. I looked down towards the rock but could not see it at the moment. It seemed, however, that I was doomed. There was no way the rock could have made it to the bottom yet, and it had been going too fast to still be in transit when the car passed. I braced myself for the sound of screaming tires & busting glass or, at the very least, the thud of the rock against the side of the car. Nothing. The car passed the same way every other car passes--the sound of tires humming against the road approaching, climaxing, then fading away.
We were looking for food and came upon a carnival in town. The town is small, so the carnival was as well, but it was an excellent time. See photos for more on that. On our way out of the carnival, we bought a splitterbomb
, which is a massive marshmallow with shards of wafer inside, all covered in chocolate. Wholly delicious.
We had perfect weather the whole time in Berchtesgaden and it was probably my favourite place of the whole trip. We had to wander a bit to find the DJH hostel, and when we did, Klemm was laughed at for being "too old to stay at a youth hostel" by the receptionist and had to pay 4 extra euros per night. jajaja. after finding the DJH hostel (which is out of town atop a steep hill but provided a great walk through nature), we walked back down into town. On the way down, i peered over the edge of the path and saw the bigger-than-a-stream-smaller-than-a-river below us. I kicked a large fist-sized rock over the side, expecting it to pick up speed on its descent down the hill and splash into the water--what satisfaction! What I had not seen was the road between the hill and the water. I watched the rock bounce violently down the hill, spinning forward rapidly on each bounce as I heard the car approach. I looked at Klemm in despair and she gave a sympathetic but alarmed look. Would we soon hear the sound of rock on car, or would this be a "Wood-across-the-dangerous-ro-ad" incident? The car was very close now, as we could see it through the dense mass of trees