Okay, so I've finally made it to Ludwigsburg after a whole lot of hassles caused by the heat.
First, my train from Hamburg (ICE 1023, it was a bit unusual to ride an ICE 1 through the Rhine Valley, but it had a power outlet for my MPC, and the BordRestaurant served breakfast which the BordBistros on IC trains don't) was delayed enough for me to miss my originally planned connection in Mainz. So I stayed on the train until Frankfurt Airport. The train I was told to take from there (ICE 519) was first announced to be delayed by 20 minutes, then by 40 minutes, then by 50 minutes, then by 60 minutes, and 58 minutes after it should have arrived, it was declared cancelled.
The next possible connection (ICE 577) had an increasing delay, too. A few minutes before it should have arrived, it was announced to arrive at the other platform (the long-distance part of Frankfurt Airport has only got two platforms, and it's usually clear where trains going to where depart). However, I didn't want to haulall my stuff over to the other platform (what with only one lift on my platform working, and that wasn't the closer one), and so I decided to take ICE 915 instead which was almost in time and which was shorter (my first ride on a Velaro, yay), but I thought that there might be enough space since everybody and their grandmothers had changed platforms.
Boy, was I wrong. Even the first class (Pulse Wave travelled in style again) was so crowded that we were standing in the alleys. This, however, was not allowed on the high-speed line between Mannheim and Stuttgart so that everyone who didn't have a seat was "thrown" off the train in Mannheim and told to take ICE 577 which was to depart from the other track at the same platform (and which was delayed by an hour so that it had actually departed from Frankfurt Airport after
Good thing about ICE 577: It wasn't so full, also because it was significantly longer (my first ride on an ICE 4, yay). Not so good: It came in the wrong way around with the first class at the wrong end which meant walking to the other end of the platform. And since the first class was at the end now, I had to walk the whole length of the train with all my luggage (I was the rearmost passenger on the train, didn't quite think this through). Also, this brand-spanking-new train had a flat spot below me, not as bad as on my first train, but still.
The train from Stuttgart to Ludwigsburg was a typical local anachronism. A brand-new TRAXX 3 pulled five Buntlinge (lightweight cars for local and suburban trains, built in the 1960s and 1970s and refurbished in the 1990). No air conditioning (at least the windows can be opened), and getting my luggage into and out of the car was even harder than on the various ICE trains. (By the way, the only kind of ICE I haven't encountered today is the ICE 2.)
So I'm at the hotel now. I've been to town for some shopping (mostly drinks). Seriously, this town is bustling with Bronies, and there were still a few metalheads in town (the Scorpions are playing a concert almost right opposite the GalaCon venue as I write — someone should give Klaus Meine his likeliness as a pony plushie). Now I'm going to take a shower, and then I'm off to the pub meetup at the Towers.