Friday 29th August

We departed from Mainz in the morning and walked for about 10km.  We then met a German youth a little worse for drink, who insisted on getting us a lift with a passing lorry.  He did this by standing in the middle of the road and waving his arms.  We were both quite alarmed, and imagined that he would get flattened.  To our surprise, however, the lorry stopped and we were given a lift to Frankfurt, where we booked into the Youth Hostel. 


In the afternoon we saw something of the city, including the Cathedral.  We were most impressed by the vast numbers of new blocks of shops and flats which have grown up since the war.  Most of the city appears to have been re-built. 



Frankfurt, Germany

In the evening a group of the hostellers formed a choir and sang folk songs at the hostel.  They sang on a veranda and we stood below listening, together with another Englishman.  An old man, who appeared to be in charge of the entertainment, seemed to think that we wished to join the choir.  He arranged for 3 chairs to be brought so that we could sit with the choir – and we had great difficulty in disentangling ourselves.