It was a rough 9 hour flight. Not from a turbulence standpoint. Not from a I-just-want-the-whole-soda-can standpoint. Not even from the difficulty of sleeping in a comfortable position within two square feet. But from the fact that a very nervous and mentally unbalanced passenger wanted to run through the cabin and try and imitate all diagrams indicated in those flimsy in-case-of-emergency brochures. This included his desire to inflate and wear his own life vest. Thank God he never had the need to see slides inflate as an exit door opens. Needless to say, when we finally made it to Frankfurt, we were ready to kiss the ground.
So our first leg on our journey: Frankfurt Airport to Brussels. We take the German ICE train (high speed) to Koln (Cologne). We had 9 minutes to get our jet-lagged butts in gear and schlep luggage down stairs, across platforms, up stairs, and onto a Thalys train to Brussels. Good thing the coffee in Europe is so good. I think that was the only fuel we had.
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