This was always going to be a stopover because Frankfurt, as even the Germans will tell you, is little more than a connection to your next destination. The side trip to Prague (see previous posts) had to be cancelled so one night is all I have here.
My flight to Buenos Aires doesn't leave till late, so I have all day to see if this city is really as sobering as everyone says. There have been two pleasant surprises so far which instil optimism. First the guy at the tourist centre. On approaching him with my best o-level German, "Specken Zie English?", he actually closed his eyes as if in prayer, then slowly opened them again. "That's my job." Jaded and contemptuous though he was, his instructions to the hotel were detailed and perfect. It cost 3.90 euros from the airport all the way to the room 106 at the Mercator Hotel, in just less than an hour. Tutonic efficiency.
The other suprise was the "restaurant near you" recommendation from selected-restaurants.com, called Zur Schonen Mullerin and interestingly run not buy a German but a Thai. The apple bratwurst stuffed with bacon and cheese was one of their house specialties. This, a large beer plus a complimentary peach schnapps, and I was ready to pass out.
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