I could have gone on snapping photos all day, there are so many to choose from. I have to say that I did feel vaguely guilty taking pictures of people's locked up bikes -- like a thief casing the joint before the heist, or something like that.
Tuesday, July 14, 2015
Bikes In Munich
Munich is a good place to bike, and we see tons of them everywhere. Unlike the USA, however, where just about all the bikes you see are made by one of the "major" brands, there are many peculiar/interesting bike brands to be seen here in town. A sampling:
I could have gone on snapping photos all day, there are so many to choose from. I have to say that I did feel vaguely guilty taking pictures of people's locked up bikes -- like a thief casing the joint before the heist, or something like that.
I could have gone on snapping photos all day, there are so many to choose from. I have to say that I did feel vaguely guilty taking pictures of people's locked up bikes -- like a thief casing the joint before the heist, or something like that.
Last Couple of Days in Munich
Sunday night: couple of final Mittenwald photos: awaiting dinner at an outdoor cafe...
Monday:
We packed up our stuff in Mittenwald, got everything into the car, and headed for Garmish-Partenkirchen. Overcast and raining the whole way, so it was a good thing that we'd gotten all of our outdoor activities in beforehand.
In the car we listened to our current book on tape, "I am the Messenger" by Markus Zusak -- an entertaining story. We returned our rental car with no hassles to speak of and got our stuff over to the train station to wait for our ride to Munich. Train arrived in plenty of time to get all of our luggage on board, etc, so we had nice seats. Spirited card game en route ("Oh Hell") mixed in with reading the international edition of the New York Times (the Int'l Herald Tribune no longer exists, it's been replaced with this new NYT thing).
Ethan and Lydia also for some reason decided to strike up a spirited conversation partway through the ride on matters related to sexuality and sexual orientation -- it was interesting to hear them debate. Meanwhile, I could tell that the young German guy in the seat across the aisle from us was trying very hard to listen in on the conversation (he was fascinated, it was pretty obvious).
Got in to the main station around noon, unpacked at the hotel (Eden Hotel Wolff), which seems to be nice. I made us reservations at a vegetarian restaurant called "Prinz Myzhkin" (sp?) that is a few blocks south of Marienplatz. We were all pretty eager to be eating something with a lot of green vegetables that didn't taste especially German, so this seemed like a good choice. I had Massaman curry with peanuts, potato, and carrots; Lydia had spinach crepes, Ethan had a japanese noodle dish, and Amy had Samosas. It was a pleasaant meal, very laid-back.
[Ethan's drink is not beer, despite the mug and the appearance...]
Curry, yum:
... and noodles:
After that we had an extended shopping expedition: Ethan looked for a couple of new pairs of pants, Lydia searched for shoes, and Amy wanted to look at loden-coats.
Lydia finally settled on a pair of brown oxford-like shoes, very elegant and a bit formal, from a smallish shoe store called Bagat. I'm actually kind of amazed that it actually happened, since she had a very specific idea of what she wanted and had turned down numerous other possibilities.
Amy (also concluding a lengthy shopping odyssey) found a coat that she liked at Lodenfrey, a department store here. She also had specific things in mind -- she wanted a coat with a hood (not easy to find) with a specific length.
For Ethan we visited (among other places): Superdry, Gant, Tretter, even the following place (the picture does not lie- this really is the name of a retail establishment):
Finally at H & M, Ethan was able to find something that he liked, however we also managed to get separated from Amy and Lydia. Ethan and I were in the men's changing room when Amy stopped in to try to find us -- she yelled out "Ethan, are you there?" and Ethan yelled back "yes", but apparently his reply was drowned out (Amy never heard it, there was too much other stuff going on). Eventually after a certain amount of searching around we decided to head back to the hotel, where we reunited.
After breakfast we headed out to the Hauptbahnhof and got on a train to visit the museum and memorial at Dachau, the former concentration camp. Dachau is ridiculously easy to get to -- from the Munich Hauptbahnhof you take a train for about 20 mins, then hop off at the town train station (Dachau is a town as well) and then take a bus for another 10 minutes to reach the site.
