Munich to Somwhere in Austria
Friday 4th September 1998
We were woken up to glorious sunshine streaming through our patio bedroom windows and clear blue skies. Having walked to Trostberg village with Sigi and Jurgen we managed to work up a rather large appetite which was heartily filled by ample helpings of Pretzels and Bavarian speciality white sausage. (Very tasty but rather fattening!)
Our plan was to stay overnight in Austria which was only a few hours ride away – so we took advantage of a lazy morning and drove to see Sigi’s parents who live on a lovely farm just down the road from her. We had a quick tour of the farm and surrounding area and Paula was in raptures after seeing a 2 week premature calf in a barn.
(Everybody go aaaaahhhh!).
As we left, Sigi and Jurgen said goodbye to their parents and sprinkled themselves with holy water. We were told it was for good luck on our journey – not quite the confidence booster I think it was meant to be!
Once back at Sigi’s, we packed our belongings onto our ‘bike in readiness for our departure. Jurgen’s bike was a customised single seater “StreetFighter”, based on a Kawasaki GPz 900 Ninja, so they took Sigi’s bike: a 600 Honda Enduro. As they didn’t have the luxuries of side paniers and a top box, Sigi had to wear an enormous ruc-sac which was almost bigger than she was! Infact from behind, it looked like the motorbike was being ridden by a huge bag!
After making a couple of pit-stops (once at Sigi’s workplace to see if our hotel reservation for the return journey to Koln had been faxed through [it hadn’t] and once for fuel), we were finally on our merry way bound for Austria.
We drove past a beautiful lake called “Chimse” (Chinese Lake) which was surrounded with mountains and had it’s own island complete with Mad King ‘Ludwig’s’ Castle.
We had planned on using the motorway until we got to the Alps, but after about 20 minutes of weaving between lines of stationary traffic, we decided to get off. Particularly as bored car passengers, sick of being stuck in their hot cages, were increasingly deciding to leap unexpectedly from their cars, wander around the carriageways and even organise the odd impromptu motorway pick-nick.
Once over the German border and into Austria, we started to look for somewhere to stay for the night, as by this time it was getting on for 6.00 pm and the girls were tired, hungry and saddle-sore!
We tried a number of hotels that we passed but found that they were quite expensive, so turning off the main road, we went in search of a cheaper B&B. We finally came across a small Guest House in the village of “Matrei a Brenner” (off the A13 past Innsbruck) which was A) very cheap (34DM or £12 each) and B) had a pub/Mexican Restaurant right opposite our room!! Perfect!
After freshening up, we went across to the Pub and had probably the best Mexican food we had ever tasted. What a way to end the day!