Southern Bavaria: Deutschland, Fairy Tale Castles, Passion Plays

We had a week of time after departing Adelboden before our apartment was ready for us in Slovenija, so, we decided to take a road trip to the Czech Republic to see Prague, which we have always wanted to see, and two other small towns that were put on our list of places to go after we watched movies that were filmed there. Upon mapping our route from Adelboden to Cesky Krumlov, the first Czech town we planned to see, we discovered that we would be cutting through the southern corner of Bavaria and the Romantic Road region. Neither of us had been to see Schloss Neuschwanstein, near Fussen (probably the most famous Bavarian castle of them all: Walt Disney used it as the model for Cinderella’s castle which presides over his Magic Kingdom) for years so we decided to make that our first stop.

One of the perks of having a loose itinerary is that you are free to make last minute changes or additions to your plans. One of the drawbacks is that if you decide to visit a popular tourist location during high tourist season, you may end up sleeping in the car. We arrived in the Fussen area in the evening and, as they say, there was no room at the inn. Any inn. We ended up spending most of our night driving around trying to secure lodging, finally ending up stopping at a McDonald’s so we could use their free wi-fi and finding a great little family run guesthouse at Reutte, Austria (Fussen is right next to the Austrian border, so it wasn’t that far). It usually works out in the end, it’s just often a huge pain to get there!

Driving into Fussen
Driving into Fussen

The next morning we headed into Schwangau, the town over which Schloss Neuschwanstein presides from its commanding post on top of the hill. This was less of a town and more of a small circus given all of the cars and tourists walking the streets. I don’t know why anyone would visit these places during high season, it is seriously annoying! Nevertheless, we secured a spot in the parking lot and, given the high heat and humidity of the day, quickly decided not to walk up to the castle but rather pay for a ride. It was a wise decision. We needed to be on the road for Cesky Krumlov soon so rather than stop for any castle tours we decided just to climb up to Neuschwanstein and walk across the nearby bridge that gives one the best side of Neuschwanstein (and is probably the bridge from which most of the photographs you have ever seen of the place are taken). A tour of the interior of Neuschwanstein is actually a bit of a disappointment since it was only partially completed at King Ludwig’s death.

Our first glimpse of Neuschwanstein
Our first glimpse of Neuschwanstein

Schloss Neuschwanstein, along with several other very elaborate castles in Bavaria, was the project of King Ludwig II of Bavaria. King Ludwig ascended to the throne at the tender age of 18 after his father’s death. Neuschwanstein towers over Hohenschwangau, his father’s castle and Ludwig’s childhood home. Think there was any psychological component to his deciding to built a much larger castle overlooking his father’s? Hmmm . . . .

King Ludwig II's childhood home, Hohenschwangau, below Neuschwanstein
King Ludwig II's childhood home, Hohenschwangau, below Neuschwanstein

Unfortunately Ludwig was very private, extremely shy and eccentric, and did not like many of the activities usually required of a head of state, such as large formal state functions or social occasions, which caused tension with his cabinet. He much preferred a quiet life of fantasy pursuing creative projects. Ludwig was an enormous fan of the composer Richard Wagner and it is likely Ludwig that we can thank for some of Wagner’s best known works, including the Ring cycle (Die Walkure being part of that – I must insert the obligatory “Kill the wabbit, kill the wabbit!” reference here). Without Ludwig’s support, Wagner likely would not have been able to compose and premiere these works. One example of Ludwig’s grandiose, elaborate, and eccentric projects is at Schloss Linderhoff, another of King Ludwig’s castles. He had constructed on the grounds a Venus grotto, lit by electricity (this was in the late 19th century), in which he would have opera singers perform Wagner’s works while Ludwig was rowed around in a boat shaped like a shell. Eccentric? Definitely. Crazy?

