So, that's the end of our Germany trip.
For those who are interested, this was our tour itinerary:
When I get asked if I learned any German while I was here, the answer is nein not nine words nothing nada, zilch.
Wait, I did learn one. "Backpfeifengesicht". it means a face that is begging to be slapped. I can see a use for that at work.
And then there’s the obvious ’gabelstapler’ which we all know means forklift, right? Sure.
Frankfurt Airport certainly is busy.
Nothing like the little backwater basement we arrived into from Dubai.
We were leaving from Terminal 1. The Terminal 2 pax got dropped at the front of the building, like any civilised airport. For Terminal 1, not so much.
We were dropped about 200m from the terminal. No big deal because it's not raining.
Once we get inside, we are obviously at one end of the terminal.
There are daleks scattered around, that can apparently check us in and print ragtags. What could go wrong?
I had already checked us in online, so we only needed bagtags. Scan the boarding pass QR code, and the transaction begins. Tick a few boxes, and it prints my 2 tags. I has bought a second bag before I checked in, because we have three.
Rinse and repeat for Sarah. One tag.
Now this is where things go off the rails a little.
Back home, the Air New Zealand tag makes sense to us. It tells you where to peel (for Australians to understand), and the backing paper is just thin paper that can be torn easily to remove only part of it, if you choose not to peel only the precut end. In contrast, the tag itself is super strong. Some kind of plastic with a half-life measured in generations.
And then there are the german tags.
There is no obvious short piece of backing paper to peel. It is also too strong to tear a piece off where you want, to expose a short piece of sticky tag.
Sarah's choice was to peel the whole tag off the backing. I had recommended against this practice. We all know that the glue will stay on the handle for 2/3 the life of the suitcase.
She realised her error when the tag tore in half, simply by handling it. Who knew that here, the backing paper has all the strength, and the tag itself about as strong as toilet paper when removed from the backing?
Don't worry, dear readers, I did not escape an honourable mention in the moron awards. Read on.
Our bags were lying on the trolley, with the third and other pieces on top. This means that on the two main bags, the only accessible handles are on the end of the bags. So that's where I put mine, with the peeled part of the backing hanging off the side, like a stream of toilet paper appearing like a tail from below a young lady's skirt. I really don't know why there's a toilet paper theme here. Hopefully you won't notice.
We now need to find Lufthansa bag drop. After getting no satisfaction from the signage, I ask somebody wearing a hi-viz telling us he is a Floor Walker. Her says that Lufthansa is at zone A, the opposite end of the terminal. Thanks, Captain Peacock.
So we drag our belongings along till we see some Lufthansa signage.
Sarah is determined to have her 2-piece tag reprinted, so she makes a beeline for a staff member in the bag drop area. He either doesn't understand English, or he has no intention of going through that process. He simply takes her 2 sticky pieces, flattens them out, and then carefully sticks a short overlap of the short piece onto the longer piece to form a single tag again. Tadaa! Dynamo would be impressed. Too bad that the letters LIS on one end are mostly obliterated by the other part of the tag.
So here's my moron moment. These bag drops are fully automated. No attendants to do the thinking for you, like at Sydney airport.
First, you must choose your preferred language. I tap the little British flag and the perspex doo opens. The cavity to put your bag is now ready. It says put your bag in with the tag facing up, so that it can be scanned.
I dutifully put in my bag, wheels down, tag up. It's too tall for the readers. Fucking Moron!! The tag should have been on the side handle, not the top one. I very carefully peel the tag off the wrong handle and feed it through the right handle. The sticky faces are still working. Crisis averted. I'm sure I didn't see anything on the tag-printing dalek that told us this handy little piece of information. At least not in English, anyway.
I wonder if the cameras that will be everywhere, provide fodder for a "Moron Tourist Award" tv show. Now THAT would be a reality show I would watch. The only one.
So we got Sarah's rebuilt tag onto the correct handle of her bag, and it goes it's merry way.
I think it was through the Lufthansa app that I had booked ourselves a time to go through Avsec. Is this some sort of elitist shortcut? Probably not. As it is so readily available, I would expect that many travellers would do this, and the only benefit is that Avsec can gather data about how busy they are likely to get. Probably helpful with staff deployment. And of course the pretentious twats think that they are getting VIP treatment.
That's right, people like us.
The flight was uneventful. We knew that there was no food on board except if purchased, so we bought something to take onboard. I got what is effectively a ham roll, and Sarah bought a pretzel.
Actually, the onboard food was more appetising that expected, Sarah bought a cinnamon bun, and I bought a pretzel.
Is it just me or does this thing look like it's got botox lips?
When we landed, we made our way to the baggage belt. We needn't have hurried.
Afer a few minutes, a stream of bags appeared. Probably one can.
A few minutes later, a second can was unloaded. Did they go on a break between cans?
A much longer break this time, and another can is unloaded. Lunch? Our bags are in this group, so we leave, maybe 45 minutes after we get off. There were maybe 50% of the flight still waiting when we left.
Sarahs tag is still on, but unsurprisingly it's torn a couple of times. At least it got here before it fell off.
We eventually found our driver, and we headed to the hotel.
Welcome to Portugal.