By the late afternoon of 1/5, we had had enough of bad street signs
through the Alsace Wine Road, France. So, we headed off to
Füssen, Germany and its nearby castles at Schwangau,
Germany. Once again, Toli grossly underestimated the drive through the
mountains and the Black Forest. It was wonderful but very long. And we
also had a little detour in the way when we found a wounded hawk
(dubbed Fritz/Frites) and moved heaven and earth to locate somebody
who could take care of it. We did, but he died in Christine's arms
from his (incurable) internal injury, right before we delivered him to
a lady who takes care of injured wild birds; it was a sad trip
thereon, even though we knew he had died warm, wrapped up in Toli's
fleece, instead of freezing by the highway. Sniff.
Anyway, the trip got a bit more confusing when, late at night, we had
to cross the border into Austia to reach our inn via small country
roads. Once we got to the Gasthof zum Schwanen (Swan Inn) in
Pflach, we had some nice thick goulash soup, and enjoyed the loud
antics of the villagers who all seemed to hang out at the inn's
restaurant. Exhausted we crashed, and the next morning, on 1/6, we
took the following photographs from our room's balcony.
The Alps (panorama).
The Alps (panorama).
The Alps (panorama).
The Alps (panorama).
The Alps (panorama).
