Travel Oops: “Und Now Ve Dance…”

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Cologne (Köln), Germany, May, 1995

The ill-fitting, bulky black pleather pants seemed suctioned to and definitely gripped to our German tour guide’s legs.

Meanwhile, the yellow tinted John Lennon glasses he wore had migrated down his glistening nose. He unbuttoned his tweed jacket, revealing a black T-shirt that covered a bit of a paunch.

Mike Myers as Dieter

Mike Myers as Dieter

He looked like a portlier version of comedian Mike Myers’s Saturday Night Live character, “Dieter,” from “Sprockets,” the comedy sketch about an avant-garde German talk show host who suggests to guests: “Und now ve dance” with spasmodic, pseudo techno, pre-twerk moves.

I was glad tour guide Dieter’s boss let him wear vinyl and black rather than some green and red lederhosen knickers nightmare. That, no doubt, would have completely crushed tour guide Dieter’s spirit.

While it was not a good look, the fact that he unbuttoned his jacket was the only sign, however, that Dieter may have overheated. He wasn’t, for a moment, going to let anyone see him crack as the result of an unseasonably warm day in Cologne, Germany, and some non-breathable plastic threads.

Cologne cathedral

Kölner Dom, Cologne’s impressive Gothic cathedral.

Without looking, he motioned toward the Kölner Dom, a UNSECO World Heritage Site and the largest Gothic cathedral in Northern Europe, as if it was nothing more than his parents’ basement. He then briefly mentioned something about the Cologne Cathedral being bombed 14 times, almost to the ground, by fighter planes in the early 1940s. He did not add that this was during World War II.

It was pretty clear that Dieter did not want to be leading Americans, or rather any tourists, on a walking tour of Cologne. But that was his job. I wondered what compelled him to do something he obviously loathed. Did he do this to fund a laser light show that he synchronized to dripping faucets? Or perhaps he needed to finance his Kraftwerk cover band or maybe he needed to buy acrylics for his modern art collection entitled: “Schwarze Kreise auf Schwarzem Hintergrund” (Black Circles on Black Backgrounds)

My dad, Ed, breaking out a tourist map.

My dad, Ed, breaking out a tourist map.

Regardless, my dad, Ed, and I were not going to let Dieter ruin our one-day trip to Germany. We had met up the day before in Maastrict, Holland. Both of us had business in the Netherlands. I was wrapping up a stint updating a chapter on the Netherlands for a budget travel guide, and my dad was speaking at a medical conference. On a whim, we had decided to take a train from Maastrict to Cologne, which was about one hour and 15 minutes away.

Signing up for a walking tour, we wanted to get a lay of the land. It was nice to just be a tourist. Plus, our chances of impressing Dieter were nicht existent.” In fact, before beginning the walk, we even asked him where we could get huge pretzels.

Two women had joined us on the tour. Carole was a middle aged American with poofy, slightly orangish hair and and Julie was a young Canadian. They were part of the David Copperfield tour that was in town. The magician was in Cologne, no doubt, to win over the same people who hurtled David Hasslehoff to the top of the music charts in Germany.

Dieter surely shat his suctioned leather pants when he saw the Copperfield crew — especially Carole who sported a D.C. tour button, which, just like the soccer/football/hockey mom buttons, was the size of salad plate. There was no question that Carol loved her job and her boss.

Cringe. I got it, Dieter. They were embarrassing, and ditching the tour became a lost cause since my dad and I comprised half of it. Staring at Dieter, we waited for him to dazzle us with facts about Cologne.

© Stephanie Glaser 1995

The Rhine River © Stephanie Glaser 1995

He showed us the Rhine River and the impressive Hohenzollern Bridge with all the enthusiasm of a US Department of Motor Vehicles (DMV) employee who’d been verbally battered too many times by scores of pissed off people waiting in line.

On several occasions, we tried to make Dieter laugh. Actually, that became a bit of a mission. My dad even tried some of his bad puns. He threw out something about the “distinct smell of cologne in the air.”

Meanwhile, Carole’s enthusiasm, not just for David Copperfield, but also for everything, caught on. Normally, I try to dial my wonder down while traveling in crowded spots for fear of being labeled an obnoxious American. Not Carole. And really, by no means was she rude or obnoxious. On her first trip overseas, she was just loving it. While talking a break from the walking tour, we sat down to have some Oranginas and enjoy the sunshine.

With my new David Copperfield fan friends, Carole and Julie.

With my new David Copperfield fan friends, Carole and Julie.

“You’re a travel writer?” she asked me. Damn. Carole made me feel pretty cool despite the fact that I was more of a travel fact checker. “So admission is f12; the hours are M-F 9 a.m. to 5 p.m. and you do have wheelchair accessibility, correct? Great. Dank u wel!”

“Well, I’m more of a travel updater.”

“How wonderful. And you’re in Holland. Julie and I are headed to Amsterdam with David after we hit Belgium.”

I nodded.

“I’m so excited to visit both countries. What do you recommend seeing?” Carol asked, getting out a guidebook to mark it up. Julie didn’t say much, but that wasn’t surprising since it seems traveling Canadians often are content to let Americans talk on and on and reinforce our loud motormouth stereotype.

I told Carole about a few must-sees, and she seemed grateful about the information. Realizing I had been quite judgmental about our new friends, and that, really, I was no different, I asked my dad to take a photo of me with Carole and Julie.

Dieter, who had sequestered himself from the rest of the group, approached and beckoned us to move on.

David Copperfield

David Copperfield

On a travel high, Carole began asking Dieter several questions in rapid fire succession about Cologne. Smiling and nodding several times, she encouraged Dieter’s monotone monologue. But his voice began to vary slightly as Carole listened to his every word.

At first, I thought perhaps Dieter was secretly impressed with Carole’s connection to David Copperfield. After all, Germans have had a history of embracing cheesy American entertainment — Hasslehoff performed at the fall of the Berlin Wall for lord’s sake.

However, it was more than that. Carole was just such a genuine person and so dang likable. And ultimately, she did what the rest of could not.

At the end of the tour, Carole got Dieter to raise a corner of his mouth in a half smile for a group photo.

Here we are with Deiter, our leather clad tour guide.

Here we are with Deiter, our pleather clad tour guide.

7 thoughts on “Travel Oops: “Und Now Ve Dance…”

  1. You minx! you had me with the pleather trousers! Oh Steph, you really did draw the short straw with Dieter as your tour guide. That said, he’s given you great fodder for this marvellously funny post xxx 😀

    • As always, Lottie, if I can make you laugh, then I’m golden. Your sense of humor and witty posts set the bar way up there. I wondered if I was a little harsh on Dieter, but, really, he was such a sourpuss. Destiny must have played a roll, so I could write about him. Normally, I don’t go on walking tours, but because my dad and I were in Cologne for such a sort time, we wanted to get the basics and then explore on our own. Cheers, my friend! 🙂

      • You’re welcome, my friend!

        Thank you so much for your sweet blessings as well and do have a wonderful weekend ahead, always~ Cheers!! 😀

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