Frankfurt

16 hours after leaving Rio I land in Frankfurt airport, for about the hundredth time in my life. It beat Heathrow - 8 degrees and raining.

No ramp thing, so it is a short walk to the waiting bus. I was still dressed Rio style so I nearly froze my cahones off. Baggage collected it was down to the S-Bahn to ride into town. Seconds after sitting down it was like I had never left. Grey people looking out grey windows onto a grey sky. How can a year pass so quickly? I know people say after a 2/3/4 week holiday that it "flew by" but to say that 1 year (1.28% of my probable life expectancy) was over as if I had never gone seems exaggerated. But to be honest, completely true. Some old friends and a smidgen of alcohol eased the whole acclimatising process, but it was still extremely weird.