Paris to Rosenheim (17 – 21 July)

View from the train #1.

View from the train #1.

The change to the Munich train in Stuttgart could have been stressful as we arrived late, but the sensible personnel of the German rail company announced five times, in German, French and English, as we approached Stuttgart, that the conecting train would leave from the other side of the same platform. It arrived two minutes after the train from Stuttgart.

View from the train #2.

View from the train #2.

In Munich Hauptbahnhof I was delighted to discover that an early train to Rosenheim was slightly delayed, enabling me to catch it and saving me a wait of 45 minutes. Vroni met me at the south exit from the station in her mother’s car and whisked me to her mother’s house.

View from the train #3.

View from the train #3. Ulm station, a town I would return to on 21 July.

I saw enough of Rosenheim on that short journey to be impressed by the Bavarian architecture and the atmosphere of Rosenheim, and Vroni’s mother’s house did not disappoint – a great place!

View from the train #4.

View from the train #4.

What’s more, I had an enormous basement room to myself! Although I was exhausted, I had a long catch-up chat with Vroni, and some wine was consumed.

The exit from Rosenheim station.

The exit from Rosenheim station. Bikes were everywhere and I noticed that many were not locked to anything.

The next day it was still raining, and I still felt worn-out from my travels and the previous few weeks I went back to bed after breakfast for several more hours of sleep.

That evening we were invited to the huge house belonging to relatives of Vroni’s. We had a lovely evening, with great food, and I was impressed by all the woodwork, such as the “spiral” (helical) staircase, and by all the skiing medals displayed on a sideboard!

This beautiful staircase was made by a relative of Vroni´s.

This beautiful staircase was made by a relative of Vroni's.

Tuesday 19 July dawned sunny and, as Vroni had obtained permission to play her piano in the streets of Rosenheim, it was all systems go! (By the way, the pictures below, taken with my camera, are not as good as those I took with Vroni´s camera, in which the enthusiasm of the people who gathered to see her play is evident.) The only slight negative was that I was fined for parking Vroni’s van facing the wrong way (breaking a law that doesn’t exist in the UK as far as I know). (Thankfully, the next day when I visted the road traffic office to explain my ignorance of the law as a foreigner, a kind lady cancelled the fine.)

Bavarian ornaments in Vroni´s mother´s house.

Bavarian ornaments in Vroni´s mother´s house.

We celebrated Vroni’s successful busking in her home town with a glass of sparkling wine on the verandah of the garden shed as a thunderstorm grumbled, and then a drink with her friends in the fabulous Vettern bar – see the pictures!

Vroni playing in Rosenheim #1.

Vroni playing in Rosenheim #1.

Vroni playing in Rosenheim #2.

Vroni playing in Rosenheim #2.

Vroni playing in Rosenheim #3.

Vroni playing in Rosenheim #3.

Vroni playing in Rosenheim #4.

Vroni playing in Rosenheim #4.

Vroni playing in Rosenheim #6.

Vroni playing in Rosenheim #6.

Zuki outside the Vettern Bar.

Zuki outside the Vettern Bar.

The mock ancient Egyptian totem pole outside the Vettern Bar.

The mock ancient Egyptian totem pole outside the Vettern Bar.

Zuki points out the totem pole outside the Vettern Bar.

Zuki points out the ancient Egyptian totem pole outside the Vettern Bar.

Wednesday 20 July was wet and I felt a bit rough, but I wandered into town to attempt to get the fine quashed (successfully, as I have already explained) and to explore Rosenheim a bit. The pictures tell the story. When I returned to Vroni’s mother’s house Vroni asked me to try to fix the printer/scanner. This turned into quite an adventure. To cut a long story short (internet search for information, visit to shops for a waste toner container, which none had) I eventually managed to get it going. Hooray! Trouble was, I lost my wee rucksack along the way – a treasured possession. I then went out to buy provisions for the looming street piano tour of Scandinavia. The evening was great, with a visit to the Turneralm, a wonderful traditional Bavarian restaurant, with Vroni’s relatives. Vroni’s father taught me a Bavarian toast: “Prost, prost, prösterchen, Schnaps ist Medizin… Prost, prost, prösterchen, im Bier ist Kraft darin… Prost, prost, prösterchen, Wein ist Sonnenschein… Prost, prost, prösterchen, hinein, hinein, hinein!” We certainly had some lovely wine and schnapps with our excellent food (I had a rich mushroom dish).

We returned to Vroni’s mother’s place where I wrote up the blog to this point. Tomorrow we set out for Ulm. Alas, the weather forecast is not promising.  Will put up more pictures of Rosenheim in due course!  Lots of beautiful shots to come, including loads of lederhosen!

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