Like the song goes, Train and Boats and Planes. Actually, Trains and Blokes and Planes. I hadn’t planned a great deal for Grasshopper’s weekend. He’s easy, he says. No point in timetabling every minute. We head to the Altstadt. We decide a coffee at an Irish pub is the obvious choice. Coffee, craic and more chat. We decide not to sing any of our dads’ politically incorrect songs from their days in Northern Ireland.
We have about three hours to kill before Schatz is due to arrive. We walk and talk along to the Rheinufer to get the typical touristy panorama pics. Then I see the Rheinturm TV tower in the distance.
Grasshopper uses his German skills to buy our tickets at the Rheinturm.
Views, tea and apple cake with whipped cream. It’s got to be done, hasn’t it.
Energy levels starting to sap after a while. Grasshopper has been up since 04:00 UK time. Back to our hotel. Grasshopper checks in. I nip to the local post office to pick up a package.
Schatz arrives. We check in. We then meet up with Grasshopper at the appointed hour on the nail.
Taxi to Altstadt again. Cocktail bar. Planters punch, mai thai, Tom’n’cherry. A few more rounds. All three of us chat. We reminisce. We get merry. Schatz speaks in English. More in one evening down the cocktail bar than in years of us being together. Result!
Grasshopper is as WYSIWYG in real life as he is over the internet. Diamond geezer.
We make our way back to our hotel. Schatz heads to bed. Grasshopper and I continue chatting in the hotel bar till near midnight.
Shortly before midnight, my head hits my pillow after a quick glug of water to rehydrate.
It’s been a great day. I hope I don’t have a sore head in the morning…
Have a reminiscing day, won’t you!