After crossing into Germany, our passports still un-needed (not even at Dover/Calais) Will and Karen searched for a suitable place to camp, eventually finding a spot in the woods near some old gravel pits just outside Munich, which was more scenic and surprisingly less midgy than it sounds. Juli and I where on cook duty, so, after quickly putting up our tent, set to with dinner. First task: put the kettle on... Plenty of spagetti bolognese later, we cleared up and turned in. (No angry farmers tonight.)
The next day, after an early start to make breakfast for every one, we continued towards Dachau concentration camp.
We arrived early, before the crowds of school parties (compulsory for Germany children as part of their history classes) and other tourists, as the grounds keepers were putting their finishing touches to the immaculately kept site, on a beautiful, warm, clear, blue-skies day: entirely inapropriate for this awful place. I'll not dwell on the details nor history nor even the incomprehensible statistics we read, but I will just mention how surprised we were to find that the camp was not, as we had thought, in the middle of nowhere, but almost in the middle of town, as it was in 1933 when it was built.
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Continuing on towards Austria and our first proper campsite (just outside Saltzburg) the scenery became more and more alpine in nature. As we crossed the border - our fifth - we even caught a glimps of the Alps.
Last night, we enjoyed our first showers since Hammersmith, and this morning - day 4 - we enjoyed a leisurely breakfast. Shortly, I'll stop writing and we'll make our way into Saltzburg to hunt down an internet cafe, some coffee and cake and generally to see what we can see.
TTFN - N
The next day, after an early start to make breakfast for every one, we continued towards Dachau concentration camp.
We arrived early, before the crowds of school parties (compulsory for Germany children as part of their history classes) and other tourists, as the grounds keepers were putting their finishing touches to the immaculately kept site, on a beautiful, warm, clear, blue-skies day: entirely inapropriate for this awful place. I'll not dwell on the details nor history nor even the incomprehensible statistics we read, but I will just mention how surprised we were to find that the camp was not, as we had thought, in the middle of nowhere, but almost in the middle of town, as it was in 1933 when it was built.
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Continuing on towards Austria and our first proper campsite (just outside Saltzburg) the scenery became more and more alpine in nature. As we crossed the border - our fifth - we even caught a glimps of the Alps.
Last night, we enjoyed our first showers since Hammersmith, and this morning - day 4 - we enjoyed a leisurely breakfast. Shortly, I'll stop writing and we'll make our way into Saltzburg to hunt down an internet cafe, some coffee and cake and generally to see what we can see.
TTFN - N
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