We arrived a little after the 9am opening; it was already starting to get crowded even at that hour (our bus was packed). A good eighty to ninety percent of the visitors to Dachau are German school groups, which leads to a a rather odd sort of cognitive dissonnance -- somber visitors from abroad (mostly Americans, mostly older people, but a few families) alongside Germans teenagers doing the things that teenagers do together in big groups (laughing, chatting, taking selfies, goofing around, etc).
We spent about three hours there, although I think we probably could have stayed the entire day if we wanted to take in every last bit. The museum and the short film were the most interesting parts, the grounds and the buildings didn't really do all that much, given that so much of the original construction there had been torn down and then reconstructed later.
I feel as though I learned a fair amount about the Dachau camp itself -- I hadn't realized how many different categories of "undesirable" types were there: in addition to Jewish people there were also Poles, Russian prisoners, homosexuals, communists, dissidents, etc. There was even a group of men who had been fighters in the Spanish civil war (against Franco) -- they had wound up imprisoned in France and had then been transferred to Dachau later during the war.
A very grim/sad/chilling/creepy place, but in an odd way, also somehow sort of "ordinary" in a sense, tucked in and among the leafy Munich suburbs. In the film they had footage of Dachau residents coming to view what was actually going on inside the camp that they'd been living beside (taken at the time that the camp was liberated by the Americans).
We split up for the afternoon -- Amy and Lydia headed off to an art museum, while Ethan and I hit the hotel gym (rode the exercise bike for an hour, then lifted weights). I think we will shoot for a quiet evening tonight, nothing special planned.
... and discovering an interesting poster on the main drag:
Monday:
We packed up our stuff in Mittenwald, got everything into the car, and headed for Garmish-Partenkirchen. Overcast and raining the whole way, so it was a good thing that we'd gotten all of our outdoor activities in beforehand.
In the car we listened to our current book on tape, "I am the Messenger" by Markus Zusak -- an entertaining story. We returned our rental car with no hassles to speak of and got our stuff over to the train station to wait for our ride to Munich. Train arrived in plenty of time to get all of our luggage on board, etc, so we had nice seats. Spirited card game en route ("Oh Hell") mixed in with reading the international edition of the New York Times (the Int'l Herald Tribune no longer exists, it's been replaced with this new NYT thing).
Ethan and Lydia also for some reason decided to strike up a spirited conversation partway through the ride on matters related to sexuality and sexual orientation -- it was interesting to hear them debate. Meanwhile, I could tell that the young German guy in the seat across the aisle from us was trying very hard to listen in on the conversation (he was fascinated, it was pretty obvious).
Got in to the main station around noon, unpacked at the hotel (Eden Hotel Wolff), which seems to be nice. I made us reservations at a vegetarian restaurant called "Prinz Myzhkin" (sp?) that is a few blocks south of Marienplatz. We were all pretty eager to be eating something with a lot of green vegetables that didn't taste especially German, so this seemed like a good choice. I had Massaman curry with peanuts, potato, and carrots; Lydia had spinach crepes, Ethan had a japanese noodle dish, and Amy had Samosas. It was a pleasaant meal, very laid-back.
[Ethan's drink is not beer, despite the mug and the appearance...]
Curry, yum:
... and noodles:
After that we had an extended shopping expedition: Ethan looked for a couple of new pairs of pants, Lydia searched for shoes, and Amy wanted to look at loden-coats.
Lydia finally settled on a pair of brown oxford-like shoes, very elegant and a bit formal, from a smallish shoe store called Bagat. I'm actually kind of amazed that it actually happened, since she had a very specific idea of what she wanted and had turned down numerous other possibilities.
Amy (also concluding a lengthy shopping odyssey) found a coat that she liked at Lodenfrey, a department store here. She also had specific things in mind -- she wanted a coat with a hood (not easy to find) with a specific length.
