I have to be perfectly honest. I grouped these cities together because
these are the places that made the least amount of impression on me. It's not
their fault. By this time we were halfway through our European stretch, and we
had hit a sort of plateau on the excitement level. A lot of these places were
starting to look the same. We'd visit the old town in each place we went, and
lo and behold—a church, a square, maybe a bridge of some sort—you get the idea.
We were cultured out. Also a lot of these places we had to hurry through
because we had in it the back of our minds that we had to be in Istanbul by a
certain date. We spent a great amount of time dilly dallying through France and
Italy. Because of this Central Europe had to suffer. Germany and Czech Republic
in particular I wish we would have devoted more time to. Anyway, this stretch
of the journey was by no means regrettable. We did happen to have our fun, even
though my cold was steadily morphing into a sinus infection, and the weather
continued to harass us with rain. First up on our journey East—Austria.
The Sound of Music
The scenery was fabulous on our Munich to Salzburg stretch. I was happy to see
that Austria was indeed “Sound of Music” country. The hills were alive with
something. The whole part of our trip was based around this musical, thanks to
Chris. I married this guy, not realizing at all he was such a huge fan of the
film. He knew the words to just about every song, and shared knowlege with me
that I otherwise wouldn't have known; such as the story that the youngest
actress, who played Gretel. She was terrified of water, and when they did the
canoe scene, they had to redo it again and again, because the poor girl was in
tears at every take. See, I wouldn't have known this. Chris hummed tunes
throughout our sojourn in Salzburg, though I had a hard time finding any
elements of the movie there.
Salzburg may advertize “Sound of Music” tours and such, but the city seems more
rooted in Mozart and other composers of that era. It is an oddly stiff city. Everyone
seems just a bit uptight. Walking through the streets you can see that
everything is on the formal side, and for backpackers like us, way too
expensive. We were out of our depth here, wandering the streets like dirty
hippies (well, we felt like dirty hippies). On the first day, we got out of the
old town fairly quickly after checking out the prices, and just sat on the
banks of the river. The day was sunny and we had a nice snooze. But when we
woke up, we're like “Where do we go?” Chris acted the tour guide, and we headed
to a park which he claimed some of the scenes from TSOM were filmed. The park
did look slightly familiar, though the whole place smelled like manure. People
were checking their shoes to see if they stepped in dog poo. It must have been
the fertilizer for all the flowers.
We ended up in the old town again in the search for food. The only place we
could see that would serve such scruffs as us was the sausage stand. We downed
some beer and brats, standing at a portable bar. We watched children chase
pigeons around, the pigeons flying into us many times. I would like to say that
being a pigeon in this part of the world is not a bad thing. The bread
Austrians use for sausages and the like is incredibly flaky. In fact it was a
good thing we were eating on the street. Half the bread ended in flakes on our
laps. So I didn't feel too bad for the pigeons that were flapping about. They
could have flown off for good, but they knew that there were crumbs a plenty
once we stood up.
That night we stayed in a dorm room that slept about ten people. After the cute
comfortable room in Fussen, this one seemed quite sterile. Nobody talked to
each other, coming and going without a word. If you said hi to someone, they
would look at you like you were crazy. Everyone went to bed and got up at
different times, and this was hard for me, as I like the light on and off at my
will. One guy got up at 2:00 in the morning and we had to hear him shuffling
about. Chris and I were fairly early risers, so we had to be as quiet as
possible as the others slept around us. I knew that by giving up camping, we'd
have to sleep as cheaply as possible in Europe. I couldn't complain. Still it
wasn't nice. There was a lot to be tolerated. I was starting to feel my age.
The hostel had a redeeming quality in that it served up a fantastic breakfast. This
meant a deviation from the standard bread and tomato slices. We actually could
help ourselves to hard boiled eggs and canned peaches. This is exciting stuff
in hostel world life.
The weather was gray and dismal. How do we spend a day in one of the most
expensive cities we've been to, without any standout sights to see? Well I had
done my homework, on behalf of my hubby, and found that some scenes from TSOM
were filmed in a place called Hellbrunn, just right outside of town. We could
catch the bus there.
Hellbrunn exceeded any expectation that I had (I didn't have any to be quite
honest). It was a rural setting, the mountains lumbering in the background. The
grounds were massive. I couldn't particularly see TSOM other than the pavilion
that was used in the “16 going on 17” scene (it's the authentic one). Hellbrunn
was delightful with its ponds and swans and jovial statues. We had bought
tickets to something called the “Trick Fountains.” It was a guided tour of some
gardens; gardens with an extra kick to them we were to find out.
I instantly fell in love with our tour. There were only five English speakers
in our group, but the tour guide took the time to interpret to us. The gardens
at Hellbrunn, we were to find out, were actually a sort of waterpark for the
rich, back in the hot summer days of another era. The duke would invite guests
to dinner in his garden, they'd all be sitting there eating their duck consume
or whatever, and then have water squirt up through their seats into their
arses. Oh you could imagine what a chuckle that would give as all the ladies
yelped. The duke's chair wasn't rigged as the others were, so the duke stayed
dry.
The gardens were heavily rigged, and you never know when a squirt of water was
coming your way. The tour guide seemed most bent on squirting the kids of the
group, and then me. I had water shooting at me every which way. It was a
drizzly day as it was, so we were bound to get wet, but there's something so
enjoyable about getting squirted with water. It was good fun. More than the
fountains, the gardens were full of playful spectacles, such as the mechanical
village. Operated by water, a little village came to life with tiny figures
going round about on wheels. It was a cuckoo clock times a thousand. We also
walked through grottos and watched statues come to life. It was playful and
witty and thoroughly enjoyable. The Sound of Music it was not. It felt like we
had discovered something better.
