Having taken in the sights of the castles and a bit of the Romantic Road scenery, we were ready to get on the road, as we had quite a drive ahead to the Czech Republic.
As we were approaching the autobahn, we spotted this little old man wearing leiderhosen riding his bike. Hilarious!
The route took us across Germany and gave me my first chance to drive the infamous autobahn. Larry was upset he could only get me to go up to 180 km/h (around 112 mph), but I didn’t want to push Pierre any harder. He was loaded down with all of our heavy luggage and didn’t handle quite as well. And I’ll admit, I’m not nearly as bold as Larry. Larry tried to get me to pull over and let him have a shot but I wisely refused. (Those of you who have been in the car with Larry will understand. He has no fear.) For a rerun of my speeding at work, hit play below.
We finally crossed the Czech border near dark and spent the next hour and a half or so winding through the dark Bohemian countryside, finally pulling into Cesky Krumlov near 10 pm.
Bohemian countryside
We were both stunned by the sight – it is something from another time, to be sure. (If you have seen it, the childhood scenes from the movie ‘The Illusionist’ were filmed here – it’s one of the reasons the town fell onto our travel radar). Our hotel room was something else – almost larger than our apartment in New York, with a view to the castle. Wow.
View of the castle from our hotel roomOur massive hotel room in Cesky Krumlov
As it was late on a Sunday night and we hadn’t eaten, we didn’t have many choices for dinner. Luckily our hotel pointed us to Katakomby, a high-end restaurant with traditional Czech cuisine built in a former catacomb underneath a hotel in the middle of the main town square. The atmosphere was incredible: arched stone tunnels connecting several low-ceiling dining rooms, all candle lit, with an open kitchen where you could view the chef cooking in the fireplace. Seriously a lot of fun. And lucky for us, they keep late hours. We had an amazing meal and had fun walking around the empty streets of the town afterward.
Entrance to KatakombyDinner in the catacombs!
We spent the next two days wandering the town and the castle grounds above the town, watching kayakers paddle down the lazy river, eating great Bohemian food (lots of pork, duck, cabbage and dumplings) and discovering something called a “trdelnik”, a perfect circle of sweet dough baked on a round cylinder and covered in sugar and cinnamon. Yummy.
Daytime view over the castle and townCloseup of the Cesky Krumlov castle towerThe main town square in Cesky KrumlovAnother view of the town squareWalking through the town streetsCanoers on the riverCity streets, Cesky Krumlov
The first day we climbed the tower of the castle and partook of a beautiful view of the city.
They still keep bears in the bear moat at the castle! She's eating her lunch here. The interior of the castle is also mysteriously full of bear rugs. Looking down on Cesky Krumlov from the castle towerLooking over to the rest of the castle complex from the towerAnother view of the townInner courtyard of the castleSelf portrait!Castle gardens, Cesky KrumlovCastle gardens, Cesky KrumlovCastle gardens, Cesky KrumlovCastle gardens, Cesky KrumlovThis cute little caterpillar thought Larry's foot was a tree.TrdelniksBohemian lunch!
The next day, we had an amusing tour of the castle when a group of Spanish tourists became anarchists because their tour was being conducted in English and not Spanish (though they had Spanish cards that translated everything the guide was saying, it apparently wasn’t good enough). They stopped mid-tour, screaming and yelling at the poor, terrified 90-pound young lady who was our guide, and refused to advance through the castle, which then forced the rest of us to wait for them. (Larry followed her down the stairs to deal with the group and used his stature to intimidate and shame them, which was awesome. He also got some funny shots of the melee.) Castle guides had to track down their tour guide (who oh-so-courageously had sneaked away herself in order to avoid their fury) to come and corral them away. Talk about being poor sports.
View from the main castle hall over the townThe Spanish poor sports. Our poor little tour guide is the red headed girl on the top right.Main ballroom in the castle (we weren't supposed to take pics, Larry snuck this one). The wall frescoes were amazing!
Before we knew it, our time was up. On to the next spot: Karlovy Vary (English name: Carlsbad), famous for its mineral springs that are supposed to have magical healing powers, along with being the site of the Casino Royale!
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
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
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
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!Looking over the kingdomPretty waterfall below usThere could have been so many great shots!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 sideMore of Neuschwanstein's good sideParagliders floating above the castleAnd 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 churchOberammergau buildingsOberammergau buildingsOberammergau buildingsSome of the famous woodcarvingOberammergau buildings
And now, on to the autobahn and a new country for both of us!