|The view from my room in Berchresgaden. The Eagles Nest is on the top of that mountain in the middle.|
I had researched some places to stay in Bamberg and found the cheapest to be a Backpackers place just north of the old centre at 27euros a night. I headed there first but found no one inside. A few other guests had turned up but no one knew where anyone was, the phone numbers they had listed didn't work either. I waited around for about half an hour until someone turned up (we weren't sure if they were another guest or not) and everyone started the process of checking in slowly. They asked me what I wanted (sort of obvious, I thought) and I asked for a room, but then they looked at me funny and asked if I had a reservation. Of course I didn't and then I found they were fully booked (the other guests made reservations). I waited around for so long for that! I asked if there were any other places around the same price and the answer, while still looking dumbfounded that I hadn't booked in this town, was that there were none. Right... It was a Saturday after all, but I can't remember the last town I'd been in where I actually had to book in advance.
I went across the street to a smaller hotel, asked the price, 35euros which was OK, and then asked if they had any rooms free, which was a no. I spent the next hour on this side of one of the rivers wandering round trying to find a vacant room and there was nothing below 79 euro and I wasn't going to pay that. I went to the other side of the river and found the prices to be in the 89euro+ range, but no vacancies. And then I started to worry a little that I may not find anywhere here and it was getting late. I headed back out of the city a little and saw a place with rooms for 25euro advertised, but above a row of sex shops so I'm guessing that one wasn't for your normal tourists. There was another one above a bowling alley for 20euro a night but it looked full. Eventually I found a McDonalds I could get online with and check to see if I could book via my usual websites, and there was nothing on any of the five sites I tried. I gave up looking for a hotel and headed towards the camping place out of town (but around 15euro to camp, and I didn't want to because the task here was to drink a lot of beer) and along the way I noticed another pub/hotel on the way. I went in and asked if they had a room, and they only had one four bed room left, but they'd give it to me for the single room price of 35euro! Success!
That's has been the hardest day of looking for accommodation I've had on this trip.
|Schlenkerla Marzen, straight from the wooden barrel (Excellent!)|
Before they brew the beer here they smoke the malt before brewing it and it gives it a taste like bacon or sausages or bacon sausages. Possibly the best invention ever. I was able to get it in bottles in Melbourne so I had to come get it from the source! But I was about two weeks early to get the Urbock from Schlenkerla, that was my favourite in the bottle but they only start serving it for winter. Well now I just have to come back...
There were of course other things in Bamberg, like really awesome food (check the facebook photos), but there were some buildings too.
|A typical street in the old city.|
|The town hall built over the river.|
|Some more buildings along the river.|
|Strange art in places...|
|A building built in an Italian style apparently.|
|An old building.|
|To keep the window shutters open most buildings had these.|
|The side of the town hall.|
|Old houses along the river.|
|A car show/rally that happened to be parked in the central square.|
|Placing locks on the bridge, some people overdo it though. Also handcuffs.|
|More buildings along the water.|
|The main church, and like all religious buildings everywhere I've been lately , covered in scaffolding.|
|The side door to the church.|
|Schlenkerla. It was 2.50 euro for a beer, but you could also buy bottles for 1.20euro each...|
|Replacing the bad control module for the heated grips.|
Dave and Brett are from Brisbane and have had their bikes overseas for 7 years! They go back to work but come back over every holidays to ride around a little bit more. This year they were renting a nice house in this small town from friends so they could make repairs and service the bikes in preparation for their trip into Iceland and North America next year. They had started this with a 7 month trip from the UK to Korea, and then went back the other direction and since then have been travelling all around this part of the planet every time they get holidays. It was the first time they'd seen another Australian bike overseas which is why Brett had run after me in the middle of the town!
|My bike, with two bikes from Queensland, all the way over here in Germany!|
After this brief stop I started heading west again towards Crispenhofen. I had hoped to stay on the smaller roads but the GPS kept directing me back to the autobahn, and it was getting later in the day so I stopped fighting it and just took the faster road!
And now I'm staying with Gunter, Karen, Jan and Vera on their small farm in a small village! They say that everything is far (5km+) and they live in the countryside (a bigger town is just over the hill in the next valley), it's very strange to hear that as an Australian...
|Watching the cows get fed.|
|A wooden bridge on the outer wall of the city.|
|Beer and armour!|
|One of the four towers in the centre section of the town.|
|A street in the centre.|
|A giant nutcracker outside of one of the Christmas shops in the town. There were lots of handmade tree ornaments in this shop. So many. So shiny. So many Christmas things.|
|Armour and weapons used to defend the town.|
|To the Dungeons.|
|The town above the river.|
|Side of the church.|
|Inside the church. It costs 2 euros to go further into it.|
|Another of the inner towers, this side from the outer wall.|
|The wall which you can walk along. When the town needed defending the residents by each section of wall would defend their part.|
|From the wall, a view up to the church in the middle.|
|I see that evil teddy bear staring at me....|
Tomorrow or the next day I'll get going again and make my slow way towards the UK. It's not far from here, but there's a bit to see in between here and Calais.
And now an air-raid siren is going off...