Sunday 21 April 2013

on the road 5

Frankfurt airport, terminal 1, baggage reclaim.
A group of Germans on their way back home from Washington DC via Heathrow. Probably parents, their friends and some daughters in their twenties.
In Heathrow I have already noticed them as they are just louder than the rest. Not as loud as some Americans or Spaniards could be but still loud, in a self-confidently German way.
They make a lot of jokes, I blame it on the jetlag. The jokes are not overly funny.
Some men wear Camp David shirts and some women "I love NY" hoodies, what more can I say...
They speak with a light northern accent with sounds annoying (no offence please...for me every dialect north of Frankfurt and west of Berlin sounds like that).
Waiting for their bags they try to outdo each other with stories of all the amazing things that happened to them in "Hollister"...and "Abercrombie & Fitch"...and "Victoria´s Secret".
Just to make sure even the last person impatiently waiting for their suitcase to arrive has understood where they have been on holidays. They make themselves comfortable on the seats next to the conveyor belts and take their shoes of...in order to get access to their compression stockings.
Always prepared, always efficient.
One girl shouts proudly: "THEY ARE THE ORIGINAL HOSPITAL ONES!!!! I STOLE THEM THERE MYSELF LAST YEAR!!!!"

I have just realized I´m not in England anymore.

2 comments:

  1. Als leidenschaftliche Beobachterin liebe ich Flughäfen und sauge die Atmosphäre regelrecht auf, deshalb mag ich diesen Content besonders. ;-) Leider stecke ich Menschen in La-Martina-oder Camp-David-Outfits in bestimmte Schubladen, dann springt sofort mein Kopfkino an...

    Off-Topic: Falls Du demnächst an der einen deutschen Uni weilen solltest, hätte ich Zeit auf einen Kaffee.

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  2. weird... and quite annoying i guess :)

    for the bachelorette thing... nightmare is not the worst description, especially when they tried to dress me up like a red light lady... pure horror having three girls all over me, pulling my skirt up... but the real "fun" started after we left... well, glad it's over and i'll never have to do it again :D

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