We're delighted to be home after a horrendous return trip.
Bergen in Norway threw more torrential rain at us on the last day which delayed our flight by 40 minutes. The hour we had in Frankfurt to transfer to Singapore dwindled to minutes but we decided to make a run for it anyway. It was ghastly!!!
We had to get from A14 to Z62 - couldn't have been further apart - I don't do running and midway, trapped on a concrete staircase with 20 screaming teenage boys I wanted to opt out - but we continued running along marble corridors, pounding over conveyor belts, puffing like a grampus (me) only to get to Z62 three minutes after the doors closed.
Frankfurt airport closes at 11pm and as we arrived at the Lufthansa service out-station it closed - so back along the conveyor belts and train to A where a nice man issued us with hotel vouchers and arranged for our luggage to accompany us tomorrow. Then we couldn't get out - back to B then A again - no-one around except people sleeping in corners and the odd staff member disappearing around the corner on a bicycle. I really wanted to mug one for his bicycle. Finally we found the outside and the hotel shuttle bus - us and a hundred other cross, tired travellers, all going to this poxy little motel with no airconditioning. Dinner was available but no tea or coffee because it was "too late". (Travelling with Merryle spoils you for lesser hotels. )
A day in Frankfurt airport wasn't too bad and we caught the flight 24 hours later but - you've guessed it - no luggage in Singapore. Lufthansa was very helpful and gave us cash for immediate needs and I am hopeful both cases will turn up so that I can do the laundry.
Our travel agent rescheduled us on Jetstar Business so it was lovely to be able to stretch our legs out and relax to Melbourne, collect the car and head home.
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