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| Even Robbie got into the Picnic |
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| The best sausage on the trip, so far. |
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| Willy at large |
The first item on today’s agenda was a visit to the Budweiser Brewery and so we duly presented ourselves. Unfortunately, the individual tour starts at 14:00, too late for us, but the charming girl at the visitors’ reception said there was an organised tour starting at midday and if the tour-guide was amenable, we could join that. We waited and waited and waited through a spectacular thunder, lightening and torrential downpour until the receptionist told us that there was little likelihood of the tour turning up. At least we got as far as the Brewery gate. Time to head to Austria, Salzburg to be precise.
It being a Tuesday and in honour of MMDDMM (https://www.facebook.com/#!/groups/142368199169732/) and the fact we were on the road, a picnic was called for so, already amply provisioned, we pulled into a rest-area and had the super road-side monster munch. We hit Salzburg and found our hotel, The Star Inn Gablerbrau http://www.h-rzn.com/a400032/index.htm?lbl=ggl without too much trouble. The building has been renovated and has only been open for two months (they’re still working on the bar/restaurant). You get an idea of what these people are at when you see a pristine, well-kept, immaculate establishment with nothing out of place, a bit too clinical for my half Spanish neuron but hey, it works and was spot-on. Another place with free Wi-Fi, up until now the only hotel that wanted to charge us was the ‘Munich Inn’. Time for a stroll around this splendid town, home of Mozart and the Von Trapp family though thankfully, not at the same time, there might have been blood spilled. Salzburg is a very elegant and cultured city, it oozes from the walls. Most people here spend their time drinking Spritzers, coffee and gorging on massive slabs of chocolate cake with marmalade. We did find the bar though; Zipfer Bierhaus http://www.zipfer-bierhaus.at/ where the atmosphere was as impeccable as the service. We entered a new world as both Willy and myself voted the local sausage as THE BEST so far on the trip. There is apparently, a word in German that describe the consistency of a sausage when it breaks open with a ‘snap’, it’s called ‘Knacken’ and baby did these puppies have loads of ‘Knacken’. There’s not much else to do in Salzburg unless you want to go to mass or listen to Mozart or drink coffee or have alarming quantities of chocolate cake but we did stumble across a bar which I think was called ‘Stadtwirt’ close to the hotel with what could only be described as an ‘eccentric’ barman so we stayed there for the rest of the evening, quaffing pints of the local, a pleasant brew called ‘Stiegl’ which slipped down all too easily knowing full well that we were within (choose your length of measurement) of the hotel.
It being a Tuesday and in honour of MMDDMM (https://www.facebook.com/#!/groups/142368199169732/) and the fact we were on the road, a picnic was called for so, already amply provisioned, we pulled into a rest-area and had the super road-side monster munch. We hit Salzburg and found our hotel, The Star Inn Gablerbrau http://www.h-rzn.com/a400032/index.htm?lbl=ggl without too much trouble. The building has been renovated and has only been open for two months (they’re still working on the bar/restaurant). You get an idea of what these people are at when you see a pristine, well-kept, immaculate establishment with nothing out of place, a bit too clinical for my half Spanish neuron but hey, it works and was spot-on. Another place with free Wi-Fi, up until now the only hotel that wanted to charge us was the ‘Munich Inn’. Time for a stroll around this splendid town, home of Mozart and the Von Trapp family though thankfully, not at the same time, there might have been blood spilled. Salzburg is a very elegant and cultured city, it oozes from the walls. Most people here spend their time drinking Spritzers, coffee and gorging on massive slabs of chocolate cake with marmalade. We did find the bar though; Zipfer Bierhaus http://www.zipfer-bierhaus.at/ where the atmosphere was as impeccable as the service. We entered a new world as both Willy and myself voted the local sausage as THE BEST so far on the trip. There is apparently, a word in German that describe the consistency of a sausage when it breaks open with a ‘snap’, it’s called ‘Knacken’ and baby did these puppies have loads of ‘Knacken’. There’s not much else to do in Salzburg unless you want to go to mass or listen to Mozart or drink coffee or have alarming quantities of chocolate cake but we did stumble across a bar which I think was called ‘Stadtwirt’ close to the hotel with what could only be described as an ‘eccentric’ barman so we stayed there for the rest of the evening, quaffing pints of the local, a pleasant brew called ‘Stiegl’ which slipped down all too easily knowing full well that we were within (choose your length of measurement) of the hotel.
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