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Monday 15 September 2014: Where Sparrows Go On Holiday

And so the day of departure arrived. We'd planned it well - we'd take the S9 train from Wiesbaden to the airport. It's a bit quicker because it doesn't go to Mainz first and we'll be in plenty of time for our plane.

We got to the Bahnhof as planned and then waited for the S9.

Which didn't turn up.

No matter, we said, we can take the S8. Ok it takes 10 minutes more but we have time.

Which was just as well. The S8 was not the kind of train that likes to go places. It quite often stopped for no discernible reason in the middle of nowhere. For various lengths of time. Of course there was no announcement to tell us anything. That really would be asking too much, what with us only being paying passengers with a deadline...

It did get to the airport. About 45 minutes later than it should have. And then we looked for where to go. Terminal 2 actually.

We missed the train for that by about 10 seconds. Watched it leave actually. Next one came and we made it to Terminal 2.

I think it's fair to say I was quite grumpy by this point.

So the fact that our check in gate was at the far end of terminal 2 didn't help.

Nor did the debacle of going through security. I can promise you I'm not the type to carry explosives in my shoes. Quite why they had to be xrayed is a bit beyond me. But never mind. It only lasted 10 minutes.

We then spent an hour waiting for our plane. The one that would be punctual like planes always aren't.

Our departure time was 11:45 so it was no surprise that we started boarding at 11:50. And it was no surprise when the announcement came that because 2 passengers decided not to turn up to the gate, all our luggage would have to be unloaded to offload their luggage and we'd be delayed...

Other highlights of the trip were the woman sitting next to us on the plane. Wearing a massive wool cardigan/jacket thing. And a scarf. She found everything G read fascinating. Virtually had her head on G's shoulder the whole way. And then there was Captain Cheese across the aisle. He'd bought half a camembert somewhere and ate it out of the foil. Never seen that before.

And I should tell you about the wait to get our hire car. Wait for an hour, without doing anything else and you'll get an idea.

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