I had arrived to a good amount of rain in FRA early the next morning. After what appeared to be a half-hour taxi, we arrived in the nether-regions of T1, which was a 15-minute walk to the transfer desk. Unfortunately I had arrived in the one non-EU line heading towards the A-terminal behind several families, resulting in about a 15-minute wait...for about 2 families. I soon found out why, with the officer asking for many details, including which countries I was visiting, if I had cash, what credit cards I was carrying, etc etc. I quickly hurried over to the train to the A terminal to my gate.

Seen from the train:


LH860
FRA-OSL
15/8/2014
Booked: A320
Flown: A320 D-AIZZ

As soon as I reached the gates I was intrigued to see the self-boarding gates.


As it was just about the scheduled boarding time, the gate lice quickly formed around the gate.


Also interesting to see airport staff riding bikes in the terminal


For the self-boarding gates you scan your ticket and pass to the left of the stand. At the gate there is still a larger passageway where the GA can scan tickets and help those that needed the assistance. Interestingly after the GA called boarding for those who needed assistance, there was no priority boarding and everything was a free-for-all. Among those in the free-for-all were the standby passengers...standing in front of the self-boarding gates. After a little shoving the stairs in front sadly indicated a remote stand.

Bus (before it was packed) before heading to the plane:


After we got off the bus it felt like everyone on my left was going right to board on the back of the plane and everyone on my right was going left to board on the front of the plane. Eventually I settled into my (sadly) slimline window seat somewhere in the depths of the Y cabin. At this point I'm running on about 1-2 hours of sleep in the previous 40 hours and it was only 10am. I didn't even bother reclining the seat, though I'm not entire sure why...

Obligatory legroom shot:


I thought I may have been hallucinating, as a small container of müsli soon appeared on my tray table. Food? On a flight less than 2 hours? Am I in a foreign country? Then I remembered I was on LH and not UA.

It tasted a lot better than it looked. Trust me


I washed it down with some more coffee and in no time the plane was descending into Oslo and I was about to begin my vacation.

OSL!