I started by going up the hill to Schloss Ambras. For some reason I thought it would be easier to take my pack with me. One metre up the hill and I was regretting my decision.
The schloss is in a very nice park.
It has a ‘Bacchus grotto’ where guests were tied up until they had drunk a certain amount and were allowed in to parties.
The area around the castle is very forested.
It’s worth going up just for the view of town. The view of town, unlike entrance to the castle, is free.
I returned back down the hill.
The bus stop for the cheap bus is about 5 min south of the main station. I arrived quite early thinking I could leave my bag and go wandering. There’s only a petrol station there and nowhere you can leave your bag. I went wandering with my bag on anyway.
There was a gathering of food trucks near the Olympic centre.
There was the usual selection – with one notable exception.
I did not have a traditional Maori steak, and opted instead for a Hungarian langos ‘all in’.
It’s fried dough, with salami, ham, cream cheese, lettuce, onion, capsicum and cheese. It was delicious.
The bus was 10 min late, and I found that I couldn’t download my ticket because my super roaming data German sim card did not in fact allow me to get data in Austria. Fortunately another bus showed up at the same time that had free wifi transmitting and I got my ticket just in time.
The driver was Italian and on his own programme. We arrived in Fuessen 40min late.
I took a footpath track to my hotel, which turned out to be in this lovely little area of similar lodges.
It was very late 70s/early 80s inside, and therefore perfect. I now understand what people were trying to go for with that early 80s dark wood look. When done well it works.
I set out on a walk to the Kalvarienberg. On the way is a manmade waterfall that attracts a lot of tourists. I’m not quite sure why.
The Kalvarienberg is on top of a hill. Along the way you pass the 12 stations of the cross.
Each had some scripture and a question for reflection. As someone who uses time in the bush for reflection I thought it was a good way to have it, so you had the question and then a couple of minutes walking up the track to ponder before you arrived at the next one.
The walk up takes about 30 min.
There is an excellent view from the top.
I descended down the other side (to the east). The track was a bit less maintained.
Near the bottom the track became quite rough.
You also get a view of the mud flats to the north.
The track down took about 15 min.
I wandered about the town.
While looking at timetables I went in to the railway station magazine shop
I also noticed that cigarettes are much less regulated than back home
I also saw Max Weber was branching out . . .
I bought a couple of buns for dinner, and a ‘snowball’. It was about the size of a softball, and rather good.
On the TV ARD was doing a ‘summer series’ of long-form interviews with politicians. If only we had unhurried interviewing like that back home!