Day 5: Ulm, Tübingen, Heidelberg

The original plan for today was to explore Ulm for a bit and then jump on a train to Heidelberg.  The rain came early to Ulm (remember, the rain gods have a copy of my itinerary) so I was not inclined to stick around for long.  I did walk along the Danube river for a couple of kilometers and circumnavigated the city centre for a while, but then I had the idea to visit Tübingen on the way to Heidelberg.  Tübingen is a university town in on the Neckar river south of Stütgart. I was hoping it would be worth the time, and I was not disappointed.
I exited the train and header for the Altstadt (old city) which is on a hillside above the river.  The streets are narrow, steep and winding and all of the buildings are in the half-timbered style of the Black Forest.  Here, as in Ulm earlier, it was market day with stalls of produce and flowers in the main square.  I climbed up to the high point of the city centre to a castle which didn’t really look worth the 4 euro admission fee, then explored for a while before looking for lunch.

The Lonely Planet guide recommended a place called Gasthausbrauerei Neckarmüller for excellent food and beer.   I plopped down at a table on the patio overlooking the river and promptly smashed my fingertip in a loose part of the chair.  After I recovered from the injury I ordered a lunch recommended to “go well with bier” (seriously, what doesn’t go well with beer?) — a Wurstsalat (sausage salad) and a large unfiltered dunkel bier.  The salad was sort of a pile of bologna-like meat (but less slimy) with slivers of pickle and sharp red onions and some local bread.  The garnish was several gerkins.  Both the food and drink were perfect and I enjoyed my leisurely lunch by the Neckar river watching the punters float boats full of tourists back and forth.

Back on the train, I connected through Stütgart back to Heidelberg.  In Stütgart I changed trains and climbed into the first class car.  This car had the “private” compartments of six comfy chairs with a sliding glass door.  After checking that I seat I had chosen had not been reserved I put the headphones on and listened to some Bat For Lashes, Florence and The Machine, and Portishead while prim and proper german businessmen boarded.  Two of them entered the same compartment where I was sitting and checked the reservation board three times making sure they were in the right place.  I was amused as they sat down opposite me and tried to determine why I was sitting up here in their first class compartment.  You know I fit right in: they were in their gray teutonic suits with matching belts and shoes while I was wearing my clean-ish blue jeans, hiking boots and Rockies t-shirt (GO ROCKIES!).  I watched with glee as the ticket inspector came in and they expected me to be booted out back to second class where I belonged…  I could see the disappointment on their faces when the inspector checked my pass and went on his way.

The businessmen finally had some relief when we reached Heidelberg where I was departing.  Just to mess with them a little more, I left a couple of parting gifts in the compartment before exiting the train — remember what I had for lunch?

I found my hotel to be very Sprockets-like and clean, but not very close to the Altstadt.  I was about to get on a tram to the city centre when my cell phone rang with some bad news.  Antionette took Lucy to the vet today to have her infected toe checked and while the infection was better the ulcer on the toe was worse.  Bad enough, in fact, that the vet wants to amputate at least the toe soon, possibly before I get back.  They’re going to check on it once more next week and then a decision will be made.  I feel so bad for Lucy and wish that I could be there for her.  I’ve already investigated coming back early if she does need the amputation before the 28th.

In a funk now, I tried to navigate the tram and bus system and eventually made it to the city centre, but I was not in much of a drinking mood.  I had a couple of beers and headed back to the hotel where I slept restlessly.

Day 4: Würzburg, Augsburg, Ulm

I woke up in Hirschaid to gray cloudy skies again, but at least there was no rain — yet.  I discovered a few more mosquito bites on my arms, legs and on the top of my left ear…  you know this always starts your day in the best possible manner.  I packed up and headed for the train station.
Apparently the train station in Hirschaid had been closed for six weeks until today (which explains the reason for the bus connection the day before) but there was still a lot of construction on the line.  If there had been any other connection option, an earlier train for example, I would have taken it.  As it was I needed to connect through Fürth to Würzburg to catch the Romantic Road coach through Röthenburg.  I had almost 30 minutes to spare in the original plan but that was not enough.  I made it to Fürth just fine but found the connecting train was already 10 minutes late.  As I waited, the status board changed to 15 minutes late.  Okay, this is still doable I told myself with mock enthusiasm.  On board, the conductor announced the train would be 20 minutes late into Würzburg.  Still possible to exit the train and run out to the bus stands without missing my pre-paid bus tour.

