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Published: July 26th 2015
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After your correspondent was located and dragged from another beer garden in Munich, Wendy the Navigator announced it was time to travel to The Black Forest. Cusco and I looked at each other in the manner of people bemused, befuddled and downright discombobulated. “ Why there ? “ I asked in a seemingly interested manner. The reason was given in one simple word – “ Gateau !!!! ” With that in mind we aimed Claude in the general direction of south east and headed that way.
Our destination was a town called Freiburg, which lent itself well to a blog title. The campsite was a mere 20 minute walk from the town centre and, true to form, our travel hating sat nav voice discovered the smallest streets in the whole of Germany and certain parts of Finland – believe me, we all had to breath in to get through some of them. Happily we overcame her pettiness and arrived without scrapes or scratches.
At the vast majority of sites, we have usually been told to have a look round and find the pitch we wanted. This is not the case in Germany and especially here. We were
greeted at the gate by being asked if we had a reservation, we said yes, and we were told to follow Mein Herr who took us to a preordained pitch. The size of the pitch could best be described as bloody small, giving your correspondent the heebie-geebies at the thought of Wendy the Navigator guiding him into such a gap with her unique hand signals for left, right and reverse. I needn’t have worried because somehow, within mere seconds Mein Herr had guided me perfectly in to the space.
As previously mentioned, the centre of town was 20 minutes away. This however takes a lot longer when you add a river and a cocker spaniel to the story. To be fair to Cusco, it was very hot. To be fair to Cusco – the water did look very inviting. To be fair to Cusco – we weren’t paying attention to him, so splash!!!! He has now developed a love for swimming with his head under the water looking about for fish, which leaves a lovely scene of a pair of big, black ears floating on the surface!!
Freiburg is a very old city and has retained many of
it’s buildings, as it avoided heavy fighting in WW2. Wandering around the pleasant, tree lined streets was a lovely way to pass the time – especially as there were many bars to frequent. Indeed, in one bar, your correspondent had to become a translator for some tourists who could speak no German, and a waiter who could speak no English but could speak French which the tourists could not, so they give their questions to me which I translated to French for the waiter. This worked well and I was hoping for a beer as a reward but none were forthcoming, so I took the huff and left.
The cathedral in the main square had what Wendy always looks for – even more than cake. A tower – a very, very big tower. Off she went to conquer it, so I was left with hound to go round the market surrounding the cathedral, with strict instructions on what to buy. I have no idea what happened but it all went wrong and W gave me a disparaging look when she came back down.
We noted many stalls with long queues of people. This looks interesting, so your correspondent
bravely investigated. They were “Wurst” stalls, which are stalls selling “Wurst”. Wendy studied each one for a long time deciding which one to have before deciding on an “original wurst”. I had already chosen – for me, the currywurst. The stalls had been seen in many places round Germany and many words have been written about how tasty they are and are a must on any travels around Germany. Well, what can I say? The bread rolls they were served in were tasty, but the “wursts” were some of the worst sausages I have tasted!! We shall now wait until my dear readers stop laughing at my witticism.
The streets of Freiburg have what could only be described as small canals where the gutter would normally be. Stalls sell small wooden boats for children to sail upon them and crazed spaniels like to lie in them to cool down. Back streets hold different surprises, none more so than the crocodile. You may scoff, but your correspondent has photographic evidence which will be attached.
All in all, Freiburg is a splendid place and we intend to come back here often.
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Bob Carlsen
Us TBers have been known to chuckle at puns...
even though they are the lowest form of humor. Fortunately your humor usually lives up to higher standards.