Checked in

I am checked in at my hotel. Finally.

It's an old bordello and does not have heating. Instead, I get the flashy lights of the Red Light District in my window to augment the cold draft. The blanket is thin, a pillow non-existent, and I REALLY don't want to know what that thing under my bed is.

But, hey, I am in Frankfurt. What else could I ask for?Read more