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Where, instead of posting, I nearly died of ick. Of ick, I tell you. So much for "Lufthansa! They're awesome!" as a travel model.
See, here's the thing about the Frankfurt airport. There's nowhere to sit down! I mean nowhere! The seats at the gates are only for the flight next departing, so even if you have a gate number you can't sit down early. "We'll open that in half an hour," people kept telling me. All a lie.
And outside the gates, between passport control and the end of the terminal, there are ... four chaires, all reserved for handicapped folks. And six benches under the stairs, all of which appear to be permanently occupied by zonked backpackers.
And if you sit on the floor, people come by every two minutes and yell at you until you stand up. And me with a four hour layover!
So your options are pretty much "walk around" or "eat at the only cafe this sıde of passport control and security."
A-ha! I hear you say. So it's all a clever scheme to make money.
Except ... there's no money exchange and no ATM this side of passport control. No. Really. So there one is with USD and nowhere to spend them! I finally tracked down a place that sold espresso drinks and took credit cards, which was good, because it was still morning in my head, and I had, like, six transfers to go. (Now I'm down to four!) Anyway, I bought a mediocre cappucino to rent my chair -- but there was nothing to do there for a brain-dead person, because (haha!) although the airport is a t-mobile.de hotspot? You can't sign up for a day pass unless you already have a username and password! No shit!
Oh, Frankfurt, I'm so giving you negative points on the website that scores airports-to-get-stuck-in.
Especially since -- did I mention? -- there's no signage. And for some connecting flights, you don't just have to go through passport control, you have to go through security again! Oy!
See, here's the thing about the Frankfurt airport. There's nowhere to sit down! I mean nowhere! The seats at the gates are only for the flight next departing, so even if you have a gate number you can't sit down early. "We'll open that in half an hour," people kept telling me. All a lie.
And outside the gates, between passport control and the end of the terminal, there are ... four chaires, all reserved for handicapped folks. And six benches under the stairs, all of which appear to be permanently occupied by zonked backpackers.
And if you sit on the floor, people come by every two minutes and yell at you until you stand up. And me with a four hour layover!
So your options are pretty much "walk around" or "eat at the only cafe this sıde of passport control and security."
A-ha! I hear you say. So it's all a clever scheme to make money.
Except ... there's no money exchange and no ATM this side of passport control. No. Really. So there one is with USD and nowhere to spend them! I finally tracked down a place that sold espresso drinks and took credit cards, which was good, because it was still morning in my head, and I had, like, six transfers to go. (Now I'm down to four!) Anyway, I bought a mediocre cappucino to rent my chair -- but there was nothing to do there for a brain-dead person, because (haha!) although the airport is a t-mobile.de hotspot? You can't sign up for a day pass unless you already have a username and password! No shit!
Oh, Frankfurt, I'm so giving you negative points on the website that scores airports-to-get-stuck-in.
Especially since -- did I mention? -- there's no signage. And for some connecting flights, you don't just have to go through passport control, you have to go through security again! Oy!
