Hey there, time traveller!
This article was published 1/6/2008 (3369 days ago), so information in it may no longer be current.
Well, here's my first update from Germany, coming to you from Oestrich-Winkel, situated a (long) stone's throw from the Rhine river. The Toronto-Frankfurt flight was delayed, didn't have the chair-back TVs, and featured two young siblings who seemed to delight in emitting blood-curdling screams all night. As the parent of a young child, I can understand how tough this can be (having dragged our daughter to Prince Edward Island), but these people had no food, drinks, toys or books to keep the children occupied, for which they deserved worse than what they got (some serious cringing from other passengers). I don't even think I heard the parents talk to the children very much. If I had nothing to do but sit on someone's lap for eight hours, I'd be cranky too.Needless to say, there wasn't much sleep to be had on the flight, despite trying to induce slumber via a couple of glasses of cheap Sicilian Merlot and a quick brandy. So it's now 5:30 a.m. Winnipeg time (12:30 p.m. here), and I'm trying desperately to stay awake so as to confine the jet lag to one day.I have a couple of hours to kill, but there's not much open on a Sunday here, so this is actually a good opportunity to get a jump on some work, maybe do some reading and have a shower. Despite the beautiful exterior of the Hotel Nagler, my room is very much a snapshot of the '80s; for interest's sake, here's a picture of me (courtesy of the new laptop) in my room.