I have finally arrived in Poland after a 24 hours flight. It was a very tiring flight, but I can’t hold back some of the random experiences that I have faced in the past 24 hours.
I departed from SFO (San Francisco). It was 2:55 PM, the gate was bombarded by middle-aged Germans and random other folks. The air was tense as it seems everyone is trying to flee the USA. Like forcing two magnets of the same polarity to attract.
I had the window seat, and based on my amazing research on planes, I’ve selected the window seat that faces the wings. I flew on one of those jumbo jets that are two story high. I was seated next to this awesome fella, whom I forgot his name (how embarrassing). This fella is 2 meters tall, curly haired dude and was a fresh graduate from Gymnasium (German High School). He came to San Francisco to celebrate his graduation, spending his 5 days roaming around and exploring the city. During our conversation, we exchanged music, movie tastes, learned a bit of German and talked about our culture. But the best moment was in the middle of the flight, he pulled his Iron Man mask, and pulled it over his head. To me, this was HILARIOUS. To others, this looked like a suspicious terrorist attack. Until we started talkng loudly on how Tony Stark is trying to maintain his budget and is traveling economy class. Here is a glimpse of this fella:
When I landed in Frankfurt Airport (FRA), I had an hour to arrive to my gate to go on to my next flight. Of course, the assumption was that the gate won’t be packed and hopefully I’ll get there. WRONG!
I cannot explain the number of security checkpoints I had to go through to go from one terminal to the other. I have been stamped by the German Authorities three times (entering the country twice, and exiting once). In essence, I missed my flight. I forgot to mention that for the two entry checkpoint, I had to go through the scanning and security check. God forbid the lines.
While waiting for my next flight, I gave myself the honors to go roam around the massive airport. Personally, I was going into the Duty Free to find a cologne to wear since I feel I stank from the long sitting down trip from SFO. And I realized since I was in Germany, there was only one thing to do – Bratwurst, and of course, Mezzo Mix (Fanta and Coca-Cola mix drink. Trust me, it tastes like heaven).
That’s all I’ll share for now for my trip. Tomorrow I’ll document my experience in Krakow, and share the story of my awesome hosts, and the city I am in.
I’ll leave this here, which is placed right underneath my host’s apartment: