On Monday I left Fuessen by train, to Frankfurt (2 degrees C). Tuesday I was going to leave my luggage at the Pension and go shopping. Ghmf… no, I had to be out by 10am, no luggage storage facility. So I very quickly went to the closest supermarket at 8am (dressed in coat and scarf and still freezing) and bought a piece of baked cheesecake for breakfast and a "leeeettle" chocolate to take with me. By 11:30am I was at the airport.... my flight was only at 7:40pm. What a lo ng day that was. The flight was good though, had a window seat and an empty seat next to me. Landed on time in Windhoek and then the surprises started (which they should not have been!!!) 1. Getting out of the plane and it being super hot and the air super dry. 2. How long it took to process the travellers from 1 plane only through immigration! 1.5 hours I stood in line! 3. How much Windhoek had changed since 1996. Very little looks like I remember it. But some things are exact...
This morning I took it slow, caught the bus to the most spectacular place in San Francisco, the Palace of Fine Arts! I had never heard of it and was absolutely misled by the name. I thought it was an art gallery. Not so, it turned out. This beautiful, beautiful structure was erected for the Panama-Pacific Exposition of 1915. Like the Eifel Tower, it was only meant to last one year. It lasted a little longer than that and when it started to fall apart, San Franciscans refused to accept it. Money was raised to take it down to its foundations and rebuild it properly with a metal frame and concrete. It looks like something you would have found in ancient Rome. And next to it there is a lovely lake with ducks and fish and turtles and all sorts of birds. I am glad I went early as when I was leaving, the tour busses started showing up. I had a quiet, peaceful hour. I then hopped on the bus and went to China Town. Well, China Town is China Town. Seen one, seen them all. Lots of cheap stuf...
Back in Germany tonight after 2 glorious weeks in Southern Italy where the people are friendly and the pastries and cakes are ah-mazing. Today was a bit special though. I booked an expensive train ticket with a window seat, direct train from Bologna to Muenchen through the Alps. And then.... no train (no idea why!) "Bus-ah. Out-ah, right-ah, right-ah. Bus-ah eight-eight." I got that and so did some 60 other people. Only no Bus 88 showing up around the two right-hand corners. After 40 minutes a bunch of us we nt back to the station to talk to customer service who told us to go back, 2 busses WILL come. So we wait some more. I of course understand zilch and a lovely Italian lady who can speak a little English, looked after me and ensured I knew what was going on. After an hour and a half one of the young girls decided to check what would happen if she went "left - left" in stead of "right-right" …. and there they were: 2 busses, 2 drivers and 2 assistant...
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