King Ludwig used his family’s fortune to build the castles and pursue other elaborate projects and as such was heavily in debt. Instead of economizing as his financial ministers advised, he continued to borrow heavily and undertake even more elaborate and opulent projects. Before Schloss Neuschwanstein was finished, King Ludwig’s cabinet had him declared insane. They undertook to compile reports of his eccentric behavior through the aggregation of gossip and interviews with his staff, and then had four psychiatrists who never even examined him declare him paranoid and unfit to rule. Poor Ludwig managed to keep them from arresting him for a couple of days (the local police and peasants defended him – he was loved by them and was known by a Bavarian phrase that translates as “our darling king”) but they eventually cut off all of his support and took him into custody. He was found dead the next day in shallow waters of a lake, along with one of the doctors who had signed the medical report against him. His death was officially ruled a suicide by drowning, though by some reports there was no water was found in his lungs – there are conflicting reports as to whether an autopsy was even performed. To this day, no one knows what actually happened to him and his descendants won’t agree to allow him to be exhumed and examined with modern technologies. Theories include speculation that he was going to escape with the help of some loyalists and was killed in the attempt, or that he wanted to commit suicide (he had spoken of it often in the preceding two days) and killed the doctor when he tried to stop him (the doctor had a huge gash across his forehead, and his lungs contained water), or that both of them were murdered by the ministers or by the family to make sure no future threats to rule were made. His cousin and one of his closest friends, Empress Elizabeth of Austria, said “The King was not mad; he was just an eccentric living in a world of dreams. They might have treated him more gently, and thus perhaps spared him so terrible an end.” In a sad footnote, Mad King Ludwig’s elaborate projects have now paid for themselves many times over in tourist dollars.

When Larry and I got into the bus and went up the hill, and over to the bridge with the incredible view, we were greeted with quite a sight. Words cannot describe so I’ll just include the video below (click ‘play’ button to view):

Umm, yea. Completely buried in scaffolding. The side that faces the valley was not, as you can see below, but that’s not the shot that we wanted. We wanted to get some classic shots from the bridge, with the valley spreading down below.

Pretty view!
Pretty view!
Looking over the kingdom
Looking over the kingdom
Pretty waterfall below us
Pretty waterfall below us
There could have been so many great shots!
There could have been so many great shots!
Maybe not the best use of our time . . .
Maybe not the best use of our time . . .

While I won’t go so far as to stay our side trip to Neuschwanstein was a waste, it definitely wasn’t satisfying either.

Neuschwanstein's good side
Neuschwanstein's good side
More of Neuschwanstein's good side
More of Neuschwanstein's good side
Paragliders floating above the castle
Paragliders floating above the castle
And more paragliders above the castle
And more paragliders above the castle

We decided to drive for a spell on the famous Romantic Road, and stopped in Oberammergau for a drink and a walk. Oberammergau is the city that hosts the famous Passion Play depicting the life, crucifixion, and resurrection of Christ every 10 years (the next one being in 2010). The tradition began in the 1600’s when the village was being ravaged by the bubonic plague. The inhabitants vowed that if they were spared the plague, they would perform this play every 10 years. The death rate went from 1 person in October 1632 to 20 people in March of 1633 to 1 person in July of the same year. The villagers believed they were spared and kept their part of the bargain by performing the first Passion Play in 1634. With very few exceptions, it has continued every 10 years since (now being performed on every decade ending in 0). Nearly half the members of the entire town participate in the play (more than 2,000 people have some role in the production). It is a 5-hour play beginning with Jesus’ entrance into Jerusalem and ending with his resurrection. There is a 3-hour intermission in the middle for dinner – thus, you have a total performance time of 8 hours. It goes from 2:30 to 10:30 pm and will be performed from mid-May until early October next year. Book your tickets now folks. Around a half million people attend every year.

Oberammergau is also famous for the tradition of woodcarving and for the frescoes, known as Lüftlmalerei that adorn many of the houses in the town. They are beautiful – it makes the whole town look like a fairy tale. We had a great time taking a brief walk to stretch our legs and admire the shops full of woodcarvings and the beautiful frescoes on the buildings.

Pretty country church
Pretty country church
Oberammergau buildings
Oberammergau buildings
Oberammergau buildings
Oberammergau buildings
Oberammergau buildings
Oberammergau buildings
Some of the famous woodcarving
Some of the famous woodcarving
Oberammergau buildings
Oberammergau buildings

And now, on to the autobahn and a new country for both of us!

Taking on the Swiss Alps, Part 2

The day after our Elsigbach hike, and despite being a little sore from the previous day’s adventure, we decided to head out on a longer hike up at the Engstligenalp, which is the plateau above the Engstligen waterfall. We knew a storm was coming in for the weekend and didn’t want to waste our last beautiful, sunny day of the week. We took the tram from the bottom of the falls up to the top, feeling no envy for the brave souls who we could see taking the steep stairs from the top to the bottom of the valley. As we planned to hike a trail that was several hours long, we decided hiking from the top of the falls to the bottom would be too much, so we had purchased a round trip ticket.

