Almost there…
The flight to Frankfurt was uneventful. I had a few very cold Bombay and Tonics (and they knew how I liked them made), then followed it with the best Pa-Naeng Thai curry I have ever eaten (sorry Spike). You wouldn’t expect airline food to be any good, but this was fantastic. I slept for about 7 hours, watched X-Men 3 (which was about as boring as the American football movie with Marky Mark that I watched last night). Breakfast was great too. Two German sausages, quiche of two cheeses with lots of soggy pastry, a roast tomato and something kind of like a hash brown. Mmmm.
Frankfurt airport is fucked up.. I was really busting to go to the toilet after all that food, but in the after breakfast rush, I didn’t get to go on the plane… Remembering what the toilets are like at the airport, I was fearful that I might have to hold on until I got on the flight to Madrid. The first toilet I enter… I push open the cubical door and it was worst than I remember. How does one get shit all over the toilet seat and the floor!! Open the next one. Same deal… I make a bee line for the exit. Thankfully, the 3rd toilet (about 5 minutes walk from where I was) had just been cleaned and I was able to relieve myself without looking like I had just participated in a German Shiza movie.
Went out site, had a dart. It was nice to get some crisp fresh air after 24 hours of being in air-conditioning. Went inside, it took almost an hour to get through security. They have these rules about what liquids you can take on board flights in the EU. I knew about them, so I didn’t bring any, but it looks like there were a lot of people who weren’t aware. One guy had to throw out a e50 bottle of wine. When passing through security the metal detector went off, even with my belt taken off (this didn’t happen at any other checkpoint along the way so they must be “extra secureâ€? now. I got the full frisk with the metal detector before preceding. Some idiot had thrown about 30 tangled computer cables in his bag… the X-Ray operator was looking very confused.
The Spanair flight i’m on now is like being back in primary school. A cheese sandwich on brown bread (with lots of butter), and a ham sandwich on white bread. Top it all off with some fruit juice and a slice of marble cake… how unspanish.
I managed to work out the wifi, so I think I know where I am going… I probably should write down th e address before my battery goes flat…. with is apparently ARGH! two minutes.