. She was quite helpful, travelled widely too so gave me info about the Frankfurt airport and what I could do to keep myself occupied for 6 hours and also about Newark. We also managed to fit in a bit of a discussion on the socio-political situation in France right now and the weather in South India. She said the North was more - I think - exotic but the South was nicer. :)
Ok...now that I finished saying what I wanted to I'm bored.
Chennai: 1315 Sunday
Frankfurt: 0845 Sunday