Engstligenalp is the summer pasture for all the local cows, and as such we were treated to a chorus of cowbells almost as soon as we stepped off the tram. (Yes, they do really wear those big bells!) There is a huge, grassy bowl at Engstligenalp, dotted with one hotel, one restaurant, and several local shepherd cottages. It is surrounded by sharp and dramatic peaks of varying shapes and sizes.

Going up in the tram, looking down on the waterfall
Going up in the tram, looking down on the waterfall
The top of the waterfall
The top of the waterfall
View at the top
View at the top
This little guy must have been given a time out for not playing nice with the other cows
This little guy must have been given a time out for not playing nice with the other cows

We had pre-selected a route that according to the map was supposed to be about a 3.5 -hour hike, 350 meters (1,150 feet) of vertical climb, and with a beautiful tour of the alpine flowers. Unfortunately the signs on the trail heads were not entirely clear for the route we wanted to take, the two different maps we were consulting seemed to conflict each other, and as such we immediately set off on the wrong path.

Mistakes can sometimes turn into serendipitous occasions, and before we realized we must be on the wrong path, we enjoyed a stunning view while hiking up the ridge, with verdant grassy bowls on either side of us. Even up high on the ridge we could clearly hear the music of the cows as they moved across their summer pastures.

Our path. My dad would have loved this one.
Our path. My dad would have loved this one, he loves heights!
Despite the fact that we missed the "alpine flowers" trail we had been aiming for, we still foud plenty of pretty alpine flowers.
Despite the fact that we missed the "alpine flowers" trail we had been aiming for, we still foud plenty of pretty alpine flowers.
The grassy bowl to our left
The grassy bowl to our left
The grassy bowl to our right
The grassy bowl to our right
Along the trail - Adelboden (where we live) in the far backgroud
Along the trail - Adelboden (where we live) in the far backgroud

We even ran into a few cows on our trail, one of whom took a great liking to Larry, following him up the trail while trying to eat his walking stick. We weren’t sure if his/her intentions were pure, so we didn’t stay too long to chat.

Hello!
Hello!
Not a bad place to stop and munch
Not a bad place to stop and munch

Click the ‘play’ button below for video of our friends.

It was here that we realized we were definitely on the wrong trail, one that would lead us on a very steep and long climb up to the ridge and across to one of the peaks that surround the Engstligenalp, rather than through the Alpine flora and lake that we had planned for.

View from the path
View from the path

At this point we had a decision to make: go back the way we came, which would assure that we would lose all the altitude we had climbed and never have time for the trail of our original intent, or take a path that seemed to veer off in the direction we needed to go. We opted for the latter – which, in hindsight, was not such a bright idea. After some descent and a ravine over, the trail petered off into nothing and we were forging our own path dodging cow patties, critter holes, and ankle-breaking knolls buried within the Alpine grasslands. Again, it might have been smart to turn back to the marked trail even at this point, but we didn’t. We instead decided we’d follow a stream through a ravine and back down into the Engstligenalp bowl.

As is often the case in these situations, looks can be deceiving, and what appeared to be a hike of moderate difficulty turned into a periodically harrowing 3 1/2-hour experience hiking down and traversing nearly 70 degree loose-rock slopes leading to the bean-cracking rocky stream below. Larry did his Eagle Scout best to navigate us through the tricky parts and find the best way down, talking me off the ledge (literally and metaphorically) more than once when things got a little dicey. Unfortunately we don’t have many pictures of this part of our adventure because we were too busy trying not to die!

Heading off-trail. It doesn't look so bad, does it?
Heading off-trail. It doesn't look so bad, does it?
The task before us
The task before us
Trying to find the best way down . . .
Trying to find the best way down . . .
Pretty stream
Pretty stream
Looking a little hairy . . .
Looking a little hairy . . .
One of the easier portions of the trek
One of the easier portions of the trek
A storm was starting to roll in - but there were still rays of sunshine breaking through
A storm was starting to roll in - but there were still rays of sunshine breaking through

We realized not far into our precipitous descent that should we escape our afternoon without any major broken bones, the real battle we were fighting was the clock. The last tram down the mountain was at 6 pm and we had precious little time to find out way down off the slope and get to the station. Once we got out of the hairiest part of the descent we checked our watches and discovered we had only 45 minutes left to make the tram, and still some distance to climb down through more of the knobby and ankle-breaking Alpine turf.

By this time my legs and arms were beyond making mere complaints – they were screaming at me. Still, the thought of having to take all those steep stairs down the mountain kept us both going at it hard. For those of you who know Larry well, you know that he has legs of steel – thick and solid muscle (thanks to his many years of wrestling and cycling). His legs were holding up a little bit better than mine. My legs had grown a mind of their own, intent on collapsing underneath me. Intense concentration kept them up against their will. Finally we were able to find a game trail on ground that was more even and made the descent a little bit easier.