A few minutes later an announcement told me the train would be 30 minutes late and in reality we were 35 minutes late… clearly I missed my bus.  I sat on a bench and reviewed my options and came to the conclusion thatI should jump on the next train to Augsburg and salvage a little of the day by spending a little time there (it’s  also part of the Romantic Road).  When I arrived, though, other than a little architecture the city was pretty work-a-day and not very interesting.  I admit I was not trying very hard, though.

At least the sun was out!  I think the rain gods have my itinerary and had not been informed of my change of plans (they were raining on the bus).  When I arrived in Ulm it was still sunny as I walked from the train station to my hotel next to the Münster, a 161m tall steeple/church combo.  I wish there was something nearby to reference to compare its height, but it is a spectacular structure that overshadows nearly everything in the city.  There is another tall steeple a few blocks away but you almost don’t see it because you’re craning your neck up at the big one.

I found the memorial to Einstein (he was born in Ulm) at the spot of his childhood home.  It’s now in a pedestrian shopping mall a few meters from a MacDonald’s and a Burger King.  This is just wrong.

I grabbed a snack for dinner and planned on heading out in the early night to take photos of the steeple, but my fatigue caught up with me and I slept hard and long that night.

Day 3: Leipzig, Hirschaid


Es regnet.  It rains.
First, however, let’s talk about Leipzig.  My preconceptions about Leipzig were along the lines of a gray, east-german style place with no character.  But seriously, it’s been twenty years since the fall of the wall, and the sun has figuratively been shining pretty brightly here, despite the bleary cold skies.
It’s Monday, so almost all of the museums and attractions in the city (as in most cities) are closed.  I found a few things that were available to visit:  a statue of Goethe as a law student, the Nickolaikirche, the Thomaskirche and the Stassi museum.
The Thomaskirche is famous as the burial place of Bach.  The inside of the church is okay, mostly timber-beamed with a few stained glass windows.  The alter contains the grave, adorned with fresh flowers, and is fairly plain.  A small shop sells t-shirts and hoodies, and a large statue of Bach stands outside the church under which a local plays classic Bach songs on an accordion.
I was looking forward to the Stasi museum (the former east german police), but since it was one of the few places open today it was full of tour bus groups.  I waited about thirty minutes in the hot waiting room before I decided to move along.
I found a Starbuck’s (I know, hard to believe!) and parked outside with a cuppa and utilized the wi-fi to check e-mail and upload some photos.  The weather cooled and the wind came up a bit, so to stay warm I took a walk around the Swan Pond and the Opera House before heading back towards the train station.  On the way, I did something very brave (or very foolish) and had a lunch of currywürst.  Luckily, it did not come back to haunt me on the three hours of train travel to follow.
Did I mention that when the day started I put my backpack into the luggage lockers at the train station?   Well, the lockers are over on the side of one of the platforms, in an area that would probably be off-limits in the states.  On this platform, obviously unused, were several old east german locomotives and rolling stock.  I snooped around and took many photos.
Eventually it was time to head for Hirschaid, outside of Bamberg.  Another ICE train took me through some very lovely rolling hills and valleys (worth the trip alone) but I noticed the rain had followed me from Berlin.  There were puddles in the fields as the train passed. When I arrived in Bamberg I had to connect to Hirschaid via bus.  Since all of the busses had the same code (SEV) on them, I had to trundle through the pouring rain having the following conversation:
Gehen Sie zu Hirschaid?
Nein.
Nein.
Nein.
Wo ist Hirschaid?
Ja.
Soaking wet,  I climbed aboard and rode to Hirschaid.  Something I had not anticipated was that the bus would not stop at the train station in Hirschaid.  My directions referenced a starting point of the station, so  I was a little bit lost.  I went into a restaurant to ask directions and the woman managed to tell me the exactly wrong way to go.  I’m also sure, from the reaction of the people in the restaurant, that they were soon on the phone alerting the entire village:  There’s an American in town!  I got the feeling that tourists are rare in Hirschaid.
Luckily I happened upon a building with a town map and I oriented myself so that I could find the Braueri Kruas Gasthaus.  I walked up to the door to find a sign that said (in german) that they were on vacation.  Eventually I found a back door near the loading dock where people were working in an office.  Through my bad german and their complete refusal to speak any English, I managed to inform them of my reservation.  A worker showed me to the room and as I unloaded my gear I noticed everyone leaving for the day.  Some of the workers were grabbing a bottle or two from the loading dock to take home for dinner.  Since the guest house was closed, there was no dinner at the brewery and NO BEER!  I walked around the village for about an hour in the rain looking for any restaurant that was still open (apparently Mondays in Hirschaid are the local closing day) so I ended up finding the only person in the village willing and/or able to speak english… at the SubStop.  I took my salami sub and a Coke Zero back to the room.  Bonus find at 3 am:  mosquitos in the room that bit me in the face.  Awesome!

