Frankfurt, after coming straight from breakfast at First Beach and a walk around Lost Lagoon (Vancouver for the geographically challenged), I emerge at the same time of day in Frankfurt, albeit a day later. With no sleep, I'm experiencing just that kind of lost in time feeling that only happens in airports, which was captured quite well in Fight Club. 'Could I wake up as a different person?' Still two more flights and ten more hours before I'm home. Luckily I have a good haul of media consumables and duty free to keep me company when I get there.