2nd last night in Frankfurt...

Frankfurt is one of those cities which superficially look like they are horrible and offer nothing to their inhabitants, but after you dig a little deeper, behind the concrete fascade, you find an ugly city which really has no redeeming features other than a cheesy little square in the middle and the two highest buildings in Europe.

Frankfurt is in fact so nice that the first thing most inhabitants say is "Well you are very central and you can get away very quickly with trains, planes and automobiles". True, the biggest train station and busiest airport in Germany are in Frankfurt (not to mention the legendary Frankfurter Kreuz 4 lane Autobahn), but it is hardly a complement to say that at least you can make a quick getaway when you can't stand the city anymore. Which most people do, about 500.000 people leave Frankfurt every night to travel to more beautiful places. And on Friday most worker-bees hit the ICE or Autobahn to travel "home". It is so bad that Frankfurt on a bank holiday looks like something from a spaghetti western. You expect some tumble weed to blow down the Zeil at any second.

99% of the people are only here for a high paying job, which they will do for a couple of years before pissing off to a cooler place to live properly. A city full of nomads so to say.

The weird thing is that I am quite emotional about leaving. Ok, Ok, so I would probably also get emotional after getting out of prison, but somehow I had some great times here. Same as in Bielefeld, also one of Germany's Low lights. I suppose such crap cities basically force you to make your own amusement (which normally involves copious amounts of alcohol, small rodents and fireworks).

Off to Ireland tomorrow. Mmm Guinness. Mmm Salt and Vinegar crisps. Mmm wind and rain... Huh?