Instant vacation, add water

I did have about 2-3 hours to explore Frankfurt before I had to get back to the airport for Hong Kong. The city was actually a big and positive surprise, I had imagined it like I experienced Berlin a couple of years ago, nothing but slush in the streets and my shoes. The architecture is what I imagine Swiss villages in the Alps look like.





And of course the compulsory porn shops screamed at you the moment you put your foot outside the train station. Except from that the weather was beautiful, I think I got a sunburn, and the kebabs were good. Even the swans were friendly and ate out of your hand. Its probably idiots like me that pass the bird-flu on :)










11 hours further on I touched wheels at Hong Kong Airport, and didn't quite feel up to the task of exploring the damn dirty streets of Hong Kong for 12 hours. But what can you do? Definitely not sit at the airport all that time. So caught the fast train thingy from the airport to the city, which was nice, and I emerged in this huuuge shopping mall. After an hour of not finding my way out of the mall properly, I opened the right door and went smack into a wall of heat and moisture.
My body immediately swelled up and the clothes stuck like cling-wrap. The women at the market whom I bought some t-shirts didn't want to sell me medium size because she couldn't believe I was that size, the way I looked.







Got me some more shirts and some pirated DVD's and a very small breakfast, and I felt like crap after walking aimlessly around the smelly streets for hours. I just wanted to get into an air conditioned environment, and back I went to the mall.
There was a cinema there and I thought that would kill off some time for me so I just could get on with my travel back to Melbourne.



The cinema was so cold that I found myself alternating between dropping my head down because I was dead tired, and then freezing my ass off and concentrating really hard, cause I did want to watch the movie after all.

About a million years later I touched in Melbourne, and after a bus-ride through the city with this scenery:



..I got into a 7-eleven and bought a zone 1 ticket on the trams. After stopping TOOOOO many times to pick up school kids I got flashed in the face with a "Official Tram Ticket Controller" badge, and thought: "noooooo, not today, and not with only a zone 1 ticket." which isn't much good since we live in zone 2.
I had to put on a real show to avoid a ticketing from the nice lady, and probably sounded like a Russian immigrant while trying to explain that "man in seven eleven sold ticket to me, i ask for deakin, he sell.". But after a while of checking my passport out, and luckily not flipping open the page that showed that I didn't arrive for the first time in Australia today, but 5 months ago, she let me go with a warning. Jumping with joy inside I hurried home and sleeeeept.