Breakfast at Rebrucke:
Marven's dad is a very lovely guy and I am grateful, very grateful I should say, for his valuable time he is prepared to spare me in order to show me around.
He drove us to the Babelsberg Park, it took him a while to find parking but finally got one. As we got off his car, he told me the area is part of Potsdam University and the units there are accommodations for uni students.
I do ask a lot of questions but due to my limited or rather non-existent knowledge of his language, I sometimes do not know what to say or ask. But I kept praying, I hope I am not boring him or asking too many questions.
I was prepared to stay home the whole week while my buddy went back to work. This is such a lovely gesture and surprise from them, one I will always be grateful!
Other buildings I saw at the park:
After those lovely hot pieces of pizza at Rene's and Eva's place, Marven told me he is getting quite tired but he would love me to see this one last stop.
It was so cold but as he parked the car in between those old but hauntingly beautiful buildings of Dresden, I braved the bone cutting coldness of the midnight air!
He spent sometime explaining about the buildings and the rebuilding, restoration and preservation that took place after the heavy bombings the city suffered during the war. Then we drove along the Elbe and imagination soared even higher as I behold what covered the length of the road or the river as we travelled. He turned right into about 500 meters away from the church (Frauenkirche if I am not mistaken)and showed me the hotel his parents are going to be staying at this weekend.
It was dark and cold, we walked for a few minutes and talked about maybe taking a day trip to Dresden to appreciate the city in day light.
Here are some of what we managed to shoot in Dresden on our way back to Potsdam
Up early the next morning I decided to check the cameras, deleted a few unwanted pix, charged the batteries then spent a few minutes editing a few photos already saved in my notebook before taking a quick shower. I was almost finished packing when the phone rang., my late wake up call from next door!
I took the opportunity to take some photos of the room for Virtual Tourist and accidentally opened the door having forgotten I had a porch or little balcony in my room. Now I remember my mate telling me the back rooms has a view and the front rooms don’t. As the cold winter air rushed inside the room the cold air hit me in the face like a block of ice! At any other times I would have quickly shut the door but my eyes was fixed (or transfixed?) to the beautiful picture outside, a living postcard of nature right before me!
I had no time to think about getting cold or frozen! Quickly but quietly I donned my hat and my jacket, pushed my feet into my rubber shoes and out I went back with my camera! I was like a child stepping and tiptoeing in the soft snow that covered the verandah's floor in my effort to find the best angle! About 500 meters away is the foot of the Alps, to the right is the chair lifts (Tegelbergbahn: a cable car that can carry its passengers in just a few minutes from an altitude of 830m to about 1730m high up the Alpine Peaks) and to the left is the Castle in all its splendour!
Check this link below for more info:http://www.tegelbergbahn.de/index.php?id=160
I looked at the next room, it was still very quiet. I wonder what Marven was doing, has he seen this view yet? I was thinking about this when I heard him knock at my door. He could not believe I was up so early and was almost ready.
For breakfast, we were ushered to a room by the entrance and was welcomed by a bright (I guess warm) orange breakfast room. Free breakfast is Continental but quite a selection of bread and buns and pastries. I have never seen people eat cheese as much as the Germans do, ok maybe the rest of Europe do the same but I have not been use to this. I also had a hardboiled egg which will be more than enough to sustain me for the rest of the day.
The cold temperature doesn’t seem to help the appetite, maybe I am just hyper with all the new sensations and visual stimulants and my brain has less time to process my feeling of hunger! Which is for my advantage for in the last few days I actually felt a wee bit lighter.
Tried as much cheese and pastries my tummy could handle. Marven brought me an extra pastry to eat for lunch (which I gladly wrapped in one of the coloured serviettes and slipped it into my bag). I let a chuckle out while doing this for I am reminded of stories of people on their European trips doing exactly this. I didn’t really find it necessary to worry about the price of food in Germany as we have so far survived way below our daily budget. Marven is just intent on convincing me to try as many things he thinks is foreign to me to be able to embrace his German culture. Really I think he is just trying to impress me and proved his German stock and heritage is better than mine. Cheeky little devil!
In Germany their main meal is lunch, they hardly ever eat any in the evening. A slice of bread or two and some cheese; that is all I have so far noticed. Most of our expenses in my previous overseas trips with my ex was spent on food and drinks (alcoholic drinks) and paying trour guides and tour operators to show us places. I don’t drink and I don't dine out when I am on holiday except just once or twice to sample the local cuisine. And the good thing about independent travel is you can save a lot of money and still see everything the guided tourists get to see. Maybe you'll see and experience more as you can manage your time and spend more where you want and need to stay longer or less if there is not a lot to see where you are.
