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Published: October 22nd 2017
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Monday - after googling and references on Trip Advisor, we had the name of a favoured cafe where we stood a good chance of finding the perfect apple strudel. We therefore caught the 10.30 bus from outside the camp into Innsbruck, located the said cafe and on seeing the fine array of cakes and pastries on offer decided to return in a little while for a coffee and a slice.
We made our way then to the church of St. Jacob which was recommended as a 'must see'. It is an ornately decorated baroque masterpiece with elaborately painted details on walls and ceiling. Not huge like some places of worship but impressive all the same.
Then, back to Strude Cafe Kroell on Hofgasse where there were several strudel options open to us. I opted for the trad one laced with spices, served with ice cream while David went for an alternative version containing ricotta, served with custard since he is rather partial to custard. (I have bought a tin of the Bird's powder with us.). It turned out to be worthy of the reviews and utterly delicious.
Suitably refreshed, we then sought out another treasure - the Hofkirche - the court church
which houses the tomb of Emperor Maximilian I though his remains are not interred here so it is in fact a cenotaph. On either side are 28 larger than life bronze statues of family member and people that he admired during his lifetime so it was pleasing to see a Brit amongst them in the shape of King Arthur. Again, very much over-the-top in style and decoration.
By this time it was very hot and humid so we consulted the bus timetable and decided to get the 1.55 back to the site. We got back to the bus station in good time and stood by the pick up point to wait, to be joined by other fellow campers who we recognised. Buses came and went but the 142 for Natterer See was not spotted. The departure time passed and we all came to the conclusion that it must arrived and gone without us noticing, or possibly the driver had not changed the destination on the front of the bus in good time. Now, this is not a regular hourly service, so on checking the timetable, the next bus destined for the campsite was not due to leave for another two hours!
We did, however, see that in an hours time a bus would leave for the village of Natters, a mile or so from the site, which then goes on to a hospital - Krankenhausen (make of that what you will). We discussed the options with a couple of fellow campers from Barnsley , including going halves on a taxi, but that was pricey. We decided to get on the Natters bus, kill time there, then get the intended bus to the campsite. We settled ourselves in our seats but uncertainty set in, particularly when we could not get the full picture of the route from the bus driver in view of the language barrier, so the four of us got off the bus to await the next one after all. On sitting on a bench in the bus station David looked for his camera rucksack, and realised it must be on the luggage rack of the bus which had departed moments earlier. Quickly, he sprinted up the road and managed to flag down the bus at the traffic lights and retrieve the rucksack. Phew!
We were relieved to be back after such an eventful afternoon in the peace and comfort of the site, and settled down to chill out with a nice cup of tea.
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