For Ethan we visited (among other places): Superdry, Gant, Tretter, even the following place (the picture does not lie- this really is the name of a retail establishment):
Finally at H & M, Ethan was able to find something that he liked, however we also managed to get separated from Amy and Lydia. Ethan and I were in the men's changing room when Amy stopped in to try to find us -- she yelled out "Ethan, are you there?" and Ethan yelled back "yes", but apparently his reply was drowned out (Amy never heard it, there was too much other stuff going on). Eventually after a certain amount of searching around we decided to head back to the hotel, where we reunited.
Dinner at Broeding (sp?) a fancy place that Amy had picked out a while back. Smallish dining area but extremely gourmet: smoked salmon with braised leeks, arugula, and horseradish cream, then beef shoulder with chanterelles and roast potatoes, and finally a hazlenut mousse/partfait thing with cherries and pineapple. Very tasty (the wines were quite good as well).
We had taken a cab to get to dinner, then decided to walk back. The stroll was interesting in two respects. First, the time it took on foot was just about the same as the time in the cab (traffic was very heavy). Second, the route back took us by a big youth hostel, which was swarming with young people -- we fell in with a group of youngsters from the USA and UK and listen in on what they were talking about.
We had taken a cab to get to dinner, then decided to walk back. The stroll was interesting in two respects. First, the time it took on foot was just about the same as the time in the cab (traffic was very heavy). Second, the route back took us by a big youth hostel, which was swarming with young people -- we fell in with a group of youngsters from the USA and UK and listen in on what they were talking about.
Tuesday:
Last day on vacation here in Munich. It is fun to relax and explore, but I think all of us are starting to think about returning home to sleep in our own beds and get back to our usual routines.
After breakfast we headed out to the Hauptbahnhof and got on a train to visit the museum and memorial at Dachau, the former concentration camp. Dachau is ridiculously easy to get to -- from the Munich Hauptbahnhof you take a train for about 20 mins, then hop off at the town train station (Dachau is a town as well) and then take a bus for another 10 minutes to reach the site.
We arrived a little after the 9am opening; it was already starting to get crowded even at that hour (our bus was packed). A good eighty to ninety percent of the visitors to Dachau are German school groups, which leads to a a rather odd sort of cognitive dissonnance -- somber visitors from abroad (mostly Americans, mostly older people, but a few families) alongside Germans teenagers doing the things that teenagers do together in big groups (laughing, chatting, taking selfies, goofing around, etc).
We spent about three hours there, although I think we probably could have stayed the entire day if we wanted to take in every last bit. The museum and the short film were the most interesting parts, the grounds and the buildings didn't really do all that much, given that so much of the original construction there had been torn down and then reconstructed later.
I feel as though I learned a fair amount about the Dachau camp itself -- I hadn't realized how many different categories of "undesirable" types were there: in addition to Jewish people there were also Poles, Russian prisoners, homosexuals, communists, dissidents, etc. There was even a group of men who had been fighters in the Spanish civil war (against Franco) -- they had wound up imprisoned in France and had then been transferred to Dachau later during the war.
A very grim/sad/chilling/creepy place, but in an odd way, also somehow sort of "ordinary" in a sense, tucked in and among the leafy Munich suburbs. In the film they had footage of Dachau residents coming to view what was actually going on inside the camp that they'd been living beside (taken at the time that the camp was liberated by the Americans).
We had a quick noodle lunch after getting back to Munich at an Asian place that Amy had spotted on one of our travels to/from the city center. I was glad to have a meal with a relatively short duration (with the more established restaurants it can be difficult to get in and out without spending 60, 90, 120 mins).
We split up for the afternoon -- Amy and Lydia headed off to an art museum, while Ethan and I hit the hotel gym (rode the exercise bike for an hour, then lifted weights). I think we will shoot for a quiet evening tonight, nothing special planned.
Sunday, July 12, 2015
Parasailing in Garmish-Partenkirchen
While strolling around in Mittenwald the previous day, we ran into a sign advertising tandem parasailing in Garmish-Partenkirchen (next town over, about a 30 min drive), so we decided to check it out. It took a while to get in touch with the woman running the show (she is very busy during the day and doesn't seem to answer her phone much), but in the evening we connected and made a reservation for the following morning.
