I made it to Frankfurt .. Next stop Seattle.



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I made it to Frankfurt .. Next stop Seattle.


[From Wikipedia]
Hamburg, a major port city in northern Germany, is connected to the North Sea by the Elbe River. It’s crossed by hundreds of canals, and also contains large areas of parkland. Its central Jungfernstieg boulevard connects the Altstadt (old town) and the Neustadt, passing Binnenalster lake, dotted with boats and surrounded by cafes and restaurants. Oysters and traditional Aalsuppe (soup) are local specialties.
I did the best I could with the day-and-a-half and rain/ freezing rain at times in Hamburg! I will have to try to come back in summer some time, when the weather is warmer. The HafenCity* area’s development continues, even after 15 years since it had started, and I would love to spend more time there when it had been completed.
*HafenCity is an urban center with many shops, restaurants, hotels and cultural venues as well as rising visitor numbers. More than 2,000 people now live in HafenCity as a whole; there are more than 5,000 students at the various academic institutions; upwards of 10,000 employees work in more than 500 businesses. It aspires to generate and use clean energy and be a model for the new cities that will have to be built around the world this century.















I learned on Monday night that Wednesday – the day of my scheduled departure from Frankfurt to Seattle – is going to be an ugly day at Frankfurt airport. A massive service workers’ union strike forced Lufthansa to cancel 350 flights at Frankfurt, including the one I had to get there for the Frankfurt to Seattle flight. So I pushed out my return by a day .. and thought to squeeze in one more train trip : one from Copenhagen to Hamburg. (I plan to fly early Thursday from Hamburg to Frankfurt). The train ride was quite something. When Deutsche Bahn engineers design and build tracks for their trains, they stop at almost nothing. The train track runs across bridges to cross rivers and narrow channels, and into tunnels to go through hills, or underground. And for a ferry crossing, such as the one between Denmark and Germany that crosses the Fehmarn Belt Strait, they built a train track right on the ferry’s deck, to ferry the whole freaking train across the strait. Or at least half the train. At our final station in Denmark (Roedby), the front four cars were disconnected from the rest of the train. As we reached the ferry, the train cars were run onto the ferry, passengers and all. Then we were shooed off the train (the train is locked for the ferry crossing) to go onto the ferry itself during the crossing, and we boarded the train again before the ferry docked. And the train ran off the ferry onto the track and into Puttgarden station. ‘Welcome to Germany’ announced the conductor.








I could see a bridge far away from my hotel room and discovered that it is the Øresund Bridge to Malmö in Sweden : a combined railway and motorway bridge across the Øresund strait between Sweden and Denmark. The bridge runs nearly 8 kilometres from the Swedish coast to the artificial island of Peberholm in the middle of the strait. So! I have to go, I thought, and besides, my feet and legs needed a break from walking all over the city of Copenhagen in between bus rides and train rides. I literally just had time to make the ride out there, look around the Central Station for 15 minutes, and then catch the train back again.





Here are some of my favorite pictures from Saturday afternoon and Sunday. Yes, the Danes are very friendly and laid-back, and they speak good English. Watch out for bicycles : they go fast, so do not step into the bike lane or cross it before looking both ways! The public transport is top notch. Even the buses have display screens for the routes, and the connections at the next stop.

















I am spending a few days in Copenhagen* before heading west, home. The flight from Frankfurt to Copenhagen this morning was just an hour, but it took a while to get here : there was trouble with the on-board computer of the incoming plane, and another one had to be found.
*I thought I would check up on ‘The World’s Happiest Country’ .. as Denmark is frequently referred to when ‘happiness indexes’ are compiled.










I made it into Frankfurt. We left Cape Town more than an hour late, after midnight.

We arrived into Paris some 11 hours later, shortly after noon on Friday. From there, the Hop! Embraer 190 commuter jet took us to Frankfurt.
I met my brother and nephew for lunch on Tuesday. We picked the swank Westin Hotel restaurant in the city’s Foreshore district. My nephew ordered a chocolate milkshake (not on the menu) to go with his lunch – and to their credit, they were up to it. ‘It will just take a little time’, said our server.




After I had dropped my friend Marlien at the airport on Sunday afternoon, I drove out to Camps Bay. There are two ways to get there from Cape Town : across the ‘neck’ of Table Mountain called Kloofnek (a kloof is a ravine), or along the Atlantic coastline through Greenpoint and Seapoint. I picked the Kloofnek road out there, and wanted to drive back along the coast, but found the late Sunday afternoon traffic too much, so I went back the same way I had come.




My friend Marlien and I ran out to the Victoria & Alfred Waterfront in Cape Town, the way we normally do when she visits me here. We did not stay too long, though : a blustery wind came up and made it unpleasant, and so we left early. I see my picture of the Enigma XK does not quite do it justice. Checking into it again later, I found out that it used to be a fisheries patrol vessel, but has been turned into a luxury expedition yacht ! I think that some of the spectacular pictures on the link were taken in Antarctica.


We made our 1 hr 20 min ‘hop’ from Frankfurt to Paris’s Charles de Gaulle airport this morning, and then took the long south-bound flight (11 h 20 mins) to Cape Town. It was 10 pm local time at our arrival. As I got into my rental car and started driving, I kept telling myself to keep left ! keep left ! (Driving in South Africa is on the left hand side, same as in the UK). There’s a much larger risk that one would drive in the wrong direction late at night when the streets are deserted.



