Day 12a: Salt Castle City

Today is more or less the middle of the Euro-tour. And what an eventful day it was! And by eventful, I mean total disaster..

Contrary to the perfect photogenic weather from yesterday, it was raining cats and dogs and other domesticated animals.
But of course that only happened in the middle of the day. Instead, the morning was a little drizzle that so slyly invited tourists and other such folk to savour the beautiful location of the town of Hallstatt, frequently known as the most beautiful place in the world.
The writer would have made it there, if it weren’t for the fact that he left his Interrail-Ticket in his other bag. The post office also enticed him to end a postcard, which delayed the other travellers in such a way
that they missed the first train there by 5 minutes, after making also a wrong turn into the main train station as it is under renovation.
After that, the writer took a bus back, only to forget also the room key, prompting him to head back and having to get the key and return to the hostel. By the time he arrived, the writer had 5 minutes to appear at the train station. This is indeed not one of “my favourite things”

So “How do you solve a problem” like that? I could but ask the others to go ahead whilst I stayed in Salzburg. Later on, after a conversation with the folks at home,
as well as some wiki work, I decided to leap over to the small village nearby.

So, what is the name of this village. Well, it is famous for ONE thing:

As this is a hard one, here is a clue: XXXrnXXXX
Fill in the Xs!
Also, you may have to download the picture to zoom in to see what it is.

n.b.: I seriously think there is something in the water of the Salzach. Why so many music geniuses?!

Day 7 and 8: the Journal Part 3

Sending Andre off was a truly exhausting feat, to the point that I could not send Fook Nean off as well. For some reason, I have been sleeping pretty long, like 8 hours. Constantly, however, I feel sleep-deprived. I think it’sa mixture of the heat and the unbearably uncomfortable beds that do not aid the restoration process.

We continue to explore this city but are after awhile, the desolation is a little distressing. I think of the glory of this republic, how it once held sway over Europe through a mixture of it’s mass-produced clock-work navy (Museo Navale was awesome!) and economic prowness. But ever since the fall of Constantinople, it’s just never been the same. Sure, there were the glories of the renaissance, as well as the splash of rococo and baroque so evident of the city’s architecture, but it is all dilapitated, old and forlorn. A citizentry that has fallen short of their glory, With a future that is bleak and ultimately sinking.

True, it is romantic, but it is a dying love I see in this town.

These are my towns on this republic and how despite it’s crowded alleyways and mysterious and nostalgic transportation methods, it is ultimately unfeasible. Schade eigentlich…

So, this are my thoughts as I leave this republic, who once held sway over Crete and Cyprus, Dalmatia and Greece, whose throat everyone wanted in their grasp. I leave to go to a city of modernity, of success, where tourism blends with beauty, technology with leisure. And where a huge gathering in September is named after October. The Monk City.

Now where could that be?  🙂