Ok, home city welcomed me with sleet, frost, grey mornings and what not. The skin on my hands all but dried up from the cold. The stomach reacted happily to the home visit though: finally something actually cooked as opposed to cold tuna sandwiches. I will be a horrible cook and wife. Update! First new hairstyle in five (or six?..) years. Now Anute has a crooked fringe and has gone shorter-haired and funkier. I have to correspond, you know, now that I have a trendy accessory – iPod.
The returning flight went my style. Amid useless advertising and charity lottery tickets sales, the cabin crew threw in a casual “due to poor weather conditions in Frankfurt Hahn, we will be landing in Köln/Bonn airport instead”. It is a joke, we decided, nipping each other to stimulate the waking-up. Ten minutes later, my feet touched the Köln/Bonn grounds. A nameless customs officer looked at every (!) single page in my passport and stamped (!!!) it, 1.5 years after Latvia had joined the European Union. Thank you, mein Herr, for something to remind me of this night later.
What a typical story… all the trains have gone… all the buses have left… wait, one bus especially arranged to take us happy all to… Frankfurt Hahn! What a blessing, all the way into the centre of the Universe. Estimated time of arrival: 2 a.m. The bus is full. Two hours of waiting at Hahn airport. Another bus is especially arranged into the city. I can hardly believe it when I am finally in Frankfurt. My watch shows 5:30 a.m. Long-desired hot shower, one hour’s sleep and straight into work. I swear this has reminded me of London!
The morale: if somebody is dying for a travel adventure, take me as a companion.
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