Saturday morning. After Grasshopper has gone for his run, Schatz and I meet him in the hotel for breakfast. I had a slightly sore head. I’m not sure if Grasshopper did, too. I’m sure a run and shower will have got rid of that for him. For me, my sore head disappeared after five coffees and a cooked breakfast.
Off to the Altstadt. Coffee and spaghetti ice. Grasshopper and I upload to Facebook yet more German “food porn” photos. It has to be done. A trip along the Rhine on a boat. More pics, and not just of food porn. Schatz is shattered. She heads
home to the hotel for a well-earned siesta. Grasshopper and I head to Kaiswerswerth for that German classic, the currywurst. A short stroll to the river bank for more pics and to walk our currywurst off.
Back to hotel. Power nap or lie-down for an hour or so.
Freshened up, we had to a nearby Bavarian pub. Grasshopper has his Jägerschnitzel. I choose Schlemmerpfanne. Schatz chooses salmon, the healthy option. More food porn photos are uploaded to Facebook. Grasshopper and I enjoy our Apfelstrudel. More food porn photos are uploaded to Facebook. A few more glasses of Pils are enjoyed. All three of us are merry. Schatz treats us. Star! For Grasshopper is our honoured guest.
Schatz heads to bed. Grasshopper and I chat in the hotel bar. 41 years of “remember when…?” to catch up on.
The following morning it is time to say goodbye to Grasshopper. Before he gets into his taxi, we
hug shake hands. It’s been an excellent weekend. Rarely have I met such a good bloke, an interesting guy and very likeable, as Grasshopper. It was a privilege and pleasure to meet him after 41 years. And yes, so, we did get on face to face as we did online.
Grasshopper, let’s not leave it another 41 years, eh!
Have a friendly day, won’t you!