We flew Airberlin from Venice to Dusseldorf, where we had a 6 hour layover, then would fly on to Reykjavik, Iceland. What to do for six hours, in Germany? Turns out the old town of Dusseldorf is only 6 km or a 20 euro taxi ride from the airport. So we went to the old town, and Justin found a place to get his beard trimmed. His clippers had been in his stolen luggage, and with no way to trim his facial hair, it had been getting decidedly shaggy. He found a place to trim, and they even did it for free!
After that, we wandered the old town. Time to get a bite to eat. What is traditional German food? Apparently pork roasted on a spit, and goulash soup. No arguments there! The pork was delicious, and the half litre of wine washed it down quite well. We supped and drank, and wandered some more. The weather was a bit rainy, and a bit cold at 11 degrees. A preview of what we were heading into. Time passed, and eventually we caught a taxi back to the airport. The meter kept running, even as we waited at a red light. I used some strategic bitching, complaining to Justin that we ought to have walked out of old town and caught a cab. When the turn came for our cab, he ran a yellow light, and made the turn. I suppose I should’ve worked out a signal with Justin, to let him know I was bitching for the benefit of the cab, not actually complaining! Ah well, back to the airport, then on to Reykjavik!
Wherever you are, Be There 