Das boot camp
The message that popped through the ether was crisp and Germanic: “I am planning a trip back to New Zealand in February. Maybe I hope I can stay at your house and, of course, if you want to go fishing or hunting I wouldn’t say no!”
“But of course Freddy, plenty of hunting and fishing!” I tapped back.
“So then, I am ready to go” – followed by emojis of a plane, a stag and a fish on a rod.
It was mid-January. Only a week later, I received a plaintive wail from a clearly unhappy woman – Claudia Von Gimborn: “I have just discovered Frederic’s plans but he tells me it is already cleared with you?”
Clearly Germans operate on
