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Beer and Fucking Tour… Crossing the world’s longest pedestrian suspension bridge…

Monday was going to be a big day for us.  Bill had made reservations for us to visit the Starkenberger Castle and Brewery for a very expensive but decadent dip in one of their “beer pools”.  But we needed something to do in the morning.  The weather was pretty crappy in Lermoos.  It was raining.  The WiFi at the hotel was very slow, making it difficult for me to start blogging, which is what I really felt like doing.  But I could get the net going enough to search for Highline 179, which is the world’s longest pedestrian suspension bridge.

Nice breakfast.  We had assigned seating, probably so all the senior citizens could sit together.

Loved the quaint dining room.

Highline 179 was just built recently and has only been open since November 2014.  One of Bill’s colleagues had visited it, but didn’t go on the bridge because the people he was with were too tired.  In order to access the bridge, you do have to do some heavy duty walking uphill.  The bridge spans across the B179 near Reutte and connects the Ehrenburg Castle Ruins and Fort Claudia.  I had seen the ruins and Fort Claudia on drives through the area, but had never visited them.  Though it was raining, we knew there was a museum.  I was kind of hoping the rain would let up.

We got to Highline 179, paid three euros for parking, and visited the museum first.  I have to admit, the museum was surprisingly entertaining.  I was expecting it to be about the bridge, but it was actually about the ruins.  There were a lot of interactive exhibits that were done with humor and fun.  I would recommend it for kids, but as an adult, I also found it fascinating and a bit gruesome.  When you visit the museum, you learn about the plagues… and the Christian Crusades and how Christians murdered Muslims in very brutal and bloody ways.  It got me to thinking about our current issues with ISIS and how the problems between the world’s religions is an age old issue.  All of the exhibits were done in German, but English translations and subtitles on the films were available.

Yes, you can try on the armor and step on the scale to see how much it and you weigh together.  Needless to say, I didn’t do it.

Bill tries the sword.

And the helmet…

Rocks hurled from a trebuchet.

Learned about alchemy…

And the plagues…  Notice the coffin decor.

And I learned that burping or farting was considered ill mannered at the dinner table.

In German, too.

There’s even a 3D film at the end…  I liked that the museum ended on a humorous note.  I won’t spoil the surprise, except to offer a tip to would be visitors not to forget the 3D glasses as Bill and I initially did.

After we visited the museum, we bravely set off for Ehrenburg Ruins and climbed the very steep path.  Once again, I tested my mettle and heart health.  I’m proud to say I made it, though I did a lot of heavy breathing.  It costs eight euros a person to go back and forth across the bridge.  We decided to do the bridge first, then visited the ruins.  I must admit it was a bit nervewracking because of the rain and the wind.  But the views up there are spectacular and it’s very safe.  The bridge supposedly can support up to 1000 people at a time.  I sure hope it’s never tested!

The beginning of the bridge.  The people ahead of us were kind of rude… especially the guy.  Bill was upset because he didn’t help his wife.  Sometimes I wonder how in the world I got so lucky in finding such a nice guy to call my husband.

 

Stunning views, even with shitty weather.

A panoramic shot.

There is also a nature exhibit at the museum, but for some reason, Bill didn’t get a ticket for that.  No matter.  The museum and walk up to the suspension bridge ate up plenty of time.  Then we had lunch at the Salz Stadl restaurant located on the grounds.  I learned in the museum that salt was a very important part of the culture in this part of Austria and was very valuable.  There is a salt mine in Lermoos.

Though it’s not cheap to visit, I recommend the Highline 179 bridge and accompanying attractions.  They are very well done and entertaining.  In fact, Bill and I didn’t even see everything.  We missed Fort Claudia and another site because we were both tired and needed to get going to our next stop, the Starkenberger beer pools!

We enjoyed a nice Kaiser pils…  very refreshing after a long and taxing walk up and down the mountain.

I had smoked trout with horseradish cream.  This was served cold.  I wanted schweinebraten, but they were out of it.

Bill had wurst with a dumpling and sauerkraut.  It was really good.

And a schnapps!

More photos are below, taken with a digital camera.

A chapel near the restaurant.

Big mountain on the way back toward Lermoos.

 
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Beer and Fucking Tour… Hangry on the way to Lermoos…

The drive to Lermoos took a long time.  Our side trip to Fuckersberg took us off course.  Then we had to stop for gas and a potty break, happily at a truck stop instead of on a snake’s nest.  We got back on the autobahn and headed west.  The route took us through Munich.  I was getting hungry and suggested that Bill just park somewhere so we could eat.  He was in a hurry to get to Lermoos, though, because he had a paper due for an online class he’s taking.  The slow Internet at the Moorhof, and the beer spa, had sort of distracted him, and he needed to get to our next hotel so he could get his work done.

