Sweat is dripping down my back as I struggle to push and pull my two suitcases and my backpack though the fifth coach of the train to Frankfurt. “I’m sorry” I say with an apologetic smile as I bump into the third handbag of a stranger.
Tag: life abroad
I don’t know about you but about 95% of my past flights were “the cheapest option I could find”. “The most convenient” regarding service or layover times are usually in the lower category of my priority list. My rule is: if I can get to my destination whilst saving a couple of hundred euros, I happily chose the smaller seats and the lack of service on and off the plane. When I then get on that low-cost plane, however, I often regret my choice.