Got up, got out of bed, dragged a comb across my head!! Hey there’s a song in there! Pity about the hair though!
It time to leave Bavaria and the sunshine gods have decided to appear as I leave the YHA.
I have a late start as I have a late train.
This means I can Skype with Sue and catch up on the Adelaide news. There ain’t much.
Even with a late start I have over 90 minutes wait for my train, the ICE 720.
I now know Munich Hauptbahnhof pretty well so get the right platform, right train and even the right direction seat and right on time we’re off.
I am typing this at the snail-pace of 158kph as we negotiate the German Plains.
Things finally improve and we do get up to 294 kph (see video).
We then just rattle along, losing time all the way, each station we are just a few minutes late and seem unable to catch up.
Pictures in Picasa
This makes me a little anxious, as I have only 10 minutes to get my connection at Frankfurt and my ticket indicates I have to get from Platform 8 to 18.
There’s a bit of jockeying to be first off. The Germans certainly don’t know about queuing, but they do know about pushing in. Mmmm I know someone like that!!
Any way the train is well marked as are all the trains here and carriage 28 is second from the back, so second carriage along the platform, rather than at the far end of the train.
I board, find my seat and find someone getting into it!! In my best German I say “Das is mien seat” which I think translates as “That’s my ass”. Anyway, he gets the message and moves one back.
And were off.
Then it's really more of the same, with the sky getting greyer and greyer as we got closer to Brussels with steady rain to greet our arrival.
I must find railway stations confusing, as it took a couple of attempts to find where the taxis congregated.
An affable middle eastern gentleman got me too my hotel, and an equally affable Belgian got me too my room, where I met Walter Riley, my room-mate for the first time.
Walter is 83, 40 years army and in a bit of a bother. His baggage has gone missing and they are still lokking for it.
He has some clothes and the expectation is that they'll turn up tomorrow.
We head off for dinner, he is quite chirpy considering his age and that he's been on the move now for two days.
It time to leave Bavaria and the sunshine gods have decided to appear as I leave the YHA.
I have a late start as I have a late train.
This means I can Skype with Sue and catch up on the Adelaide news. There ain’t much.
Even with a late start I have over 90 minutes wait for my train, the ICE 720.
I now know Munich Hauptbahnhof pretty well so get the right platform, right train and even the right direction seat and right on time we’re off.
I am typing this at the snail-pace of 158kph as we negotiate the German Plains.
Things finally improve and we do get up to 294 kph (see video).
We then just rattle along, losing time all the way, each station we are just a few minutes late and seem unable to catch up.
Pictures in Picasa
This makes me a little anxious, as I have only 10 minutes to get my connection at Frankfurt and my ticket indicates I have to get from Platform 8 to 18.
There’s a bit of jockeying to be first off. The Germans certainly don’t know about queuing, but they do know about pushing in. Mmmm I know someone like that!!
Any way the train is well marked as are all the trains here and carriage 28 is second from the back, so second carriage along the platform, rather than at the far end of the train.
I board, find my seat and find someone getting into it!! In my best German I say “Das is mien seat” which I think translates as “That’s my ass”. Anyway, he gets the message and moves one back.
And were off.
Then it's really more of the same, with the sky getting greyer and greyer as we got closer to Brussels with steady rain to greet our arrival.
I must find railway stations confusing, as it took a couple of attempts to find where the taxis congregated.
An affable middle eastern gentleman got me too my hotel, and an equally affable Belgian got me too my room, where I met Walter Riley, my room-mate for the first time.
Walter is 83, 40 years army and in a bit of a bother. His baggage has gone missing and they are still lokking for it.
He has some clothes and the expectation is that they'll turn up tomorrow.
We head off for dinner, he is quite chirpy considering his age and that he's been on the move now for two days.
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