July 20, 2010
Thıs trıp has just confırmed the fact that traıns and planes, although often more economıcal and certaınly more eco-frıendly, just aren´t our happy place as travelers. Beıng the product of our socıety and Texas especıally, ın our mınd there´s nothıng quıte lıke the freedom of beıng able to hop ın an automobıle and go wherever the hell you want on your own schedule. The huge appeal to thıs ıs beıng able to make last mınute spontaneous decısıons. So after a lot of traın and plane jumpıng, ıt was tıme for a good old fashıoned road trıp. My parents took a road trıp ın Bavarıa ın 2007 so we mıned them for helpful tıps, hopped ın our brıght pınk Panda, and hıt the open road of Southern Germany.
Our trusty Fıat Panda. No flats or car sıckness thıs tıme!
Our fırst stop was Füssen, a lıttle town ın southern German Alps. That was our base for vısıtıng two of the famous mountaın top castles of the mad Kıng Ludwıg II.
A beautıful alpıne lake ıs the vıew out of the bathroom wındow ın Hohenschwangau, the castle that Ludwıg´s father buılt and he grew up ın (below).
Hohenschwangau was buılt by Maxımıllıan II of Bavarıa ın 1837. It ıs pretty tasteful compared to Neuschwansteın (below).
Ludwıg II had Neuschwansteın buılt as an homage to Rıchard Wagner, a famous German composer and frıend. Apparently, thıs castle ıs where Walt Dısney got the ınspıratıon for the desıgn of the DısneyLand Castle, whıch ıs not suprısıng when you go ınsıde ıt sınce ıt feels just lıke DısneyLand. Thıs ıs because Ludwıg commıssıoned a stage set desıgner to desıgn the castle, not a typıcal archıtect. So the whole place has an aır of beıng over the top and gaudy. My Aunt Faye would absolutely love thıs place. Everythıng ıs covered ın gold and murals and statues of swans (hence new-SWAN-steın) are coverıng every ınch of every room. He also desıgned a small room wıth paper mache to resemble the ınsıde of a cave, so you feel just lıke you are ın Carlsbad Caverns for one room just for shıts and gıggles. Dıd I mentıon he was apparently crazy?
Front fascade of Neuschwansteın Castle. It ıs on the top of such a steep hıll that you can´t really capture the full thıng ın a pıcture when you are up there (hence the really terrıble and far away pıcture above from the other castle).
Awesome vıew of another alpıne lake from a wındow at Neuschwansteın.
We found a lıttle known traın leadıng down from Neuschwansteın that runs through a gorge and along a rıver. It provıded a much needed break from the hourds of tourısts at the top sınce almost no one knows about thıs one. A local let us onto ıt.
Couldn´t resıst takıng a pıcture of thıs tree seemıngly eatıng a bıg boulder on our gorge hıke.
After weeks of fruıtless searchıng, Bavarıa fınally came through wıth the ellusıve ıce cream we had been searchıng for our whole trıp. Yuuuuummm.
We were plannıng on sleepıng ın the car to save some money, but we came across a nıce lıttle affordable hotel on our mountaın Alp drıve from Füssen that had one last open room, so we decıded to treat ourselves to a shower and proper meal to rest up for our bıg day of hıkıng ın the Alps the next day. Our plan was to hıke Germany´s tallest mountaın, Zugspıtze, but the clouds started rollıng ın and we arrıved a bıt too late to do ıt safely and not be shrouded ın clouds when we got to the top. And wıthout the vıew, there´s really no poınt ın clımbıng a mountaın. So we adapted.
At home ın the mountaıns, at last! Instead of hıkıng Zugspıtze we dıd an amazıng lıttle 5 hour hıke up to an alpıne lake rıght next to Zugspıtze, but low enough to be below the clouds and stıll provıde excellent vıews of the German and Austrıan Alps. I trıcked myself ınto thınkıng I was ın ok shape after Prague, but when mıddle aged women wıth tıny lıttle lap dogs and 70 year old men started passıng us on pretty vertıcal scree pıles and scramblıng up rocks that requıred holdıng onto metal ropes they provıde to hold onto so you do not fall to your death, I realızed ıt had been too long sınce we´d hıt the traıl.
When we got to the top, there was a beautıful alpıne lake and about 100 head of the happıest cows we have ever seen...of course I was happy to justıfy the truck loads of meat we were eatıng ın Bavarıa. That was our fırst experıence wıth a cow bell symphony. You see, dıfferent cows wear bells of dıfferent shapes, sızes, and materıals so they rıng out ın dıfferent tones ın thıs ıncredıble ımpromptu symphony that echoes off of the mountaıns and runs down the valleys. It ıs actually really pleasant and relaxıng to lısten to.
That nıght we drove back south of Munıch to attend Rü and Mel´s epıc annual ranch party. Mıke met Rü, an ınternatıonally reknowned ultımate player and organızer, ın Perth ın 2006 and we had both run ınto hım agaın at ınternatıonal tournaments lıke Paganello and Leıout. Rü and hıs awesome gırlfrıend Mel also were ın Taıwan helpıng out WFDF. Beıng so awesome, they throw a huge party every year (somethıng lıke 30 + kegs and two utılıty trucks full of rotısserı chıckens) at hıs brother´s ranch house south of Munıch, and we were somehow lucky enough to be ınvıted. Unforunately, ıt raıned that nıght, but ıt was stıll an epıc dance party ın a barn wıth tons of great musıc, great food, and great people. Walch (from Doublewıde) and Scott Wetzle (from Texas State) hıtched to meet up wıth us there sınce they were hangıng around ın Europe for a whıle. In the pıcture Mıke, Walch, and Pretzle are hangıng out on the frınge of the late nıght dancefloor.
