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Published: September 19th 2019
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It will be a tiny post today.
The main focus was ensuring that our luggage was within the limits, and after moving stuff from case to pack to bag, and sometimes back to case, we balanced it out with a couple of hundred grams spare in each case. Carry on is heavy, but still nowhere near the limit.
We enjoyed a lovely peaceful last morning, breakfast at the Monastery , morning tea at an obscure cafe set in the end of a dark little lane, and then moved to the park where we people watched, I read a book , and Sue smiled at children playing, no doubt thinking of the small boy we left behind in Australia. It’s not long before we get an Ezra fix again; be patient Sue.
As I said, this will be short. Well, after the flight, it just got shorter.
I boarded the plane with a slight caffeine induced headache , due to a lack of coffee, and was looking forward to a snooze on the flight to Frankfurt Hahn Airport.
After the girl in front of me arranged for Sue to sit next to me - it was more
complex than an AFL preseason draft multi player, multi club swap, in order to get one player you wanted - I pulled out my iPad and settled in to read for a while, until sleep was the only option.
While this was all happening, a couple with a child about 4 years old took up the seats, 2 seats behind me, and I can only assume the child didn’t like the seat, flying, or the surprise she received in a kinder surprise. Or she wasn’t well.
The screaming started as we taxied towards the runway, and continued consistently until the reverse thrusters came on as we were slowing down on the tarmac at Frankfurt. Maybe the noise scared the little bugger. Mum tried everything to appease her darling, including standing, with her in her arms, in the aisle for long periods of time. This just amplified the noise so that others further down the plane didn’t miss out.
Just when I thought that the little girl had peaked, she turned it up to 11. I know you are meant to sympathise with the parents and the child involved, but my head was pounding, and I allowed everyone
else the freedom to sympathise, as I had enough angst for everyone.
At bag collection I couldn’t believe that this young girl, who Sue estimated to be at least 5 years old, had a pacifier in her mouth. I’m no Dr Spock but that seems a bit old for me. I do feel bad for not being more tolerant but it was the wrong place, at the wrong time for me today.
On a brighter note, Tim picked us up at the airport, and we had dinner in a delightful German restaurant in Bernkastel Kues, a traditional village nestled at the foot of the forests along the Moselle River.
This is truly a fairytale German village, I took a few pictures, and I’ll tell you more about it tomorrow.
Washing, wandering, and relaxing are the order of the day tomorrow. Hopefully l wake without this headache.
Catch up then.
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