4 June 2016
Kartoffel
Ski jumps and potatoes in Garmisch-Partenkirchen
I did not intend to walk far this evening to preserve legs for tomorrow, that plan went out the window.
I first went to find the entrance to the gorge for tomorrows ascent, near the ski jump ramp (something I dont see every day!). This was a bit further than I realised.
Then it took me a while to find dinner, which involved a lot of potatoes (kartoffel!).
Then I wanted to find a money machine, easier said than done in a town that is CLOSED at 8pm and CLOSED all day Sunday.
Then I wanted to find a snack cause I was still hungry or just greedy, and the only option was a pub for a light pork knuckle, or the petrol station.
It is quite weird everything is shut on Saturday night except the 100 or so pubs, Mcdonalds was actually open but its the only one I have found in Germany so far without the mccafe, so I couldnt get a chai latte.
Now I must go to sleep!
This is the olympic ski jump park. I presume it has been rebuilt since 1936 as it looks quite modern.
The top part is the jump, the bottom green part is the landing area.
Perhaps this explains the ski jump concept a little better. There is a small stadium at the bottom, which I did not photograph.
I had to go to a pub for dinner. My invisible dinner guest was as always there to keep me company.
The menu was all in German, I got beef and potatoes following some miming and broken English. I didnt expect it to be corned beef but it was quite good.
The side dish is creamed spinach. Unfortunately, I didnt get any white asparagus.
Thirsty cat was thirsty.
Tomorrow... maybe, main peak still in cloud here.
This part is actually shorter than the peaks in the previous photo.
I follow this stream about half way up the mountain, it appears to be a raging torrent here, however the gorge cave thing was open today.
I might bypass it anyway as it doesnt open to 8, I plan to be there at 6, internet says you can just go through the gate without paying, but there is an alternate route.
I then went to the other half of the divided town which was once two towns prior to merging. It is apparently the forgotten half because its part of the name comes after the hyphen.
Looks nice, but all closed.
The petrol station delivered, they were selling paper cones filled with hot candied nuts. They sit on a heated metal tray to keep them warm. They have probably been there for a few years.
Next door to my hotel lives some sheep. I threw sticks at them for a while in the fading twilight at almost 9:30pm. It sure does stay light late here.