Mildly jet-lagged, we both woke up early. Uncharacteristically, Andre got up at once and decided to start exploring the city. He walked around the center of Frankfurt for a few hours, and discovered that he was virtually on his own - let it henceforth be known that on Sunday morning nobody wanders around in the center in Frankfurt am Main (with the exception of the occasional jet-lagged lunatic). After getting lost twice, he returned to Hotel Victoria for a harty...

Just arrived in Frankfurt. One of the kids didn't feel well - no wonder, after having been forced to wait for seven hours in one of the world's worst airports, Doha. Blissfully, dinner in a nearby Australian restaurant helped to restore him to his regular self. Nita allowed herself a veggie burger, whereas Andre grimly stuck to salad. The restaurent was recommended to us to by the guy from our hotel, named Hotel Victoria. A peculiar coincidence: we stay in hotel ...