Jung und Frei

After 5 and a half hours to Singapore, a 2 hour break there (for some well-deserved Macca's and a visit to the worlds most humid bar and cactus exhibit), then a lazy 12 hour flight we finally arrive in Frankfurt, Germany. Although on a Sunday morning between 6 and 9 am it could have been Perth - not a car in sight and barely a soul around. The place was just how I left it a year ago (well, a year and two days if you count the bit about missing my plane)... sex shops right outside the station, traditional pubs selling big-arse steins of beer and snaggers, and the delightful brown river!

There were a large number of obvious soccer fans on the plane - lots of ggarmy gear and Socceroos tops and hats so it looks like the Australian exodus has begun. Starting to get a little excited now - once the jetlag has worn off and a get a stein or two of beer into me (and possibly a knack, curry, brat, or any other type of wurst) I reckon i'll be raring to go!

So to all, I'm safe. Just need to find out how to get from Frankfurt to Köln to Madrid, then to the hostel we are staying at! Easy.. nacht ein problem!? :)