Bastei - Anchors Aweigh!
Trip Start Mar 26, 2010
14Trip End Apr 04, 2010
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Bad Schandau itself is small, but beautiful. The houses, the churches, everything was charming. The planned shore excursion, however, was for the Bastei rock formation. After my light lunch (without Ms Jones) I contemplated on what to do: rocks or town? I decided to forgo the rocks and go with the town
I wasn't. Turns out, no matter where you go, rocks are rocks. I mean, they're impressive and everything, but...they're rocks. Our tour guide had a heavy German accent that was very exuberant and seemed thrilled to tell us everything we never wanted to know about this small town and rocks and other things. You know what I found out about myself is that if you put me on a bus long enough, I will fall asleep. I've had uncomfortable naps on buses these last few days, but they make the ride seem shorter, and sometimes the rides are uncomfortable anyway and it's hard to take decent pictures out of a bus window. Solution? SLEEP.
Bastei is really just a national park. We drove through the woods for awhile (I don't remember which woods they were) and parked in a clearing. We walked past a few buildings and came to a platform where we had a magnificent view of the rock formation. And I will admit, they were impressive. There were some rock climbers that reached the top of the formation as we were looking at the rocks, but after five minutes I was ready to move on. Our guide took us to another part of the platform and showed us another view of the surrounding countryside, which I found more beautiful
Those who wanted to could follow our guide further on to the rocks, but I couldn't have cared less. So I wandered around the giftshops, where I found more souvenirs that said 'Dresden' than Bastei. As Dresden was the next day's stop, I didn't bother buying anything. More walking around, down these steps, up these steps, until I finally decided that I'd make my way back to the bus. I wound up walking back with a guy from our group and we talked for awhile until we got to the bus. We still had 40 minutes left, and after thinking quickly I decided to go off the beaten path into a different part of the woods. My new Mary Jane style shoes probably hate me, but I was wearing them through my trek in the woods and they held up pretty well. It was muddy in some areas and there wasn't always a path, but it was fun. I stretched that out for as long as possible and then went back on the bus, where Ms Jones was waiting and wondering where I had been.
Almost immediately after arriving back at the ship we were told the ship was departing for Dresden. Leaving me no time to explore the adorable town of Bad Schandau. Lesson learned? When there's a choice between rocks and a town, go with the town. Always go with the town...