Aug 23, 1996
Nuremburg was like a lot of German places. Totally destroyed, but rebuilt. It was quite amazing walking around. We saw the old church, a beautiful fountain as it is known in Germany, in the middle of the square and we did a tour of the torture dungeon. Loads of fun, the guy put manacles on Lucy for a laugh. Outside the city, we visited the Zeppelinfeld and the Zeppelintribune. It was here that Hitler had his huge Nazi rallies. We kept driving south into Switzerland and arrived at Schaffhausen. This time, we caught the boat out to the centre of the waterfall. It was great, crashing around the waves, and then climbing the rocky outcrop in the middle. Once back, we moved on and ended up back in Konstanz. There was no beerfest this time, so we parked next to the same bar and went for some beers. There were signs stating no camping, which Melanie did point out and she did say the we can't camp there, but the roof went up anyway. After a meal, the local barman told us to knock on a blackdoor. We did, and an eye came to a hole, then the door opened. We had passed. We were in. I don't know how many Dunkels I had, but my head was killing, so I took some head drugs and went for a McS**t. We followed the Lake around until we came to Friedrichshafen. Home of Zeppelin Von Graf. This time we went to his museum. It was awesome. It even had part of the one that exploded in the US. Next up was Neuschwantstein, Mad King Ludwig's castle that he only lived in for 45 days, but before we went there, we arrived in the night time, and it was under spotlight. The signs said no camping, Melanie said no camping, the roof went up and what an awsome sight to behols when we woke up. This was the most amazing castle I had seen. Both inside and out. We drove onto Linderhof, another one of his castles which was good and then on to Weisskirche, which is one of the most out there churches I have seen. You have got to love these Bavarians. We then drove on, back to Landsberg am Lech. We parked up and knocked on the door of Richard's place. The man we had met two years precisely. He took us out for more Dunkel. Why, god knows, but it was still good. In the morning, we drove onto Andechs. Here is a monastery that the monks brew there own beer. We hit the Dunkels again and had some pork knuckles. As it was Monday, I had a funny feeling about getting to the campground in Munich, so I rang them and they told me to come now as they were filling up fast and expected to be full by the next day. So after a couple of steins of Dunkel, we were off and running to the campground. Just before we got there, we ran into some boys who worked for PP Travel, and they said the same as the campground owners.