Day 6 dawns, and it's time to get out of Amsterdam. It's sad because I'm starting to get my bearings here, and I feel that schlaucheijkn is really starting to take off as a word. But it's sort've exciting; in a couple of hours I'll be in a completely new country. That doesn't happen every day at home. For the first time ever I feel like a bit of a backpacker, as I re-stuff all my belongings into my pack, and unzip the shoulder straps so now I can carry it on my back. Prior to this I utilised its inbuilt wheels to pretend I really wasn't a backpacker. I'm not staying in no hostel, I'm better than that. But as I put it on my back, I can't help but feel that its weight is, dare I say, weighing me down to that level. No way; I make actual money, and I pay premium prices for my beers and accommodation, I have my own room and bathroom *****es. It's just easier to carry this way ok? Anyway, as I put it on my back and walk off down the street to the tram stop, I'm actually a little happy with my choice as I see Daniel wheeling his bag up hills (hang on, we're in Holland, there are no hills. I mean stairs) up to the tram stop, and then struggling to find a place to stow his bag on the busy tram. Just because I have a pack I'm not immune to that either though, because it's actually hard to be a single person but looking like two people, and trying to fit into a crowded tram without bumping into people. On the positive, we saw two lesbians full on making out on the tram. God bless you Amsterdam. As the tram arrives at Amsterdam Centraal, we jump out and head into the station, and find the platform we need to catch the train to Frankfurt. We decided it'd be good to have a bite to eat before we boarded and found a little café to grab some breakfast. The frikking Dutch fools decided it was a good idea to have a really hot serving tray, and I burnt my hand getting my breakfast roll. Top form p****. After breakfast we realised that our tickets allowed us free entry into the first class lounge at the station, so we headed in and relaxed there with free drinks. I noted that free alcohol was not accessible till after 11, so I'll make sure that next time I'm taking a train out, it'll be well after then to take advantage of this. At about quarter past 10 we boarded the train, found our seats and settled in for the few hour trip to Frankfurt. As the train pulled out, we said goodbye to Amsterdam, and quite literally before I could even finish saying Amsterdam, we were out of the city. I got comfortable in our first class seats (I told you I was no backpacker), whacked on some tunes, watched the countryside roll by, and decided now would be a good time to start my blog to keep my friends at home in the loop with what I was up to, so I began it. This blog you're reading of me now writing a blog, is not the blog that I am right now describing writing. I had to catch up, so the blog I wrote on this train was my first few days. Don't be confused. Despite my best attempts to keep an eye on when we changed countries, at some point we crossed from The Netherlands and into Germany. Sadly there was no fanfare whatsoever. I expected high fives, an applause, even a PA announcement saying we'd crossed into Germany, but nothing. It's like nothing happened. Personally I was so excited inside; I'd just made it into yet another new country!!! You can't do it so simply at home, so it's not something I take for granted! As we entered Germany, we headed up to the snack bar for some lunch and a beer. From the perspective of the beer, it really sucked. Who in their right mind thinks that beer is better not cold? Fools. But it was still pretty cool to be able to have a beer on the train, so it didn't matter that much! After a few hours on the train, we pulled up into Frankfurt Main station. We disembarked, and almost immediately we found a little stall that sold German sausages. Daniel and I had a single dish, while Johnny took shares in the whole store with what he got. Thanks to this legendary bloke who's awesome at booking things (his name rhymes with herald), our hotel was only a couple of hundred metres from the station. Which was really good as I didn't have to keep up this backpacker look for long. Also, bonus - it turns out Amsterdam is the only place that's rainy. As soon as we were in Frankfurt it was warm and sunny, to the point I went and got sunscreen to protect my delicate sun sensitive skin. And as soon as we were checked in, for the first time on this trip, I had shorts on! After checking in, we headed out to explore the city a bit. We got a block away, and Johnny (Daniel and I have started calling Dad 'Johnny'. We think he seriously loves it, makes him feel a bit more youthful) realised he'd forgotten his camera, and had to turn around to retrieve it. Johnny's really loving the photos on this trip, so of course he's gotta go back and get it. Unfortunately for him he left Daniel and I right outside a bar, and by the time he got back we were well settled in. We each had a beer at the pub and continued on our way to do some sightseeing. As we only had a couple of nights in Frankfurt, we realised time was of the essence, and therefore we decided to jump on a double decker tourist bus to explore the city - we're that cool! We purchased a ticket for tomorrow, and the friendly guide gave us a circuit today for free, and we jumped up top on board! We completed the whole circuit on the bus, and jumped off as it got back to Frankfurt Main. Frankfurt's not bad - they call it 'Mainhattan' because it's on the Main River and it has skyscrapers like Manhattan, but I've been to New York and this place isn't fooling me, even if I do kind've appreciate the bad pun that has made its name. As there was still plenty of daylight left in the day, we decided to head into the centre of town and go up the Main Tower, a 200 metre skyscraper offering views of the city up on its rooftop. We headed on up and got some pretty spectacular views of the city and its surrounds. Once we were finished there, I decided that I'd got my bearings pretty well for this town, and very quickly got us lost. While we didn't find the river as I was intending, we did find the centre of town, and explored a bit of it. Luckily I wasn't so lost that I couldn't find my way back to the hotel, and very quickly got my navigation right and found our way back to the accommodation. As Daniel and I hadn't devoured most of Frankfurt's sausage supplies earlier, we were still a little hungry, and crossed back to the station for some food. I couldn't let an opportunity like this slip, so in we went to a German McDonald's, where it was fun to have to point to the menu because our server had no idea of English. Lucky Big Mac holds true in all languages, so I found it was pretty easy. As in Amsterdam, it was also remarkably similar to home, except for the bun which again was more toasted and warm. We got back to the hotel, joined Johnny for a well earned drink in the room, and then hit the sack, keen to get a good night's sleep for a massive day in Frankfurt tomorrow. One week down!