It’s 6.00 am on Tuesday morning here in Frankfurt and I am back at the airport, checked in for my trip to Cape Town with a stop in Paris. There is stepped up security in place, or at least for Paris. My hand luggage was searched thoroughly. (I’m all those chargers and cables for my gadgets make for an ugly image on the baggage scanner).


We left Seattle on time and traveled without incident. I sat next to a guy that told me he was on his way to Nuremberg in Bavaria to Adidas headquarters to talk to them about their e-commerce* efforts. Frankfurt was sunny and a decent 50°F/ 10°C at our arrival.
*A general term meaning the buying and selling of goods and services, or the transmitting of funds or data, over an electronic network, primarily the Internet. These business transactions occur either business-to-business, business-to-consumer, consumer-to-consumer or consumer-to-business.



It is time to start my journey to South Africa on Saturday morning. I’m making a stop in Frankfurt before picking up Air France there for Cape Town. I tried to generate a graphic itinerary in Google Maps but ended up drawing the flights in. Google only offers graphics for flights between one start point and one end point. As for driving, it offered a fascinating road trip from Paris to Cape Town : 172 hrs of drive time, with a ferry crossing across the Mediterranean, following the Trans-Sahara Highway through Algeria and Niger, and then another ferry to get across the mighty Congo River at Brazzaville. Now that would be a trip to remember.

I am planning a trip to South Africa in April, and so my nightly ‘game’ of scouring the connections to Cape Town on a variety of on-line travel booking sites (Expedia, Orbitz, Kayak) and the airline sites themselves had been going on for a while. First one has to find an itinerary with decent connections, and then it is a whole new ball of wax to figure out how to pay for it if you are Mr Frequent Flyer with several accounts with air miles in them.

So last night it was time to buy a ticket. BUY IT RIGHT NOW, I thought. The Europe connection to Cape Town is the hardest. It’s usually between London, Amsterdam, Frankfurt or Paris as a connecting city, to get me to Cape Town, and usually with a stop in Johannesburg. I found a direct Paris to Cape Town and was about to buy an Air France ticket on Expedia when I thought : let me log on to airfrance.com and see if I can use at least some miles to pay for the ticket. Hmm. A pitiful 3,000 miles on my Flying Blue account. Maybe I can transfer in miles from my American Express Membership Awards account. Yes. 60,000 miles available to transfer. Great. For a business class seat in, and a premium economy back, I still needed 57,000 more. Man. Let’s see what happens when I try to pay with partly miles, and partly dollars.. voila! Air France let me buy extra miles at the bargain rate of €1.10/ dollar .. and they have a sale until March 18. They throw in an extra 50% miles in addition to the ones you buy. So buying 38,000 got me 19,000 for free. So : all told, an almost business class return fare for US$1,100. Not bad at all. That kind of fare on the open market goes for at least $6,000 and Nelson Rockefeller I am not! (Of course : it took several years to rack up the American Express miles that I now burnt up in one go. But hey, that’s what they are there for).
I got to go home on Wednesday, and I drove out to San Francisco airport with the hope of getting onto an earlier flight. There was a 4.35 pm a 7.30 pm in addition to the confirmed seat I had on the 8.30 pm. No 3 on the stand-by list for the 4.35 pm was not good enough, but I made it into a middle seat on the 7.30 pm : an acceptable trade-off for my window seat on the 8.30.

I picked up my rental car again today and drove up on
Highway 101 from the airport through the city and onto Broadway. Man! There are plenty of one-way streets, stop signs, bus only and bike only lanes, and pedestrians to watch out for. Once I reached Broadway, I told myself : park the car now; you cannot ogle at everything and drive at the same time. I was shocked to actually find a parking space, but I did, and I could walk around a bit to explore Broadway and a few blocks close by.












We completed our work session late afternoon, and we have another one early Monday morning, so it was hardly worth for me to fly back home for a very short weekend. And so I’m staying over in the City. I took the rental car back to Hertz, and I took the train into the city. (I will pick up the rental car again on Sunday).
I am staying in a Marriott close to Union Square. There was a little drizzly rain in the air as I went out for a walk, but barely enough to make the streets and pavements wet.
I took BART out to San Francisco to spend the day at my firm’s office in the Embarcadero. The Ferry Terminal is close by, and it was warm enough to enjoy the cool air and sunshine by the waterside during lunch.





I ignored Saturday’s baffling and crazy mass shooting in Kalamazoo, Michigan* and ordered an Uber driver nonetheless, to get me to the airport today. The driver was fine, but I really should take the train next time. We got completely stuck in traffic for 15 minutes even before we got to Interstate 5.
*Uber is a popular online taxi dispatch company (rides are ordered with a smart-phone app). Uber does vet its drivers and does background checks on them. During Saturday night in Kalamazoo, a forty-something Uber driver – a dad with two kids, no criminal record – shot eight people in cold blood at three locations, for no apparent reason whatsoever. Six people dead. He was found and stopped after seven hours. He really had no explanation to offer for his actions at his arraignment today.
