Go Blue. The immigrant with no luggage.

Since someone has booked a 6am flight again, the day started at 4:30am and by 5:20am I was already through the security and on the way to the gate.

A second after the take off, where you could still recognise faces on the ground, a voluminous lady decided to stretch her legs and despite the order to return to her seat, walked up and down the aisle to cockpit and back.

In the gate in Frankfurt while waiting the Detroit flight to start boarding, Lufthansa crew offered the amazing opportunity to grab the last few free seats in the business class. The upgrade from where rabble like me was sitting, was mere 900 euros. Also few seats next to each other in the Economy Plus had unexpectedly become available and for that seat I would have only needed to pay 350 euros. I decided to pass on those amazing opportunities. However, had they looked more closely into their passenger information and sold the upgrades like “In the cheapest tickets area we have 10 babies travelling today, but for only 900 EUR we have a Business Class seat available in piece and quiet” they probably would have had significantly more success. Add that there is a bunch of people with us today who is using left hand instead of toilet paper and the restroom floor would look more like a shower cabin, they would have had people grabbing those upgrades on the fly.

There were three kids sitting near me, out of whom one was screaming 6 hours of the 9 hour flight. Almost every time, he started to scream, both others felt the team spirit as well and started their choir too. Restrooms, as already mentioned, were so overflowing that I didn’t even want to step in wearing my sneakers. Then again the kids, who walked in the restrooms barefoot, must have thought that Wow, what a well cleaned floor it is! Toilet paper as well as hand towels were a novelty to several fellow travellers, seeing as the used paper had been crammed in every possible hole. Among other also into the toilet seat cover dispenser.

Very wisely I had chosen my seat in the front part of the plane and after getting off the plane, some speed in my step did give me a decent place in immigration line. After getting the audience of the immigration officer I answered some question, got my stamp and was already pleased to have such a smooth process this time. But don’t celebrate before getting out of luggage area, right. I walked bast the luggage belts and right near the customs, 3 border guards were standing. One asked, if that’s all the luggage I have. I was carrying a medium sized backpack and a crossbody. Once he heard that yes, that’s it, he wanted to talk some more. Turned out that the reason for that wasn’t to get tips on travelling light. I had to answer questions like where I come from, where I go, how long I’ll stay and how am I going to live THREE weeks with so few items only. I patted myself on the shoulder that I had to take some items Scott had left behind, because otherwise I would have probably considered taking a purse only. He also wanted to see my passport and know how much cash I have. I had 10 euros. Anyway, got my passport back and could enter the country.