Tandem parasailing works by taking an inexperienced flyer and strapping them into a two-person harness with "pilot" who actually knows what he or she is doing and can operate the equipment. It is kind of pricey (130+ euros a shot), so we decided that the kids could go but the adults would stay on the ground this time around.
Weather was good Sunday morning (the key factor is the wind-- has to be a calm day), so we hopped in the car and drove out to G.P. They had their operation set up at the base of the Kreuzeck chairlift to the south of town (big skiing operation in the winter, but the lift still runs in the summer on a limited basis).
We met up with Edith, the leader of the outfit that we'd picked (Aerotaxi) and within only a few minutes she had lined up the "pilots" who would be flying the parasails with our kids. It was not especially difficult to notice the difference between the American way of doing these things (which would have involved lengthy safety lectures, prepayment of all funds, and pages + pages of liability forms to sign) with the European way, which essentially boiled down to "Ok, grab this bag and walk with me to the lift-- you can pay later".
Here are the kids on their way:
On the walk down from the lift we noticed this sign-- a museum devoted to people named Bob?
Photos are kind of mixed up from here on in -- first a sequence of shots taken by Ethan, who brought my camera along for his ride. At the top, getting set up:
Aloft:
Now some more photos taken with Amy's phone:
Zugspitz, which is just to the east of Kreuzberg (and much bigger -- tallest peak in Germany, even though it doesn't really look like it from this perspective):
A shot of Ethan coming down:
... and landing:
Lydia descending:
Big smiles back on the ground:
It looked like a lot of fun -- I think the next time around I will be very tempted to try it myself!
Tandem parasailing works by taking an inexperienced flyer and strapping them into a two-person harness with "pilot" who actually knows what he or she is doing and can operate the equipment. It is kind of pricey (130+ euros a shot), so we decided that the kids could go but the adults would stay on the ground this time around.
Weather was good Sunday morning (the key factor is the wind-- has to be a calm day), so we hopped in the car and drove out to G.P. They had their operation set up at the base of the Kreuzeck chairlift to the south of town (big skiing operation in the winter, but the lift still runs in the summer on a limited basis).
We met up with Edith, the leader of the outfit that we'd picked (Aerotaxi) and within only a few minutes she had lined up the "pilots" who would be flying the parasails with our kids. It was not especially difficult to notice the difference between the American way of doing these things (which would have involved lengthy safety lectures, prepayment of all funds, and pages + pages of liability forms to sign) with the European way, which essentially boiled down to "Ok, grab this bag and walk with me to the lift-- you can pay later".
Here are the kids on their way:
On the walk down from the lift we noticed this sign-- a museum devoted to people named Bob?
Photos are kind of mixed up from here on in -- first a sequence of shots taken by Ethan, who brought my camera along for his ride. At the top, getting set up:
Aloft:
Zugspitz, which is just to the east of Kreuzberg (and much bigger -- tallest peak in Germany, even though it doesn't really look like it from this perspective):
A shot of Ethan coming down:
... and landing:
Lydia descending:
Big smiles back on the ground:
It looked like a lot of fun -- I think the next time around I will be very tempted to try it myself!
Bolzano, then Mittenwald
Friday:
At one point we had entertained ideas about trying to get up very early on Friday morning to try to do one of the "Via Ferrata" hikes in the Corvara area, but we were so tired on Thursday night after our 19 kilometer "hike out" from Rifugio Dibona that we never got organized (the bus arrived a bit late, and we would have had to rush into town to rent the climbing harnesses)... this seemed like too much of a hassle, so we opted to do Friday on a somewhat more relaxed schedule. We got up at a reasonable hour, had breakfast (more conversations with the Brits), got packed up, and then drove our way over to the city of Bolzano to visit the archeological museum, which was fun. Parking was a bit of challenge, but we did eventually find a lot with a free space, then walked into the city center to see the museum.
The chief attraction of the museum is that it houses "Ötzi" the ice man, the mummy discovered emerging from a melting glacier back in 1991. As it turns out, just about everything in the museum is about him (there really weren't any other exhibits to speak of). Still, there is some really astonishing stuff that they had there, including all of the various tools and kit that he was carrying (knife, bow, axe, backpack, etc) as well as exhaustive analysis of his body, etc (using DNA, carbon dating etc). It was definitely a huge discovery-- a game changer in many ways when it came to the "copper age" neolithic humans.