Es regnet.  It rains.


First, however, let’s talk about Leipzig.  My preconceptions about Leipzig were along the lines of a gray, east-german style place with no character.  But seriously, it’s been twenty years since the fall of the wall, and the sun has figuratively been shining pretty brightly here, despite the bleary cold skies.


It’s Monday, so almost all of the museums and attractions in the city (as in most cities) are closed.  I found a few things that were available to visit:  a statue of Goethe as a law student, the Nickolaikirche, the Thomaskirche and the Stassi museum.


The Thomaskirche is famous as the burial place of Bach.  The inside of the church is okay, mostly timber-beamed with a few stained glass windows.  The alter contains the grave, adorned with fresh flowers, and is fairly plain.  A small shop sells t-shirts and hoodies, and a large statue of Bach stands outside the church under which a local plays classic Bach compositions on an accordion.


I was looking forward to the Stasi museum (the former east german police), but since it was one of the few places open today it was full of tour bus groups.  I waited about thirty minutes in the hot waiting room before I decided to move along.


I found a Starbuck’s (I know, hard to believe!) and parked outside with a cuppa and utilized the wi-fi to check e-mail and upload some photos.  The weather cooled and the wind came up a bit, so to stay warm I took a walk around the Swan Pond and the Opera House before heading back towards the train station.  On the way, I did something very brave (or very foolish) and had a lunch of currywurst.  Luckily, it did not come back to haunt me on the three hours of train travel to follow.


Did I mention that when the day started I put my backpack into the luggage lockers at the train station?   Well, the lockers are over on the side of one of the platforms, in an area that would probably be off-limits in the states.  On this platform, obviously unused, were several old east german locomotives and rolling stock.  I snooped around and took many photos.


Eventually it was time to head for Hirschaid, outside of Bamberg.  Another ICE train took me through some very lovely rolling hills and valleys (worth the trip alone) but I noticed the rain had followed me from Berlin.  There were puddles in the fields as the train passed. When I arrived in Bamberg I had to connect to Hirschaid via bus.  Since all of the busses had the same code (SEV) on them, I had to trundle through the pouring rain having the following conversation:


Gehen Sie zu Hirschaid?

Nein.

Nein.

Nein.

Wo ist Hirschaid?

Ja.


Soaking wet,  I climbed aboard and rode to Hirschaid.  Something I had not anticipated was that the bus would not stop at the train station in Hirschaid.  My directions referenced a starting point of the station, so  I was a little bit lost.  I went into a restaurant to ask directions and the woman managed to tell me the exactly wrong way to go.  I’m also sure, from the reaction of the people in the restaurant, that they were soon on the phone alerting the entire village:  “There’s an American in town!”  I got the feeling that tourists are rare in Hirschaid.


Luckily I happened upon a building with a town map and I oriented myself so that I could find the Braueri Kruas Gasthaus.  I walked up to the door to find a sign that said (in german) that they were on vacation.  Eventually I found a back door near the loading dock where people were working in an office.  Through my bad german and their complete refusal to speak any English, I managed to inform them of my reservation.  A worker showed me to the room and as I unloaded my gear I noticed everyone leaving for the day.  Some of the workers were grabbing a bottle or two from the loading dock to take home for dinner.  Since the guest house was closed, there was no dinner at the brewery and NO BEER!  I walked around the village for about an hour in the rain looking for any restaurant that was still open (apparently Mondays in Hirschaid are the local closing day) so I ended up finding the only person in the village willing and/or able to speak english… at the SubStop.  I took my salami sub and a Coke Zero back to the room.  Bonus find at 3 am:  mosquitos in the room that bit me in the face.  Awesome!