My legs are jelly by this point - and the ankle hazard terrain isn't helping
My legs are jelly by this point - and the ankle hazard terrain isn't helping
Almost there - and almost out of time for the tram
Almost there - and almost out of time for the tram
Finally! A real trail!
Finally! A real trail!

We broke out of the ravine at last and onto the flatland of the Engstligenalp with 10 minutes to go – and we still had to make our way all the way across the plateau through muddy cow patties to get there. I waved at Larry to leave me behind – I was distinctly lagging behind at this point – and try to catch them and hold them. We both raced and I got to the tram station right as the last tram was unloading its passengers who had come up from the bottom. Larry had gotten there too late as well. We had missed it.

The caretaker of the tram station told us in the about 5 words of English he knew, sorry, last one, there’s another one in the morning. He told us there was a hotel and pointed us the way to the steep stairs to climb down. It was starting to rain at this point and though we were prepared to climb down if that’s what it took, neither one of us were very excited. I wasn’t sure my legs could take it. After a bit of pestering on Larry’s part, the caretaker then said (or at least Larry thought he was saying – as neither of us speak any German) that there was going to be a special tram at 7:00 and it cost 20 Francs. We’re still not sure if that was a real fee or just his “fee” for getting us down. Frankly it didn’t matter to us, as long as we didn’t have to walk. Unfortunately we had only a 10-Franc note and a bunch of coins on us. We scrambled, literally counting out the last few francs in 20- and 10-cent pieces. Larry handed him our money and he showed us over to the tiny “special” tram, which, unlike the large car that brought us up, was literally was built to hold only a few people. He showed Larry how to lock and unlock it, as we’d be taking ourselves out of the car at the bottom, and then told us he’d be back at 7 (or, at least that’s what we thought he told us). We sat and munched on granola and dried apples, thanking the heavens above that we weren’t walking down 600 meters in the rain on jelly legs.

It would have been a long walk down
It would have been a long walk down
Our little life saver
Our little life saver

At 7:00, our friend returned and loaded us into the car, again showing Larry what to do with the lock and how to unlock it at the bottom. He said something in German and then said “fermez la porte” – which is French for “close the door”. It hadn’t ever occurred to either of us to ask him if he spoke any French – it would have made our earlier communications much easier! Because Switzerland is largely divided between a French speaking and German speaking population (with a bit of Italian and Romansch thrown in the other parts) – the populace often knows at least a bit of the other.

We happily watched the mountain fall away as we descended down, wincing as we glanced at the stairs that we almost had to endure – and passed the other car going up which was full of passengers – maybe it was a last “special” tram for those idiots who missed the official last tram. Regardless we got to the bottom and almost kissed our car when we got to the parking lot. I think after this experience, we can both cross “hiking in the Swiss Alps” off our life lists.

Taking on the Swiss Alps, Part 1

Larry and I have spent a beautiful week here in Adelboden, Switzerland. We’ve had mixed results on the weather so while we had the beautiful, sunny days we’ve split our time between working on the balcony in the sunshine, admiring the beauty that surrounds us, and taking on a bit of nature in the form of some hikes. Last Sunday afternoon, while we had a break in the rain, we decided to hike up to the Engstligen waterfall, the large, 600-meter (almost 2000 feet) waterfall that dominates one end of this valley and is clearly visible from our apartment balcony. The rain sputtered off and on while we were there but we had a great time climbing up and Larry even managed to get off some beautiful shots.

Stormy day - view from the balcony
Stormy day - view from the balcony
Engstligen waterfall - 600 meters
Engstligen waterfall - 600 meters
Along the trail to the waterfall
Along the trail to the waterfall
Looking back the way we came
Looking back the way we came
The sun breaking through
The sun breaking through
Looking back down on Adelboden, where we live
Looking back down on Adelboden, where we live
Last shot of the waterfall before we head down
Last shot of the waterfall before we head down

Later in the week, we drove over to Elsigbach and bought a one-way ticket for the tram up to the top, Elsigenalp. While up there, we had a picnic lunch of bread, locally made cheese (bought from the vendor at the tram station down below), and peaches while surrounded by a beautiful plateau. Afterward, we hiked to a little lake, the Elsigsee. We had decided to take the tram only one way so that we could hike back down to the car when we were through. My legs were not properly prepared for so much downhill turf (550 meters descent – a little over 1800 feet), and they were grumbling noisily by the time we hit the bottom.