We had lunch at a cool restaurant called "ZenZero" -- weird mix between Asian dishes (Pad thai noodles), Mediterranean food, and foccaccia, but very tasty. From then it was back into the car and onto the autostrada to complete the journey up to Mittenwald.
We arrived around 4:30ish I think? After the comparatively non-existent wifi in Pension Angelo the kids were desperate to reconnect digitally, so Amy and I went for a walk on our own to scope things out. Fair number of pedestrians out and about in the main drag... it was a lively scene. We visited the tourist info center, looked for grocery stores + bakeries, and headed down to the train station to check out the bike rental place.
Mittenwald has a sort of old-fashioned feel to it, a bit more sleepy than the places we've been to so far. The hotel had the same feel -- slightly dim, cavernous lobby, sizeable rooms with space to stretch out and nice small balconies with a couple of chairs in which to sit while reading.
We had dinner at the hotel restaurant. I had the pan-fried trout, which turned out to be very good -- possibly the best piece of trout I have had in many years (very fresh, seasoned well, and perfectly cooked). The salad and potatoes were quite tasty as well.
Central square, main church:
Saturday:
After breakfast we decided to rent bikes and ride out to one of the nearby lakes, which (we were told) offered swimming possibilities. Getting set up with the bikes proved fairly straightforward, but once we got going it became immedaitely apparent that the bike map (which we'd purchased for 3 euros at the tourist center) was completely inadequate... not enough detail. We did manage to muddle our way along, however, and after bunch of fits and starts we wound up at a small lake ("Barmsee") north of Mittenwald. More or less by accident we found a swimming area off to the side (not really marked) and paid our 3 euros to get in -- it turned out to be a really nice place to swim.
Water was cool but not freezing. It reminded me a little of the place that we go to swim in Wallingford VT, near where my mom lives-- lots of "locals", families with little kids, etc.
After our swim we fortitied ourselves with ice cream, then cycled over to a nearby town ("Krais") in search of lunch. There was just a single cafe there, so we settled in and ordered some food.
Amy had sausage with potato salad, I had a weird bowl of soup that looked like meat broth with strips of cut up pancakes (can't recall the name), and the kids ordered "large schnitzel salads", which turned out to be enormous (they weren't kidding about the 'large' part):
Amazingly, Ethan was able to eat the entire thing (Lydia got close but didn't quite polish hers off). On the road biking back to Mittenwald:
After a short break to rest, we walked down to the "Geigenbau" (violin-making) museum here in town. It was interesting-- Mittenwald apparently has a long history of violin-making. Although most of the major signage was done in both German and English, but there were still a lot of exhibits that had German signs without any English translations, grumble (there was a big one in the middle that was showing the various compounds they put into the varnish that I wish they'd had translations for, but no dice-- oh well). Even so, it was still an interesting visit.
Viola di Amoro (sp?):
One of the many painted storefronts/housefronts in town -- this was very common to see:
We visited the grocery store ("REWE") after that to stock up on water, fruit, chocolate, etc. Nice place (inexpensive to boot).
After that we biked over to the train station to return our bikes. The owners were long gone (they had left around noon), but they gave us instructions to lock our bikes to a specific railing, which we did. After locking up you are supposed to deposit the keys in this contraption (interesting!) that funnels them down into a plastic basin:
Relaxing on the balcony:
View from the balcony to the southwest -- nice sunset:
At one point we had entertained ideas about trying to get up very early on Friday morning to try to do one of the "Via Ferrata" hikes in the Corvara area, but we were so tired on Thursday night after our 19 kilometer "hike out" from Rifugio Dibona that we never got organized (the bus arrived a bit late, and we would have had to rush into town to rent the climbing harnesses)... this seemed like too much of a hassle, so we opted to do Friday on a somewhat more relaxed schedule. We got up at a reasonable hour, had breakfast (more conversations with the Brits), got packed up, and then drove our way over to the city of Bolzano to visit the archeological museum, which was fun. Parking was a bit of challenge, but we did eventually find a lot with a free space, then walked into the city center to see the museum.
