Our flight was late, so we arrived in Manchester with little time to spare before my transfer to Frankfurt. Upon arriving, I saw a huge, slow-moving customs line that apparently everyone was to go through. I met a few fellow americans going on the same flight, and soon enough we realized that we would never make it unless we do something.
Eventually we drew the attention of a customs official, who directed us through customs to a different terminal. In that terminal, yet another official directed us back to the old terminal. I am sure the Brits were quite amused at a group of 6 americans running through Manchester Airport like wild people; I am sure that did not contribute to our reputation in Europe. We ended up missing the flight, and were transferred to a different flight leaving a couple of hours later. What was worse, no one had any idea where our luggage went.
Upon arriving in Frankfurt, we spent another couple of hours running around various terminals looking for our stuff. The two americans before me had their luggage transferred to a 9pm flight. I was already imagining spending a wonderful day at Frankfurt Airport but was then told that miraculously my bag was actually arriving on an earlier flight. After another 30 minutes running ragged and a few instances of walking through one-way customs doors (hooray for security), I located the particular baggage carousel on which my bag soon arrived. The reunion with my ugly black bag was truly joyous.
I arrived in Karlsruhe and Bulka met me at the train station. After a brief recuperation period from my airport adventures, we went to the main square to watch the Brazil match. Using his (rather shaky) knowledge of Portuguese and his general communication ability, Bulka got us a table next to a group of flag-waving, bikini-wearing Brazilian chicks, who would break into an impromptu bump and grind session at every goalscoring opportunity. The atmosphere was amazing! Needless to say, I was sad that my good friend vinnipuh
was not there to witness this feast of the flesh. (Pictures forthcoming)
Tonight we are off to Freiburg and then to Switzerland.