Arabella Sheraton Congress Hotel Frankfurt

Again it seems to be an escape from the inevitable. But somehow I actually think it's way more than that.<br><br>Why do I think that? I'm sure you are wondering what special thing happened at the end of my last entry in the first world trip ...

It was sooooo cold in Frankfurt, we didn't want to spend much time here since we had no winter clothing. WE got in late, went to our hotel, then back to the airport to get our flight to Bangkok moved up. We though it would be at 8 that night, but they managed to get us on the next flight out, which was pretty much within the hour. Woohooo! I also kept speaking Italian in Germany... so confused with all the languages.

... it. You must pass through another security checkpoint to enter the Lufthansa gates. Then you wait in long lines which are not really lines all all because everyone politely presses forward until it is one giant herd of bodies. Only the determined persevere and move forward. The rest of us schmucks stay put in line as people move ahead until we get the hang of it and we learn to politely push forward. My passport was taken, entered into a ...

... the hookers seemed to still be waiting for the American GI&#8217;s. It was raining and dreary, but soon to change when Erik&#8217;s cousin, Nadine, and boyfriend, Flo, picked us up to take us to their home town outside the big city near the Tanus Mountains. We had a wonderful visit, them taking us to a traditional German restaurant where we tasted fresh apple wine. We topped it off with a visit to their apartment. What a great way to end the trip!

... was and then I saw the last half Hannah Montana, while eating a very dry muffin I found on my tray. Next time I will have to remember to ask for a complimentary blanket, as it was quite cold on the plane. Being right next to the door, I was the very first person off the plane, walking into the wonderful 30 degree weather in Frankfurt. I must admit that this is probably the very first time that I did not have to fill out a customs declaration form to get into a ...

... hands, our 'good luck' quickly disappeared when it turned into a big Thai stand off between us three and six of them trying to make us pay for the corn which we didn't want anyway. I fully thought at one stage it was going to come to blows, I was starting to freak out a lil. "It's amazing that when you don't speak the language it's really hard to gauge how intense things are getting. "was freaking out a little that they were going to get the cops". Fortunately none of us paid up and ...

... to bring my camera and take some photos. It was during this drive when the name of my business, "What? Is!' came into being. It was also during this drive and at my destination, where I took the majority of my photos, that the purpose of the business started to take shape. I was somehow inspired during this drive, and at my destination, a place called Interlakes because it's between two lakes. Why is that story important at this time? It's important because of where I ...

... braunen Kulleraugen -eindeutige unmoralische Angebote -in Trekkinghose und Fleece DIE Attraktion zu sein -in Brasilien zum Arzt zu gehen -lecker Brownies mit Alex :) -Gepäckräume von Bussen (man gewöhnt sich dran...) -zu zehnt unangeschnallt im Auto zu sitzen -"Ach, nehmen wir doch schnell ein Taxi. Kost ja nix!" -die Latinos -Mate oder noch besser Terere -Busse, die man nur herwinken braucht -kalte Duschen -Straßenkontrollen -Soldaten mit ...

... exhibit hall. It was the third and last day for just the book trade; on Saturday and Sunday the fair is open to the public and it is supposed to be really crowded (as opposed to just crowded as it was today). We saw just a small part of the Fair. We took a shuttle bus from the entrance to Hall 4 (it was about a half-mile) and went to the International Booksellers and Trade Visitors Centre to put our coats into a locker. Then we went up one floor to one of the two floors of ...