After breakfast, we went back upstairs for our bags and I took the opportunity to put on another layer of clothing and my woollen leggings as well. As much as I hate wool on my skin, I knew I would need it today so with two layers of stockings on and my woolen leggings on top; I'm pretty confident my skin will be warm and happy for the rest of the day.
Check out this link for more info: http://www.schwangau.de/home-558.html
It was slippery; the soft snow was not a problem but some parts of the path where the snow has turned into ice was very slippery. We struggled to get to the top. I think it was just a 100m climb but I was puffing when I get to the other end of the steep path.
Spent a few minutes here taking pictures and just trying to absorb as much of this beautiful place would allow us to process and file in our human CPU.
Then we pressed on determined to get to the bridge. And the experience was worth it. Just walking thru the bridge was an experience of its own. Top that with the magical (the Germans call it fantastical) sight of the Castle and it was all worth the slipping and the sliding up that path! I actually had to go on all fours to cross the fence (yes, the way to the Bridge was closed for safety reasons) to get me to the bridge. Even if I had broken an ankle I think I would still think it was all worth it!
On my way down to the main road, I got a bit emotional. I was glad to have realised a childhood fantasy. I was grateful I met a friend who recognised the value of this dream. But way deeper than any of these emotions is the realisation that if Neuchswanstein Castle can arouse and heighten human emotions... I heard myself saying... "Lord I can't wait to see your heavenly palace"! Just as well I have tissues in my bag, I managed to cry without Marven knowing it. He sometimes tells me...you are like a little girl... and yes...I am actually that very moment feeling like a little girl!
Then the descent proved to be twice as hard as walking up the steep path! We got to the horses in one piece though and we saw something 99% of the tourists that day didn't get to see.
We stopped a couple more times for nature's call on our way back to Potsdam aside from the scheduled Zwickau visit to see Rene and Eva. The first one left me laughing like mad. I am used to having a toilet that flushes automatically... but when I flushed this one, the toilet started to make some funny noises...whirrll whirrll sound...or something like that. I look at the bowl and I thought I was going mad! I know I am not drunk as I don't drink. A few seconds later I realise, the toilet seat rotates and a sensor powered cleanser/wiper/sanitiser wipes the whole seat! HHmmm...still laughing I almost forgot to give the door lady some coins (yeah baby, public toilet use is not free in Germany: user pays).
Our plan was to hit the road by 4-5am today. I had a good sleep, it must be the Memory foam or the weather. Poor Marvo had to give up his good bed and settled in his old extra mattress on the floor in his living room. Got up at 6am and checked my bag and all the toiletries I would need for the trip. My tummy was getting a bit ready for some warm food or drink. I found Marvo still in bed on my way to the kitchen. We managed to have a quick breakfast and left just before 7am. Outside, it was still pitch black!
This I believe is a good area to use as a base to explore Bavaria, Austria and even the upper part of Italy, not to mention Switzerland. All these are accessible from Schwangau in just a few hours drive. Prices are quite a lot more reasonable in Germany. Shame we don’t have time to cross the boarders.
Neuschwanstein Castle: After a two minute drive from the hotel to the foot of the mountain, we found ourselves gasping for the magical sights of the two castles!
Before this I have been thinking if all that time spent flying was worth it! Today I know I'd do it again when I get the chance and the money to do it!
We went for the horses. Always wanting to see as much as I can possibly see, I chosed to sit at the front just behind the horses. We were joined by several Japanese tourists. I tried having some small conversations with the lady next to me but she didn’t speak any English. She smiled a lot though and I smiled back a lot at her too! We must have sat in the freezing air for another 20 minutes. Normally I wouId be moaning about the cold by now but I remember not saying anything. I was just busy admiring the old Hunter's Lodge which is now transformed into a boutique accommodation and the beautiful Hohenschwangau Castle which sat like a big life-size portrait perched on top of the hill a few meters above the village!
There is something in the air and it isn’t the coldness or harshness of nature. But I was quite happy once the old man decided it was time to go! Cameras came out and I started to hear a lot of ooohhhhss and aahhhsss interrupted with sudden burst of laughter and shrieking from the four of us in the front seat! The horses decided it was time to let out gas...and man did it smell! This happened at least 4 or 5 times for the whole 15 or so minutes journey up the mountain. At one time, I asked the gentleman, in kindred spirit, had he fed his horses with sauerkrat last night? Both him and Marven let out a crisp chuckle!
