Ive spent the last few days in Frankfurt, a city which on any given day I dont rate too highly, yet everytime Im here I seem to enjoy myself. Frankers was the first city the eurotrip touched down in, we rolled into the hostel at 7am and met some drunk Irish kicking on from the night before. Turned out they all worked at the pub around the corner and sooner than you can say "luck of the irish" we were having a rocking time. Speaking of Irish, ill be back here next week for St Pats day, Im sure it will be the next best thing to Dublin, tobesuretobesure.
Despite being here for work, Im staying back at the same hostel the "stay and learn" named so because theres a language school attached at at some time in the past your hostel booking used to entitled you to a free german lesson, however these days its not available and such things must be practised over in the local pub instead. The hostel is right in the middle of the red light district, opposite the Hauptbahnhof. Indeed this siginifies the first german word I learnt here "wow, haupt means main, bahn means train and hof mean… errr like place and then they just stick the words together, righteous, how hard can this language be anyway?". I get really sick of hotels when im travelling, Id rather be here in the hostel, hanging out with some cool people although I must admit its a bit strange to be sitting there, busily doing my work each evening, looking over the backpacking kids progressively getting drunker telling stories about how they got lost in cities all over europe, cities which I now know like a second home. Ah but I was once like them: so young and so carefree but alas one cant live on the road forever.
Frankers -> Tallinn -> Frankers -> Stockholm -> Sardinia -> Stockholm
And thats just in two weeks. See, I don’t still live on the road. Hey baby, thats the lifestyle. get some, go again.