Wednesday 28 December 2005

Kuala Lumpur - Frankfurt - Mainz

The flight from KL was a much smaller plane, and to our great delight there were only about 40 people on the plane. Once we had taken off we were able to spread out and I was able to sleep lying along 4 seats. There was no one travelling in business class, and only one person in 1st class.

I watched movies, and slept in between, for about 5 hours in total - arguably the most and best sleep I have ever had on a plane!

We arrived in Frankfurt just before dawn at about 6:30am, where it was snowing as we landed. There were great long lines of snow ploughs along the outer tarmacs, all with orange blinking lights on. We managed to clear customs without actually picking up our luggage (a number of people did this, still not sure how!) We then had to find someone to let us back in to pick up our luggage, and then waited in a queue for ages for "Nothing to Declare", while passengers had their bags quite thoroughly searched. Because of our mishap with the luggage, we were almost the last in the queue, even behind the cabin crew. When we finally got to the check I hauled my bag onto the counter, and I was asked if I spoke Deutsch, to which I replied no. I was then asked where I had come from, and once we said "Australia" they said "that's ok, you can go." We still don't really understand why - perhaps Australian customs has a pretty tough reputation?!

We found the car hire place, where we requested winter tyres for our car. As the original car we had hired didn't have them (an Opel Astra), we fluked an upgrade to a Mercedes C Class!

When we got to the car we sat in it for quite a while, trying to find the hand brake, headlights, windscreen wipers etc. Once Tim finally got up the courage to drive (I decided I wouldn't drive - not confident enough to negotiate the wrong side of the road, from the wrong side of the vehicle!) we set out, with Tim finding it difficult to get used to positioning the car in the middle of the lane, rather than almost driving me up the gutter! Thankfully by this time it had stopped snowing (Welcome to Germany, please drive on the left hand side of the road, whilst negotiating snow falling in your face - aaaarrghhh!). After a few wrong turns, and a few short excursions onto the incorrect side of the road (oops!) we finally made it onto a dual carriage way, taking us in the direction of Mainz.

Some building in Mainz - it looks nice, and shows you it is cold and snowy!

We got a bit confused about which turn off to take - there seemed to be an awful lot of turn-off signs starting with "Mainz" but eventually we worked out that these were for suburbs of Mainz. We finally got into Mainz proper, and then realised we had no idea where the Youth Hostel was, so eventually found a place to pull over, to locate the address, which we had helpfully put in the boot. Unfortunately that didn't help, and neither did our Lonely Planet guide which only had a map with an arrow pointing off the side of the page with "YHA → 2km". After missing turn offs many times, not seeing lanes clearly because of the snow, and almost going around a roundabout the wrong way we finally ended up 2km away from the YHA, but still none-the-wiser as to where it was. After stopping at a petrol station to ask, we discovered it was just down the road, around the corner. We finally got there at 10:20am.

As it was a very stressful drive for Tim, we decided that we would go for a walk, though I had a shower first to freshen up, and briefly thought I had left my wallet on the plane (though it was eventually found in the car - phew!)

We walked through a park beside the youth hostel, where there were lots of families with young kids, tobogganing down slopes. We discovered that our shoes didn't have very ice-friendly soles, and spent a lot of time almost slipping over. We walked and walked and eventually ended up in the main shopping area, with pedestrian malls and cobbled streets. The sales were on, so we bought a new beanie to better cover Tim's ears. We also bought bratwurst on rolls for lunch (a common lunch option in Germany, from street stalls). We got lost walking back to the youth hostel, though eventually found our way.

The slippery park, devoid of tobogganing families.

We filled in time until dinner, which bore absolutely no resemblance to the weekly menu stated meal, and was accompanied by raspberry tea (great to tone our uteruses with!). Early to bed - jetlag.