So, all in all, a most enjoyable trip to Wolfenbüttel last weekend, visiting childhood, pads brat haunts in the days when the British Army of the Rhine (BAOR) (“Besatzungsarmee”) were resident at BFPO 33.
More later as I warm up into reminisce mode. But first of all, switch on rant mode. Stand by for the next bit to sound like a clip from That’s Life.
After settling in at our hotel, I asked reception to order me a taxi to Danziger Strasse, where our family’s old pad was. The miserable, sullen taxi driver from
Altstadt Alt-Twat Taxis (turned up ten minutes later, barking orders at someone on his mobile. He drove me and the Lovely Doctor C to said destination. €20. The journey seemed a bit longer than the last time I visited WF in April 2001, but I was aware of the road closure. Maybe that was the reason. Anyway I was more interested in visting the old married quarters, strolling round the old barracks, enjoying the glorious sunshine, etc.
Return journey – somewhat shorter, fare: €7.40. The Lovely Dr C and I were amazed. We told the taxi driver what we had paid on the outbound leg, €13 more than “on the flip-flop” (early 80’s CB radio-speak). He, too, was stunned. So, too was the taxi driver who drove us back from the cocktail bar that evening. Who needs the internet when you have taxi drivers? I’m sure tongues will be wagging back at the office. Guess who I told about the incident?
- A whole regiment of online 16th/5th Lancers
- The driver who took us back to Braunschweig on the Sunday morning, who apologised most profusely for the Alt-Twat Taxis’ driver’s action
- The cocktail stand owner, who is going to tell a group of 40 old soldiers (who come every year to WF for a reunion)
- Last, but by no means, οὐ µή (ou mē), least, hotel reception, who immediately placed Alt-Twat Taxis on a black list.
Herr Taxifahrer, you may have fleeced me of €13, but the last laugh is on you, my friend.
(To quote Esther Rantzen, “Cyril…”)