The mansion itself is filled with oddities. The duke was a collector, and each
room was themed. It was alright. We passed through relatively quickly and
continued on to the museum at the top of a hill. It was a folklore museum
displaying different masks and susperstitions items of the peasant population
in Austria. It seemed comical, especially in comparison to Salzburg, which took
itself too seriously.
We followed some paths, not knowing where they would go. We came across a place
called Theaterstein which was a theatre cut out of rock. We had approached it
from the back, and before we knew it we were climbing the rocks. It appeared to
be a theatre for dwarfs, or maybe the rock had been worn down with time. It was
very hard to squeeze ourselves around. We continued down the path and came to a
viewpoint, looking out across the Alps. There were benches and a few couples
sat there. Nobody talked; we all just took the view in. No words are needed in
times like that anyway. The scenery speaks for itself.
Hellbrunn had proved itself a good trip out of the city. We returned to
Salzburg with a smile on our faces. And if that wasn’t enough, it was Sound of
Music night at the hostel. That means that at 7:30, the movie was played in the
lobby. At first it was just me and Chris and few others who were in the lobby
for the wifi. But then a group of young girls moved in, Australians, who it
appeared were on a school trip. Their chaperons joined them, and everyone
watched it quietly. If I laughed at a scene, someone would turn to glare at me.
Of course I was drinking wine, and Chris was drinking beer, so we were a bit
more jovial than the others. But some of the chaperone moms were drinking wine
as well, so as the movie moved on they began to sing along with the songs and
whatnot. I've always said it—booze makes everything better. I've never watched
TSOM half-drunk before. It was quite nice. It was also fun to point out the
places we recognized, such as the fountain in the square, or the park scene, or
the yellow walls at Hellbrunn. It was a nice evening, and a great last
impression of Salzburg.
Blue Danube My Ass
Our next stop, only a three-hour train away, was Veinna. I feel bad about this,
but I can't remember much about Vienna. My sinus infection was causing me
concern, and I was trying to stay out of the rain as much as I could. I was
blowing stuff out of my nose into kleenexes; stuff that I had never seen
before. It was so fascninating that I would have to show Chris. It was like
something you'd find inside the bun of a Burger King Whopper, that mixture of
ketchup and mayonnaise (and yes, this has put me off Whoppers for life). Anyway,
sinus infection aside, Chris and I were tired. We ventured out into Vienna
anyway. It had a completely different feel from Salzburg. In fact, it had a
completely different feel all together. We were starting to get the sense that
we were in the East. Something on the edge of Soviet perhaps; it's hard to tell
what we detected. But Vienna definately had a different feel to it.
We set off with a map but that didn't help much. We didn't know what there was
to see. I told Chris I had to see the Danube, as there were so many waltzes
from Viennese composers about this beautiful river. We passed through the old
town, turning down flyers for concerts handed to us from men in wigs. This was
Mozart central, but once again we found ourselves not giving a crap. Nothing
wrong with Mozart. We just couldn't afford anything that had to do with him.
We came to a ribbon of water outside of the old town that I took to be the
Danube. But it was brown and ugly. We walked down some steps and followed it
for awhile, but the graffiti and garbage were taking away from any beauty it
might have given. Where was my Blue Danube? I still don't know. But I was sure
the tourists didn't come here to see it. Perhaps we were walking beside a
tributary. Whatever it was, it was dismal. We turned back to the town.
We did happen to come across some pretty impressive buildings. Vienna had that
old world elegance to it, like you could feel that it was a significant city at
one time. The buildings were a bit on the dirty side, as if restoring them
wasn't a top priority in this city. The size of them were impressive enough,
and I spent about a minute trying to envision the glamour and culture that
existed here at one time. But then Chris and I gave up and headed back to the
hostel.
Where the buildings had failed to impress us, the street performers stepped in
and grabbed our attention. The first was a dance troupe of witty, but rough,
breakdancing teenagers. One of them had the ability to spin on his head at
different speeds, and this was impressive enough to me. They entertained us for
about a minute or so, then we walked down the street to find a group of people
just standing around this guy with dredlocks, supposedly levitating in midair. Everyone
was bewiledered by his little trick. I wasn't as taken with him as the others. I
saw something like this before in York, where some guy seemed suspended in
midair, with just a stick in hand to keep him grounded. Obviously it has to be
something to do with the stick. People were waving their hands around below
him, as if there was an invisible chair there. In contemplating this trick, I
see that there's probably some kind of brace there to hold him up. Granted the
stick would have to be grounded fairly good to hold the weight, which leads me
to think of these street “performers” and when they set up. They'd have to do
it when no one's around, right? I mean you can't have the trick given away from
people standing around watching. So do they set up early in the morning or
what, and just sit there all day? That's the real mystery to me.
If there was more to Vienna, I don't remember it. Forgive me Vienna, we
probably didn't do you justice. Chris and I were grappling with our impression
of Austria as it was. The Austrians seemed like a serious bunch, not really
extending a friendly hand or even a smile. They spoke German, but it wasn't
Germany. The Austrian culture, I just don't get it. I like to think of
Hellbrunn though, and the playfullness of the gardens there. There is fun in
Austria, you just have to go out and find it.
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