On our way up the tram
On our way up the tram
Starting off along the trail
Starting off along the trail
Yes, people live up here!
Yes, people live up here!
OK so it's not much of a lake
OK so it's not much of a lake
Now for the hike down!
Now for the hike down!
On the way down
On the way down
Pretty alpine flowers
Pretty alpine flowers
Almost there
Almost there

As you can see, we had absolutely perfect weather the entire way down. It was a gorgeous day and we look forward to more days in the Swiss sunshine.

Yodel-ay-hee-hoo!

After leaving beautiful Annecy we crossed the border into the neutral territory. Switzerland proudly maintains its independence from the rest of the European Union. Euros are not accepted here, which I was reminded of as I tried to buy Cokes with Euros when we stopped at a gas station.

After much painful searching – the most difficult time we’ve had so far in finding an apartment to rent – we were able to find a place in Adelboden, which was in our target area of the Bernese Oberland region of Switzerland. We spent some time in Murren (a tiny car-free town hanging on a cliff just above Interlaken) on our first anniversary trip and really wanted to come back to the Bernese Oberland area. We spent many hours searching – Switzerland is very expensive and because it is August, places were very booked up. We lucked into an apartment that turned out to be right in the middle of this beautiful small ski town, with a massive balcony overlooking the entire valley below, as well as with a view over to the 600-meter Engstligen waterfall. Wow. We were both pinching ourselves when we saw the view. Imagine getting up out of bed in the morning and looking out the window to this? It’s what we get to do for the next 2 weeks!

View to the left from our apartment balcony
View to the left from our apartment balcony
View across from our apartment balcony
View across from our apartment balcony
View to the right fro our balcony. You can see the Engstligen waterfall in the distance.
View to the right fro our balcony. You can see the Engstligen waterfall in the distance.

We also happened to join Switzerland on August 1st, which is Swiss National Day – the major annual holiday celebrating the formation of Switzerland. We were treated to fireworks throughout the valley, viewed from our balcony, for most of the night. People here don’t just light off firecrackers. These were full-on professional fireworks. Larry even documented the neighbors just below and next to us shooting off theirs. What a great way to begin our stay!

Swiss National Day celebrations
Swiss National Day celebrations
Adelboden had its own fireworks celebration as well
Adelboden had its own fireworks celebration as well

A Serendipitous Discovery

When I was in business school at Thunderbird, I spent a short winter semester at their satellite campus in Archamps, France – which is actually close to the Swiss border and Geneva. While there, my fellow students and I spent our down time and weekends getting rental cars and exploring the region. One day while out exploring another town, we decided to stop in a place called Annecy, which we had heard was kind of neat. That was an understatement! Despite the freezing, foggy January weather, I instantly fell in love. Annecy (on the French side, about 40 minutes from Geneva by car) is like a clean, Swiss/French version of Venice. A gorgeous, tiny, ancient town on canals, bordered by a large turquoise blue lake (Lake Annecy, of course). I have never forgotten about it and vowed to be back.

I had the chance to go back, and to share it with Larry, two years ago on our first anniversary trip. Because of our frenzied schedule on that trip, we rolled into town late one rainy night and only had the morning to spend there the next day, so it was a quick stop. But – Larry fell in love too. He couldn’t believe such a place existed, one that no one apparently knows about. The truth is that a lot of people do know about it (unfortunately) – just not Americans. You will find all sorts of British, German, and French tourists while walking the restaurant and souvenir shop-filled streets.

So – we made a point to go back on this trip. It wasn’t hard to work it into the schedule. About halfway between where we were staying in Provence and our next destination in the Bernese Oberland of Switzerland, it was easy to stop for a night. We got into town about 7 pm and headed straight for the old town and dinner at a restaurant we discovered and fell in love with on our last visit. Larry got some unbelievable night shots with his camera and tripod.

Approaching old town
Approaching old town
Along the main canal in old town
Along the main canal in old town
Lots of fun restaurants along the water
Lots of fun restaurants along the water
Yes people do really live here!
Yes people do really live here!
Along the streets of old town
Along the streets of old town
Self portrait!
Self portrait!
Seriously, there are too many good shots, I can't stop adding them
Seriously, there are too many good shots, I can't stop adding them
Larry enjoying his raclette
Larry enjoying his raclette
Looking up at the chateau
Looking up at the chateau
Night shot of old town
Night shot of old town

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