Boarded by going down the escalator. More water falling out? Yes, that had occured to me, cringe.

They wished me a pleasant flight and walked onboard. To my amazement it was full. Def. something very big going on in Frankfurt. So late at night.

Put what I could in the overhead and read my copy of Business Traveler.

Push back and BA safety video. Crew was very friendly and warm, much more so than the outgoing flight. Was this all the same day? Wow! what a day this has been.

Now, on the right side, I had the view of the terminals, planes, und alles. I love it!

I was sad to leave Frankfurt, I really do love this place. Have I communicated that yet?

I had intended to call Uli having my German phone card and es tut mir leid , I forgot. I owe you one. Anyway, I say hello now, my friend. It was quite a busy evening.

I also have good friends in Dus and Hamburg. All of my German friends have been very good to me. They send me good packages and are very nice. It is all appreciated, you know that. I love the Christmas package, danke!

Past the terminals and to the runway, turn around, we did the same going to South Africa so that was cool.

Take off, lift off, back to England.

It was cloudy most of the way and you couldn't see much, so read B/T. My seatmate was quiet, we exchanged pleasantries and that was about it.

I did one WC visit. We were in the middle section with the comfy leather seats, while those in the far back had a different, cloth seat and probably less legroom.

The plane did the usual fly over Belgium but could see nichts.

Over the English coastline and cloudy most of the way, some lights.

We came in from the West(near Windsor Castle), something I hadn't done in a very long time, and landed, with a good view of Terminal 3 and all the fun planes therein.

Arrived at the new section of Terminal 1 and lugged my (crap) to passport control.

I was weighed down with what I did have and if they had made me carry my big bertha carry on, I would have been dead. I was tired, it had been a long day, it is a very long walk to arrivals, and I barely made it. Sorry to ask for the sympathy.

It was after 11pm and the last Hoppa, pay bus to the hotels, was at 1130. I was stressing a bit. The line was small but slow moving. Again, some people had more intense questions.

When I got up I asked for a passport stamp on an emtpy page, which he did, said I am trying to make the last Hoppa, which he sympathized,and explained that in 24 hours, I would be on a plane to Israel(yeah). Stamp and out. The last time I did this flight, in November, I asked for a stamp on an empty page, she knocked out half of my beloved and coveted Kiwi stamp from Auckland, was not amused. Everytime I see it I give a growl. Not an easy stamp to get now is it?

Down to bag claim and I had to make tracks. My other suitcase came, onto the cart.
But then the suitcase destined for Tel Aviv came around, that freaked me out. I figured because it was late they would just come around, pick up the bags, and transfer them in the morning, but I played it safe and grabbed it as it made me a bit concerned.

Then came my carry on with a TLV tag on it, that freaked me, as the bag was destined to be left here at London. cringe. I was mad, but got out of there.

Out the exit at Terminal 1 to the coaches and I made it by 5 minutes max, whewww, otherwise, I would have to pay for a taxi to the hotel. Been there, done that, no thanks. Save it for Terminal 4.

Loaded the bags and off to the Marriott we go.

Had to porter the bags myself and it was a quick check in. 4th floor, somewhat of a view of LHR, and I had lounge access.

All my German goodies went to good use. What a day. The room was great and very comfy, though the view of the planes could have been better. Such is life.