Trip Start Mar 29, 2006
232Trip End Feb 28, 2007
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We left about 8.30am and drove around a fog shrouded lake which by the time we had passed Meersberg and Friedrichschafen and into the hills east of Lindau was still hanging around. In fact we missed some of the best parts because of that fog and it only cleared as we entered Immenstadt where we stopped and had a cuppa in a deserted square. There was only one other at those tables that Sunday morning. He sat alone, sipping on his early morning stein of beer, smoking his roll-your-own tobacco and slowly removing his shoes and socks. He hobbled over to the fountain nearby to wash his feet, returned to his table and tied his shoes to the to the handlebars of his bike. Sometimes I have the compulsion to watch the antics of the locals and report.
The mist had gone
There was an enormous car park at the foot of the mountain on which it stood and we were lucky to find a spot for 4 Euros near to the pathways up to the castle. But first of all...lunch. It was impossible to find a seat on which to sit and eat our sandwiches. We had to walk a fair way, around the back of a school to find a wall to sit on. Public seating is definitely discouraged in this country. No doubt by the hundreds of bars with a vested interest in funneling us to their tables. In retrospect I think we should have taken our lunch up to the castle.
Having filled our bellies again we went back to the circus around the foot of the mountain and discovered that we had three choices. We could either walk up the pathways to the castle, take a bus or go by horse and carriage
To enter the castle it was necessary to buy a tour ticket which allowed you to join one of the many conducted tours. We had not bought tickets because of the expense and that it would take too long to complete. The tours were numbered and there were many up there waiting for their number to be called. We found it to be quite common in Germany in that popular historical sites were only accessible by an accompanied guide
We walked back and, gee, it was steep. I was glad we did not walk up. Some poor drunken sod was trying to do just that, collapsed in front of us, scrambled up, gave us a drunken salute and continued on his way. He will be dead by the time he gets to the top, I thought, but then he is young and full of alcohol. We were very tired by the time we reached the car. Lots of Brits and Americans here. A cacophony of English dialects that we had not heard for a while.
Off we went again. Up the so called Romantic Highway which ran from just south of where we were to Nordlingen and beyond. We were not prepared to go that far so we headed north with the intention of turning towards Oberammergau. We stopped off at Wieskirche...another baroque style church
The shops in the town specialised in not only all those religious icons one would expect in a place like this but it was a mecca for lovers of dolls. Every other shop window was full of dolls, figurines or statuettes...I know not where one description ends and the other begins. I was taken by the metre high, mountain climber who was hanging from a rope off the side of a cliff. It would have looked great on our balcony at home. We had a drink in the Hotel Altpost in the town square and decided to stay there and in that hotel if they had rooms. They did and they were very comfortable. L had a cute room under the eaves with a bunk bed and a strange shaped bathroom designed to fit under the sloping roof. We walked around the town again looking for somewhere suitable to have dinner but they were either too expensive or closed. Our hotel was doing a brisk business so we ended up there and had soup and salad for me, schnitzel for them and a bottle wine between us.