“Travels to a Different Time” : 16August1974: Dusseldorf & Wuppertal, West Germany: Beer at the Englishman’s Pub in Germany? Running on Empty

A decent sleep but woke up feeling crappy. I packed up and split to the train station and took a train to Wuppertal which was a 30-minute trip. I tried to call Alex who I had met in Skopje and who had invited me to visit him in Wuppertal. No answer so I headed to Bernd’s house who was a friend of Alex I had met in Vienna along with his pals and had also invited me to stay with him. It was a trek to find his house and only his grandfather was home. It was a cute house with a garden and a patio. Adjacent to the house was the Englishman’s Pub. An Englishman had married a German girl after WW2 and opened up a pub in Germany. What a weird world! Grandpa said Bernd wasn’t at home and that I should return at 4. He did not seem keen with the idea I would be staying there and said return at 4. He struck me a man who thinks his house is a castle and does not want anyone disturbing his little kingdom. Feeling like crap I had 6 hours to kill which wasn’t that hard walking around Wuppertal. A very beautiful shopping district closed to traffic. Too bad that doesn’t exist in Montreal. I headed back to Grandpa at five. He likes smoking big fat cigarettes. We went to the Englishman’s Pub and had a beer. It is a very comfy pub. The Germans like a big head of foam on their beer which reduces the carbonation. Poor grandpa went for a piss and returned forgetting to zip up his fly! After a couple of beers Bernd arrived at 7 and we went to phone his friend Siegfried who I had met in Vienna. Everyone calls him Ziggy. I was to sleep in a small room in the attic which was fine with me. We had dinner and visited Ziggy’s house listened to some music and went to a couple of pubs which are small not like the big taverns we have in Montreal. Then to an amusement park for a beer where we met another of the gang from Vienna. We had a couple more beers at the Englishman’s Pub and played some pool before heading home. Feeling so very weary I retired hoping some good German beer would be a health tonic. I have been on the road for three months and it takes a physical and mental toll on you. I feel I am running on empty. Feeling like shit doesn’t help. Unfortunately I am not on the Adriatic in the healing sun and surf.

Published by Robert K Stephen (CSW)

Robert K Stephen writes about food and drink, travel, and lifestyle issues. He is one of the few non-national writers to be certified as a wine specialist by the Society of Wine Educators, in Washington, DC. Robert was the first associate member of the Wine Writers’ Circle of Canada. He also holds a Mindfulness Certification from the University of Leiden and the University of Toronto. Be it Spanish cured meat, dried fruit, BBQ, or recycled bamboo place mats, Robert endeavours to escape the mundane, which is why he has established this publication. His motto is, "Have Story, Will Write."

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