Castle Photos


Off to a castle in Bavaria – I can’t remember the name at the moment, but maybe it’ll come to me before I post this. There is so much here, that I almost immediately fill the camera disc (90 shots). I had planned to take a spare or two, but couldn’t find them in my bag. Of particular interest was a collection of ancient instruments, which just cried out to be played – we could easily have ended up in jail, the temptation to hear their sound was very great.

I wanted Bob to climb up on the wall with the picture of the guy falling off, but I guess he was still sober.
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Those Germans sure can carve wood.

Back to the hotel, to get some sleep – none of us could sleep on the plane, because they make those seats for people 5 feet tall or shorter. Sleeping in the afternoon is a bit tricky – there are a lot of flies and flying bugs in the area, and the heat has them fired up. Personally, I had a fly that would go from my nose to my elbow, back and forth. Chase him off one place, back to the other. Bob had a fly with 3 landings.

Generally, I leave bugs alone, and they leave me alone. There’s also a lot of bees around. Andy(Omen) tangles with one and gets stung on the lip. Bob, and some of the others, claim the flies are biting them. Although it’s a nuisance digging them out of my hair, and keeping them out of my drink, no bites for me. When you’re outside, you have to cover your drink with something, or you’ll have drunken bees and flies in it. The food is also a bit of a problem.

FRIDAY:

The next morning:
I’m sleeping. Sort of. Because there are these voices…. Blah, blah, blah. I wonder what time it is? We’re in Germany. What about breakfast? I wonder what time it is?

Well, why didn’t you bastards bring watches? Looking at mine, I see it’s about 5am, and try to ignore them and go back to sleep. So I drowse for another hour or two, waking up to the occasional “I’m starving! Man, what time is it?” Around 7 or so I give up, get up, and take a shower. (I have the shower in my room. I’m in control. They only have a bath.)((which I usually prefer, but I enjoy having the superior firepower in this case.))

So, I tell them what fucking time it is, and we go downstairs (by the way, we have the balcony, which is very cool.) Down in the dining room, breakfast is laid out – orange juice, coffee, tea, rolls, a basket of honey and jams, some sandwich meats. And some sugar cubes in various shapes. Of course I have to munch on them, just for the novelty.

A black cat appears at my feet, grinning. I know cats, I know what he wants. So I share a piece of lunch meat with him. Shortly, he’s in my lap, purring. It’s almost like I’m home. Bob bitches because there are no eggs and bacon. Cigarette machines, however, abound in this country.

There’s a small stream running past the inn – a little waterfall is built into it, that makes a very pleasant noise. I slept with the balcony door open at nights, so I could hear it. Our rooms were also connected by the balcony, so we could access each other. The doors had skeleton keys.

“Where’s the swimming pool?” (Bob.) Yes, the biggest problem of all – it’s hotter than it’s been for 15 years in Germany, and we’re dying. Jack finds the pool, out by the beergarden. But I don’t think I’m going in, he says. It’s dirty.

So I go have a look. Yep, it is a bit dirty – that’s because it’s full of fish. They keep it stocked for fish frys, and scoop them out when they want to eat fresh. They kind of look like trout, but I can’t really see because they stick to the bottom. Bob thought catfish, but I didn’t see any whiskers.




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