Notes on a Frankfurt Layover on the Way Home From Africa

The Frankfurt Airport is a wonder of sophistication and broad inclusiveness. Not only do they have sleeping cabins here and there that you can rent out by the hour, you can find what are effectively easy chairs and resting stations throughout. This is an airport made for international travel. Yeah, the food is pricey, but excellent, and you don’t have to go far in the international terminal to find places designed for you to be able to sleep, rest and plug in your tech.

And a quiet room.

After a rough five hours on a red-eye flight out of Nairobi, my neck and back sore from the awkward sleeping position and lousy sleep, I slipped into this room, laid out my stuff, put a roll under my head and napped. Others came into pray.

I have backups for the adapters, or else I couldn’t write, but the hat, well.

Too bad so sad. So you replace it. It’s just a hat, adapters are cheap.

Sadly, they also lifted a really important pair of splints which allows me to use my hands, which are very painful from CMC arthritis. No idea what they think they can do with those, but have at it, Sparky. Whatever floats your thieving boat.

Then, dangerous food.

The last time I had seen this place was en route to Ethiopia. I never forgot the smells.

Three might, but someone stole my fucking hat. So, three.

No, one. Really.

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