Welcome to Germany

We landed last night at Frankfurt about 1940. It was either a quiet part of the terminal or a quiet time of the day. Or both. 

The first sign was the long staircase ahead of us just after getting off the aircraft. Strait up with 2 landings on the way. Shit!! Where’s the defib machine when I need it?

After I got to the top I noticed an unused escalator parallel to the steps. Didn’t feel the need to turn it on when a 777 pulls up? Pretty sure i wasn't hallucinating the escalator after the exertion, but we didn't see it at the bottom of the steps.

That reminds me... Did you hear about the blonde who go stuck for 2 hours when the escalator she was on broke down?  Never mind.

Then customs. Lots of flash new immigration pods with their welcoming glowing lights. Roped off. We had to queue for 3 customs officers.

By the way, there were 2 separate zones. One for EU passports, where the immigration drones were usable, and one for the riff raff. Where they weren’t.

Not too arduous, though. Soon got through, and found the belts with our luggage. One for Economy, one for the posh classes. Maybe this terminal is for smaller aircraft.

Soon had our bags and walked out. This is definitely not on the scale of Dubai. This part of the building is not much different in size from Christchurch.

Then the drama was finding our driver. Rebooking is easier in a foreign country, right?

Sarah had a text from him before we left Dubai, so she rang him. Doesn’t speak English, but he’ll be there in 2 minutes.

All is well. 

About a 15-20 minute ride, a small taste of autobahns to come.

The driver found the hotel, but struggled to find the entrance. We got there, and said goodbye to our rather peculiar driver. He reminded me of one of those caricature underlings in a Frankenstein or villain movie.

Igor.

Unkind, I know. You were warned.