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Published: September 30th 2017
Beautiful park near Bacharach's ferry dock. At the top of the hill is the castle, now a hostel. I had hoped to stay there, but didn't book far enough in advance.
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Good breakfast this morning! Vanilla sugar for the coffee (though the vanilla flavour was weak), muesli, pineapple wedge (not the best), yummy waffles, a lone sausage, and sunnyside-up eggs, with gorgeous orange yolks. Lettie asked if I wanted another egg or waffle, but I just couldn't, even though I really wanted to. She's a nice lady, and I'd hate to force her to clean up the mess after my stomach exploded, which is surely the outcome had I eaten any more. Though I did manage to eat a small container of rich, thick peach yogurt without my stomach losing containment ...
I noticed others having Lettie's traditional German breakfast, which included grilled sausages - I probably could have handled that since there weren't any of those mundane cold cuts, but I was quite content with my choice of waffles and eggs.
I left my bag at the pension and went off to sightsee until my 13:30 train. I popped into the TI to use their internet terminal - garbage! The display was crap, and the glare from the sun made it even worse. It also didn't tell you how much time you had left, but how many points - useless, if
A war memorial.
you ask me!
I walked around town, and decided against hiking up to the Burg (castle) because it was getting hot out, and I was lazy. I should've worn shorts today! Lunch was a surprisingly good pepperoni pizza from the kebab joint we ate at last night.
Back to the pension to pick up my bag, and off to the train station. During my 80 minute layover in Mannheim, I realized that you could print train schedules from the self-serve terminals, so I planned out my remaining train journeys, and also bought one future ticket (certain routes are significantly cheaper if you book a week or more ahead). It was a beautiful day, so I killed the rest of the time outside - it wasn't the nicest spot to hang out near the train station, but I didn't bother walking into the city centre because it didn't look too promising.
Baden Baden - it was a hot hike up to the hostel, and it seemed to get steeper the higher you went, and I became increasingly fatigued. The reception was empty and is only staffed intermittently, on the hour, so I didn't have to wait too long. After the long,
View of the town from a tower nestled up in a vineyard.
tiring walk here, of course my room ended up being on the top floor! The room was like an oven - it was probably the former attic, since the ceiling was low and irregularly shaped. It's another soulless hostel.
I hopped a bus into the city centre, took a quick walk around, and had dinner at Restaurant Laterne. The beer is very expensive here - 4.50 Euros for 0.5 L! And I've never heard of this before, but you can't order a small beer outside, only larges. Gouging! But what do you expect? Baden Baden is an expensive spa town with tons of rich tourists.
After dinner and gelato, I walked down Lichtentaller Allee, a path in a park that runs alongside a river (more like a stream). I was quite impressed - Baden Baden is a very beautiful, elegant, and green town. This was unexpected, and a nice surprise.
There were numerous beautiful mansions lining the stream, with their own private bridges going across. The end of the walk leads to an old abbey, but unfortunately, it was closed already. A few times along the way, I noticed signs for a toilet, but I never could seem to find them,
Creepy statue, looks kinda like the Dracula from Bram Stoker's version.
so I ended up finding my own toilet ...
Back to the hostel - for some reason, the area surrounding it reminded me of the neighbourhood that I stayed in while visiting Palma de Mallorca. Perhaps it's because Mallorca has been on my mind after meeting PIP (psychotic Irish Patrick) in Amsterdam, who in turn reminded me of psychotic Nicky from Mallorca.
It was a creepy walk back up to the hostel, since it was almost pitch black near the top, and almost like a forest. It was disorienting walking back, because of the darkness, shadows, and brief glimmers of car headlights. I jumped once, thinking that a dark figure suddenly appeared in front of me, but there was nothing. Then I had the feeling that I was being followed.
Later that night as I tried to sleep in the room, I felt as if there was another presence in the room, in addition to the other two people staying there. I had my earplugs in, but thought I heard someone whispering German into my ear. It was probably my mind playing tricks on me, but maybe I'm just overly sensitive to this stuff after having that creepy episode in the
Figurine of Loreley, the legendary nymph. With a seductive pose like that, it's no wonder she caused sailors to drown!
Canary Islands (see blog entitled "Sleeping with ghosts" http://www.travelpod.com/travel-blog-entries/pwong/canaries-2007/1199704560/tpod.html?tweb_UID=pwong ). Or maybe, now I'm a target! Either way, I am NOT staying out this late tomorrow night!
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