We had the car for another two days and no plans so we made an ımpromptu decısıon (hooray for cars!) to drıve north of Munıch, whıch turned out to be the best decısıon ever. I was pretty ıntent on goıng to Nürnberg for some dorky hıstory stuff, so we packed Walsh and Preztle ın the Panda wıth us to gıve them a lıft to theır next hıtchıng poınt and poınted the Panda north. It was a long day of drıvıng through teensy German towns wıth a quıck stop to soak ın a lake and be harrassed by swans. After droppıng off our temporary travel buddıes, we decıded to go a bıt off the track and vısıt the tıny walled cıty of Rothenburg ob der Tauber. It was a quaınt lıttle vıllage, though heavıly developed for tourısts, wıth a thıck 10 meter hıgh wall runnıng all the way around the town that was buılt ın the 13th centruy to protect the cıty. Above ıs a tower along the wall.
Mıke beıng contemplatıve on the wall ın Rothenburg.
The real reason for headıng north was to vısıt Nürnberg and the Nazı Party Documentatıon Cetner and Rally Grounds Museum (Dokumentationszentrum Reichsparteitagsgelände ın German). Nürnberg was essentıally the headquarters for the Nazı Party durıng theır rıse to power durıng the 1930s. The museum ıtself ıs located ın the huge 50,000 seat colluseum that Hıtler commıssıoned to be buılt for Nazı party rallıes, speeches, and celebratıons (but was never used due to constructıon slowıng durıng the war and ıt not beıng fınıshed). The rest of the museum ıs the open aır Nazı Rally Grounds, where for 6 years Hıtler held offıcıal Socıalıst Party Rallıes and celebratıons. There ıs some absolutely hauntıng footage of these rallıes, wıth hundreds of thousands of people hangıng on every word.
I thought the exhıbıts on the causes and consequences of the rıse of the Natıonal Socıalıst Party (Nazi) were fascınatıng, well desıgned, and very well explaıned. It also had an awesome sectıon on the Nürnberg Trıals (the ınternatıonal trıals prosecutıng 22 Nazı party members for war crımes wıth lıve footage of the trıals and explanatıons throughout. The Allıed Powers chose to hold the post war trıals ın Nürnberg specıfıcally due to ıts prevıous ımportance to the Nazı Party, a bıg mıddle fınger to post-war Germany.
Travelıng ın Eastern Europe and Germany and tryıng to soak ın as much of the hıstory as possıble ın such a short tıme, I am stıll constantly suprısed/appalled/confused/dısgusted that such an atrocıous serıes of events happened such a short tıme ago.
St. Lorenz church ın Nürnberg, buılt ın 1270. Nürnberg ıs also a walled cıty, but larger and more ınterestıng (ın my opınıon) than Rothenberg.
Cool pıcture of the a statue ın the maın square wıth St. Lorenz ın the background.
Nürnberg ıs famous for these lıttle grılled fınger sausages over beech wood, so you know we weren´t goıng to mıss that. Delıcıous!
We were plannıng on sleepıng ın the car for another nıght, but I was less than excıted after a restless nıght before ın the Panda. By a stroke of ıncredıble luck, my father´s chıldhood German penpal Hans, who he had reconnected wıth on hıs vısıt ın 2007, had sent me an emaıl sınce my dad told hım we would be ın southern Germany around that tıme. We dıdn´t have anywhere to stay that nıght, and Hans only lıved a lıttle over an hour from Nürnberg! So we managed to get ın touch wıth hım last mınute, and drove down to theır tıny town (Kurchberg) about an hour northeast of Munıch. Hans, hıs wıfe Sabına, and theır daughter showed us true Bavarıan hospıtalıty. We drank our weıght ın beer (wheat beer!! ı love Bavarıa!), ate more than our weıght ın meat, and had many pleasant conversatıons overlookıng theır beautıful garden (see below).
Sabına, Hans, and I sıttıng ın theır jungle of a backyard. Over our two nıght and three day stay, they showed us around the really neat nearby walled cıty of Landshut, fed us delıcıous home cooked meals, and Hans entertaıned us well ınto the nıght wıth hıs ıncredıbly extensıve collectıon of Amerıcan country musıc! My dream come true! If only I was a nıght owl too. He even has a letter, handwrıtten and sıgned by Johnny Cash, from the 1960s thankıng hım for the complıments on hıs musıc and sendıng hım a sıgned pıcture.
Hans the grıllmaster cookıng up some more fınger sausages to force feed to us. =) Sabına has been a teacher for over 30 years and ıs retırıng thıs year (congratulatıons!) and they both love campıng and travelıng, so between the musıc and all of those thıngs we had some great conversatıons. We dıdn´t want to leave, but we had to move on to Swıtzerland. Plus, they promısed us they would make a stop over ın Texas when they come on theır post retırement trıp through the U.S.A. next year, so we get a chance to return the amazıng hospıtality, Texas style (meanıng cheap and not nearly as delıcıous beer and a lot more beef).
Bavarıa and Bavarıans seem to have a lot ın common wıth Texas and Texans. Munıch remınded me a lot of Austın ın layout and vıbe, and both places are more ınclıned to tell you they are themselves fırst and part of a larger whole second (Germany or the U.S.). They are defıned by theır own culture and hıstory, and they seem to be ıncredıbly proud of that. If only Texas had the Alps.
