The train to Nuernberg was notably uneventful. It was a smooth ride at night on a clean, comfortable German IR (Inter-Regional) train. It was practically empty, so my reservation money was completely wasted (3,5 DM). I saw Nuernberg from the the inside of an empty train station at 12:15 a.m. — pretty boring.
I’m laid over here in Munich and I’ve been taking an impromptu walking tour of the city, which is compact and quite seeable in an afternoon without going too in-depth. I found a lively beer-garden near the town marketplace. The beer is “Münchner Hell”. A half-liter cost me 4,20 DM and it is delicious. The … Continue reading Munich, Germany
I’m now on the train to Munich. I’m almost at the German border, and no one has bothered to ask me for my ticket. The system on these international trains is interesting. When a train crosses an national border, a whole new crew will board the train from that country’s national railroad. Furthermore, they stop … Continue reading En route to Munich
We ate breakfast Thursday morning and then said goodbye to our Canadian friends and Titti around 11:00 a.m., although the Canadians rode down the hill with us so they could see the zoo.
Kirsten pointed out that it was not hard to take a perfect picture in Mutters, and she was correct, generally speaking, except that we woke up on Wednesday morning to find it raining. We had Titti’s breakfast, where we were politely scolded if we didn’t eat enough. At breakfast we met Ed and Lydia, two … Continue reading Mutters, Tyrolia, Austria
I’m sitting here on the balcony from our room at Haus Wolf at Dorfstrasse 48 in the beautiful village of Mutters in the outskirts of and hills surrounding Innsbruck, Austria. This place is so wonderful that we haven’t even bothered to go into the city of Innsbruck since we arrived on the train a little … Continue reading Mutters, Tyrolia, Austria
Haus Wolf is listed as a best bargain both by Let’s Go and Frommer’s, and that’s about all the advertising she needs. The Stubaitalbahn (STB), the train into the hills from the city of Innsbruck, seems like extortion at almost 5 US$ for an 18-km round trip. But one can really appreciate the breath-taking views … Continue reading Mutters, Tyrolia, Austria
We checked out of the pension this morning around 10 a.m. and made it to the train in time for the 11 a.m. train to Innsbruck. The train is surprisingly empty and we had our own little set of seats, but not in a cabin, rather in the coach.
I’m now on the train towards Innsbruck, less than two hours away from Salzburg. It is 11:45 a.m.
A nice breakfast was served at Tauernhof, but there was no meat. The first stop on our day tour of Salzburg was the post office, where Kirsten mailed about a half-million postcards by airmail at about 80 cents (8,5 ATS) a whack. At that point I decided that only immediate family would receive postcards by … Continue reading Salzburg, Austria
Kirsten and I arrived in Salzburg around 3 p.m. on Sunday. We went to the hotel reservation desk and got a room at Pension Tauernhof (325 ATS per person per night) (15 ATS per person reservation fee). The room was wonderful, with W.C. and a full bath, and it came with breakfast. It was located … Continue reading Salzburg, Austria
After breakfast we checked out of the hotel and took the streetcar back to Westbahnhof. We arrived just in time for one of the hourly IC trains to Salzburg. The scenery from the train (when I’ve gotten to look up from this book) has been wonderful. It is however a very hot day in Austria … Continue reading Vienna, Austria
I haven’t written anything down for about four days now, so I have some catching up to do. I am westbound on IC train 566 from Vienna to Salzburg. (Actually at St. Pölters Hbf.) These IC trains are not nearly as nice as the EC trains like the one we rode on Friday. The woman … Continue reading Journal Update
The woman hostess at the hotel-pension sold us farecards for the Vienna subway-bus-streetcar network (nice, because we were a little puzzled about how to buy them the night before) and we did a one-day exploration of Vienna — a lot of footwork but very fun. We took a lot of pictures and did a lot … Continue reading Spending a Saturday exploring tourist attractions in Vienna
When we arrived in Vienna we made a bee-line for the hotel reservation desk, only to have it occur to us that we had zero schillings. So Kirsten held a place in line and watched our bags while I ran upstairs to an ATM. I came back to find Kirsten had not moved at all … Continue reading Arriving in Vienna with neither hotel reservation nor money
Friday morning we actually, really, truly, honestly got up at 6 a.m. We checked out of the hotel and took the RER and Metro to Gare de l’Est. We had our Eurail passes validated and found out we were too late to make reservations, which we tried to do on Thursday, but when we went … Continue reading First use of our Eurail passes, Paris to Vienna in one day
I wanted to get an early start on Thursday so that I could get a good view of the military parade. The parade started at 10 am. Kirsten was ready at about 10 a.m., so about the only thing I came to Paris to see was obscured by the heads of about 5 million Parisians. … Continue reading Paris on Bastille Day, German tanks on the Champs-Elysées
Kirsten actually did meet me on time at the Eiffel Tower. We’d both been up on it, and we had done Sacré-Coeur on Monday which was actually a better view; the line was enormous and we decided our money would be better spent elsewhere. We walked down the street to start a sewer tour (20 … Continue reading Paris, visiting the sewer museum instead of the Eiffel Tower
I’m sitting on park bench near Eiffel Tower. I got sick of waiting for Kirsten all morning after getting up at 8 a.m. and enjoying the relatively cool morning air, which she squandered away debating over next week’s accommodations. I bought us some croissants for breakfast and a coffee (4 FRF) at McDonald’s for myself. … Continue reading Sitting on park bench near the Eiffel Tower, waiting for my fiancée
We got another late start today. Somehow Kirsten and I found it very difficult to get out of bed and out of the hotel room before 11 am, perhaps because of lingering jet-lag or just plain laziness. In either case it seemed like a terrific waste to me. Like most mornings, this one began with … Continue reading Meeting a former classmate at Parc Monceau, Paris
After a couple days of getting familiar with Paris and getting some relaxing quiet time together, Monday was the day Kirsten and I really began the hard-core sight-seeing in earnest, despite the fact that we slept in pretty late, lingered through breakfast, and left the room after noon. Our first order of business was to … Continue reading Purchasing the Carte Orange week-long Metro pass, Paris
We woke up around 10:00 a.m., refreshed and entirely hungry. After showering and dressing, we walked down the avenue MacMahon, looking for breakfast. We came across a pleasant open air market and seized the opportunity for a picnic. A bakery supplied the croissants, a small grocery supplied the fruit juice and water, some pushcart vendors … Continue reading Balmy afternoon at the Jardin du Luxembourg, Paris
Anticipation was the key word of the afternoon. After waiting for over an hour at Angelina’s, I realized that I either had the wrong place or Kirsten was not coming. I decided therefore to find her hotel, Hôtel MacMahon, suspecting that she might eventually end up there. To find the hotel I bought a good … Continue reading An afternoon of anticipation walking around Paris
The owners of the hotel have been quite friendly. They are an older couple, perhaps age 55 to 65. They don’t speak a single word of English, but I’ve managed to conjure up enough French to get by. They were kind enough to let me use a spare room to leave my luggage until I … Continue reading Not unlike Rousseau, enjoying my solitary walks in Paris
After resting my jet-lagged body for a few hours, I went out to a local store and stocked up on spring water. Then I did a little exploring. I took the Metro to the Hôtel de Ville stop on rue de Rivoli and walked all the way to the Arc de Triomphe. It was an … Continue reading Re-familiarizing myself with the Right Bank of Paris