I think most of my adventures involve travelling from point-to-point. I wanted to catch the train that ran ‘direct’ from Paris to Frankfurt, and hence, I left very early, since I didn’t place a reservation.

In order to validate my train pass, I queued at the ticket window, in the meantime, hunting for that elusive train to Frankfurt. Finding none, I checked my timetables again, only to read at the footnote that the train departs from another station!

Luckily, it was at a station one metro station away, and hence, I hurried there. After asking two information counters, I finally found the ticket window for validating my ticket.

At the same time, time was running out, and poeple in the queue seem to be taking an eternity to fix their matters! And just as I was about to reach the window, two guys in front let a lady jump the queue! But thankfully, I got on the train on time, albeit in the smoking cabin.

Pulling into Frankfurt, a sense of familiarity washed over me. For the past 2 weeks, I haven’t encountered a building that was more than 5 storeys high, or had many glass panels that were not stained, for that matter. However, Frankfurt, with its skyscrapers, is a much more familiar sight to me. Yet, beating in its heart, is Europe culture, with the same tram cars, the same cobbled streets, the same old town. What a pleasant contrast! And of course, the necessary man playing the jukebox machine with the monkey mascot clashing cymbals!

Frankfurt is an amusing place, for its finds and the experiences: Some other amusing finds in Frankfurt include Pearlin’s favourite– a Nutelleria (!!!) and guess what?– a Maggi specialty shop (!!!). And of course, Emily and my favourite wooden toy shop! Our most frustrating experience definitely involves the door to our room. It involves some magnetic thing which you must turn in a certain direction a certain number of times. If you were drunk or something, I doubt you can actually open the door. I couldn’t even open it sober! But well, I guess that deters many crimes like rape, since that hostel was right beside the red light district of Frankfurt. Nice fries and cheap sausages though. 🙂 (I LOVE GERMAN SAUSAGES!)

Frankfurt – A City of Contrasts

Frankfurt – A City of Contrasts


Maggi Shop

Frankfurt’s Skyscrapers