As my blood sugar dipped, I became more fatigued and annoyed.  Bill could tell.  He looked at me and could see my facial expression darkening by the second.  But we were stuck in slow moving Munich traffic; then he made a couple of wrong turns.  I commented that Munich reminded me a little of Charlotte, North Carolina, for some reason… not that I think Charlotte and Munich look alike.  It was more the traffic than anything else.

Anyway, the Munich traffic sucked.  My mood was souring.  Bill was nervous and irritated.  He programmed the GPS to find us a restaurant.  He got off at some exit not far from Munich and the first gasthaus he got to was closed.  In frustration, he started cussing, which for some reason annoyed me.  I guess I don’t mind when he does it casually, but when he’s annoyed and swearing, it bothers me for some reason, especially when I’m “hangry”.  So I told him I’d just eat chocolate… or he could find me a McDonald’s or something that doesn’t close on Sundays or have a “pause”.

Then, just as he was about to turn onto the road taking us back to the autobahn, I spied a busy looking Italian restaurant called Ristorante Il Brigante.  What a God send that place turned out to be!  Bill pulled into the parking lot.  We walked into the restaurant and were immediately seated on the very busy covered terrace outside.  The people next to us had little kids and while I normally like kids, I was in a shitty mood.  They were playing Uno and I was secretly hoping I’d either get some wine and bread pronto or they’d finish up and move on.

This was waiting for me when I got back from the bathroom.  Bill rocks!

By the time I got back from the ladies room, Bill had ordered a half liter of primitivo and San Pellegrino.  The folks with the urchins had left and I tried to figure out what I’d be having for lunch.  I might have chosen one of the specials had I had the chance to read the whole board, but as it turned out, I had spaghetti carbonara.  Bill had pizza.  All the waiters were Italian and the one who took care of us was very charming.  He walked around singing.

Heart attack on a plate!  But it was delicious!  I probably should have had something with more protein, though.

Bill enjoyed his pizza.  I have to admit it was very good.  

I took this picture wanting to capture the cows in the field right next to the patio… I caught something else instead…

 

If you look at the above photo over Bill’s right shoulder, you might notice an interesting looking man.  I didn’t see him at first, until I had gotten over my “hanger”.  The guy sitting behind Bill is apparently a Buddhist monk.  He was with a young German woman who seemed absolutely enchanted by him.  I watched the people at the table give him a pair of what looked like hand knitted green socks.  He bowed and smiled and, I have to say, he had the most peaceful and gentle countenance I’ve seen on a person in a very long time.  Just looking at him put me at ease.

I mentioned it to Bill who explained what he knows about Buddhism.  I still don’t know much about it, but I was really moved by his presence and how kind and decent he seemed to be.  It’s not often you run into someone with such a peaceful and pleasant aura.  He seemed like a very special person just by his manner.  I didn’t even speak to him, but his body language said enough.  I forgot my initial annoyance and relaxed, truly inspired by just watching the monk interact with his companions.  He left before we did, with the German woman who seemed so enchanted by him.

Edited to add…  My German friend, Susanne, says that the monk is Toyoshige Sekiguchi from Japan. He is rather famous and is currently a guest at a farm in Hohenschäftlarn, which is the town where the restaurant where we had lunch is located.  It turns out the reason I thought the monk was so peaceful is because his life’s work is all about promoting peace and nuclear disarmament.  Of all the places we could have eaten…  How amazing.

After lunch, we had a round of espresso and some heavenly tiramisu…

 

Bill paid the check and we got back on the road.  I put the top down on the Mini and we headed south.  I love watching the Alps as they rise on the horizon.

First awe inspiring look at the Alps…

 

As we continued driving, the beautiful weather turned to clouds and the temperature dropped.  And… I had to pee again.  So we pulled off the road and I found another wooded spot.  We put the top back up and headed into Garmisch-Partenkirchen, which is every bit as pretty, touristy, and crowded as I remembered from our last visit in 2009.  We passed the Edelweiss Lodge and got on the beautiful road through Tirol that we used to drive on the way to Edelweiss.  Lermoos is really not far from Garmisch, so we were soon at the Zugspitze Silence Sporthotel, a very quaint and traditional hotel offering great views of the mountains.

The view from our room…

Bill enjoys it…

I took a bunch of pictures because the mountain kept changing as the weather did…

Horses grazing peacefully outside the window…

I entertained myself taking pictures while Bill worked on his schoolwork.  Later, we had beer for dinner in the hotel restaurant.  It was then that I noticed yet another tourbus in the parking lot.  The hotel was hosting a large group of seniors, one of whom was having a birthday.  The very organized leader of the group led everyone in a German birthday song that I had never heard before.  It was kind of cool.  They all seemed to be having a great time, though I did feel a little like I had stumbled into a Hoveround convention.

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