In Holding Pattern at FRA

Well, here I sit at the Flughaf­fen Frank­furt. Its about 8am, and we got in a little ahead of sched­ule at 6:45am. No sleep, but then I decided that that would be best in the end and forewent the sch­laf­fendrage (sic). Feel a wee bit fatigued, but not too bad yet. The 777 is a pretty sweet ride. The enter­tain­ment sys­tem has all the choices you could want for any length of flight. Seat pitch about the same, but it was one bumpy ride most of the way. Its just light­en­ing up in FRA and I have a rather lengthy lay­over. Tried to move to an earlier flight as there are Lufthansa flights for München every hour, but they tell me that with my fare, I would have to pay a hefty sur­charge. Not quite sure where the air­line eco­nomy is in that, but alas. We’ll just kick back for a bit and wait it out.
Frank­furt always seems (and is abso­lutely) removed from nation­al­ity. Every­one is on their way some­where or in between places. Its has that tran­si­ent feel­ing about it.
Saw the final Pir­ates of the Carib­bean, which was amus­ing then watched a string of sit­coms, includ­ing a Brit­ish one about pale­on­to­lo­gists deal­ing with dino­saurs in mod­ern day Eng­land and a US one called 10 items of Less which seemed quite good as well. A couple Office epis­odes, a Eureka and ‘Til death. All good.
Eng­lish is spoken in the air­port here more than Ger­man it seems, but then that seems to be the memory for here. About an hours walk to get where I am in the ter­minal. We shall see what we find in München.
No wire­less in the ter­minal that I can find.