My first ever flight in my entire life was pretty uneventful. Takeoff and landing were kind of exciting, and I was glued to the window like a kid during most of it. Above the clouds! That's kind of awesome. But first things first:
I got up at 5:45 am, stuffed my last remaining things into my backpack, grabbed the last remaining trash, and went out the door. Wrote some sentimental SMS to a few people while walking to the Göttingen train station. There I got on the ICE to Frankfurt, and sat down on a seat next to a very uptight lady. I find it kind of interesting how you sometimes know that you really won't get along with someone, without even having exchanged a single word.
Frankfurt Airport is kinda big. Having never ever been on a plane before, I was just a little lost... If it wasn't for all the signs and friendly people willing to help out a noob like myself, I probably wouldn't even have made it to check-in. Only 2 hours to kill at Frankfurt (and they died to a hot chocolate, a croissant and a couple of long queues), and we finally got on the plane.
The captain had such a horrible accent, I think I didn't understand a single thing he said, but apparently, they weren't all that vital anyway. Cue starry-eyed child pose.
Amazingly enough, I seem to have been lucky: The seat next to me was free, so I had a lot more legspace than I'd anticipated.
I even met someone on the plane who is also going to Singapore to study. He's called Gero and somehow guessed where I was going when we were standing in line to get to the toilet... He mentioned a french girl who was also going to NUS apparently. Funny :)
2 movies, lunch, sandwiches and coffee later, and here I am - Doha, Qatar. A lot less confusing than Frankfurt, a lot smaller too. The plane didn't dock at a terminal (don't they usually?), but dropped us off in the middle of nowhere, complete with those funny staircase cars and shuttle buses! Now that's an airport I like. None of that "Board the plane without ever hitting ground level" crap... That seems so depersonalized to me. Anyways, the heat out here is incredible. We landed at dusk, and it was still 32°C. The shuttle's AC was running so hard there was dew on the windows.
Now I'm sitting in the waiting area at the airport. Checked out the Duty-Free store, and why is it that these things never have any non-alcoholic beverages for sale? Didn't find any in Frankfurt at least. After a lot of looking around (Hmm, should I buy a PS3? New headphones?) I grabbed a bottle of "pure drinking water", cooled, yay! Tried to pay for it with my credit card, that I still haven't got used to, and it turned out it was only 1.- Qatar Riyal, which apparently equals about 0.20€ so the clerk gave it to me for free. That's nice hospitality :)
4 hours to kill before my next flight. I don't want to sleep, can do that on the plane... but I really don't want to miss the sunrise above the clouds, because that's something I really want to see! Cue dreamy gaze.
With the stress and annoyances of the last few days finally gone, it's really nice to be on the move.
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