At Frankfurt...

Getting here was half the fun, but I got here.

United/Mesa were their usual selves getting me out of Durango. The plane was supposed to leave at 3:00 pm but arrived only at 3:10. It left at 3:45. When you consider it takes one hour to fly to Denver, that left a mere 20 minutes for me to get to the Lufthansa gate in Denver.

Upon arrival, it turns out the departing United puddle-jumper hasn´t cleared our gate. Yummy. Another 10 minutes shot.

By the time I deplane, I have 7 minutes to get to my departure gate, which naturally is in another concourse. When I get to the concourse, I run up to the display of departing flights, only to find no mention of Lufthansa or Frankfurt.

Then I hear the announcement, "Final call for Lufthansa flight 446, for Frankfurt. All passengers should proceed..." etc. No gate is mentioned. I end up wandering concourse A and literally shoutig "Lufthansa!" I find the gate before attracting unwelcome attention.

Pardon the errors, but this is being typed at one of those finger-punishing public terminals in the B concourse in Frankfurt. More later.

Cheers...

In Moscow...

Well, I made it to Moscow without any problem. The same cannot be said for my luggage, which is still in Denver!

Fortunately, I had the foresight to stage some items ahead of time with my sister-in-law, including a couple of changes of underwear, a sweater, a pair of sneakers, and a bottle of gin.

In short, all the essentials of life.

We are scheduled to be out on the street tomorrow at oh-dark-thirty for the trip to the airport. I have no idea how my bag will catch up with me, but I am told I am not the first person this has happened to, and that successful reunions have been effected in the past.

I remain hopeful.

In other news, I have a number of emails to respond to offering work. The ol' cup runneth over, big time.

Frankfurt was a depressing airport. As I walked from the B concourse to the A concourse to catch my final connection to Moscow, I noticed a peculiar pattern in the floor tiles that I noticed some years ago, which depressed me then. The lighting was muted, as well.

Duty free was the same-old, same-old stuff, except more expensive. An Apple iPod Photo cost about 750 euros, or more than $800. (What a deal!)

It's getting late, and I need to get to sleep. Travel day tomorrow.

Cheers...