The chief attraction of the museum is that it houses "Ötzi" the ice man, the mummy discovered emerging from a melting glacier back in 1991. As it turns out, just about everything in the museum is about him (there really weren't any other exhibits to speak of). Still, there is some really astonishing stuff that they had there, including all of the various tools and kit that he was carrying (knife, bow, axe, backpack, etc) as well as exhaustive analysis of his body, etc (using DNA, carbon dating etc). It was definitely a huge discovery-- a game changer in many ways when it came to the "copper age" neolithic humans.
We had lunch at a cool restaurant called "ZenZero" -- weird mix between Asian dishes (Pad thai noodles), Mediterranean food, and foccaccia, but very tasty. From then it was back into the car and onto the autostrada to complete the journey up to Mittenwald.
We arrived around 4:30ish I think? After the comparatively non-existent wifi in Pension Angelo the kids were desperate to reconnect digitally, so Amy and I went for a walk on our own to scope things out. Fair number of pedestrians out and about in the main drag... it was a lively scene. We visited the tourist info center, looked for grocery stores + bakeries, and headed down to the train station to check out the bike rental place.
Mittenwald has a sort of old-fashioned feel to it, a bit more sleepy than the places we've been to so far. The hotel had the same feel -- slightly dim, cavernous lobby, sizeable rooms with space to stretch out and nice small balconies with a couple of chairs in which to sit while reading.
We had dinner at the hotel restaurant. I had the pan-fried trout, which turned out to be very good -- possibly the best piece of trout I have had in many years (very fresh, seasoned well, and perfectly cooked). The salad and potatoes were quite tasty as well.
Central square, main church:
Saturday:
After breakfast we decided to rent bikes and ride out to one of the nearby lakes, which (we were told) offered swimming possibilities. Getting set up with the bikes proved fairly straightforward, but once we got going it became immedaitely apparent that the bike map (which we'd purchased for 3 euros at the tourist center) was completely inadequate... not enough detail. We did manage to muddle our way along, however, and after bunch of fits and starts we wound up at a small lake ("Barmsee") north of Mittenwald. More or less by accident we found a swimming area off to the side (not really marked) and paid our 3 euros to get in -- it turned out to be a really nice place to swim.
Water was cool but not freezing. It reminded me a little of the place that we go to swim in Wallingford VT, near where my mom lives-- lots of "locals", families with little kids, etc.
After our swim we fortitied ourselves with ice cream, then cycled over to a nearby town ("Krais") in search of lunch. There was just a single cafe there, so we settled in and ordered some food.
Amy had sausage with potato salad, I had a weird bowl of soup that looked like meat broth with strips of cut up pancakes (can't recall the name), and the kids ordered "large schnitzel salads", which turned out to be enormous (they weren't kidding about the 'large' part):
Amazingly, Ethan was able to eat the entire thing (Lydia got close but didn't quite polish hers off). On the road biking back to Mittenwald:
After a short break to rest, we walked down to the "Geigenbau" (violin-making) museum here in town. It was interesting-- Mittenwald apparently has a long history of violin-making. Although most of the major signage was done in both German and English, but there were still a lot of exhibits that had German signs without any English translations, grumble (there was a big one in the middle that was showing the various compounds they put into the varnish that I wish they'd had translations for, but no dice-- oh well). Even so, it was still an interesting visit.
Viola di Amoro (sp?):
One of the many painted storefronts/housefronts in town -- this was very common to see:
We visited the grocery store ("REWE") after that to stock up on water, fruit, chocolate, etc. Nice place (inexpensive to boot).
After that we biked over to the train station to return our bikes. The owners were long gone (they had left around noon), but they gave us instructions to lock our bikes to a specific railing, which we did. After locking up you are supposed to deposit the keys in this contraption (interesting!) that funnels them down into a plastic basin:
Relaxing on the balcony:
View from the balcony to the southwest -- nice sunset:
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