A big group just went in and our number was next. There were 2 other guys who didn’t look like Japs aside from me and my buddy. Managing the 3 flights of a spiral staircase, we soon caught up with the group. There were 2 lines and the empty line read “English” which for obvious reasons we decided take. Four minutes later, the tour guide came and unlocked the door and to my surprise we were asked us to go in before he allowed the rest of the group. It took me a few seconds to figure out how to make the best of the multi-language translation gadget each of us had in our hands.
It will take me several pages if I try to describe everything I saw inside this lavishly and I bet painstakingly decorated Castle of King Ludwig II. I can only say this, most of the time I get disappointed when I see the real thing. This time, it is the other way around. The few photos I have seen of the castle do not justify the grandeur, the pompousity yet detailed in the most minute way possible and the surrealism shouting out of everything that is inside. Thus they call this the Fantasy Castle and the King The Fantsy King for he really lived in a world of fantasy. I just can’t put it to words but yes the Castle is way beyond what I was able to imagine. One has to see it to understand it. So will put some shots inside the Castle to give you an idea why I find it difficult to put my thoughts/emotions into words. It is prohibited to take photos inside the castle by the way. These photos are not mine.
Inside the Castle:
He put so much of his life into building his Castles, especially this one being his last project...only to die before it is finished. None of these managed to alleviate I would presume the loneliness inside his heart. Happiness does and never will be found in the material things around us. It is rooted deep inside us and if that internal well is empty and dry, then so is our whole life! Just as in Ludwig’s life...the majesty, the lavishness, the almost unreal reality of his surroundings...none of these really amounted to anything. He was found dead in the freezing waters of the lake nearby!
Photos taken from and on the way to Mary's Bridge
His subjects remained loyal to him to the end. He lived his life the way he saw and or believed it. Had he not been passionate (to the extent of bordering to madness) about the things he loved, he would have left no legacy to his people. There is a degree of madness in each and everyone of us, the only difference that set achievers like Ludwig apart is he took action! He was not afraid even to the point of being counted as mad! Without passion life can go on but with it one can stretch out and is enabled to do that which is uncommon.
Leipzig is the Stadt der Musik in Germany! Mr Johann Sebastian Bach, the composer, worked at the Thomaskirche in this city for many years.
The buildings leaves me in awe, just imagining the amount of work and craftsmanship put into these buildings and then consider they were made hundreds of years ago. It makes me realise the dedication Germans put into whatever they do. This helps me understand why German technology is where it is today.
I noticed every street or road is always so full of cars parked on both sides on my first arrival in Potsdam. Today it finally dawned in me that this is part of German’s everyday life and would be for the rest of Europe I reckon. There are no parking spaces (or no planned parking places and or garages). That I suppose is the downside of these old established cities/villages. People in those days did not envisioned every family owning a minimum of 3-4 cars centuries later. A lot of them also live in flats or apartments especially in the city or village centres.
Then it was time to meet Mr. Lopez!
I was then told we were to have dinner there. I know they don’t eat hot meals in the evenings so I was surprise to see them having a hot meal. I thought it was quite nice/kind of them to have me share a meal with them.
Such lovely people, so welcoming and warm. They all have made me feel comfortable in their home. My only regret is failing to learn their language. Marven tries to translate most of what they talk about but of course he can’t translate everything being said. Still I know if I waited until I am able to understand German or speak a little bit, I would be waiting for years before I could come here.
Previous plan for today was a day trip to Stonehenge. But while enjoying breakfast at the hotel, snow began to fall and rain is looming to follow!
Our first stop was London Tower. It took us an hour to walk around the whole enclosure. It is an amazing experience maybe even more to people who knows the value/s of all that is contained in that building. I could not believe those giant golden goblets existed until now.
Next shots are taken from the London Eye, well worth the money for an unobstructed 360 degrees view of the city.
I also had a chance to meet a few of my idols like these guys:
My intentions of watching a Dinner Show did not happen becoz by the time we have seen all that the Red Bus offered...we were both knackered! A quiet dinner in a buffet place 2 blocks away from our hotel was the end of our second day (and last night)in London. Booked our train tickets to Gatwick Airport before gettingto bed at 11pm with intentions of getting up early to pack and be ready to check out before 9am. This way we can still have almost a full day in London before we head for Gatwick around 4pm tomorrow.