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Ärende: trip 519
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In the morning, the self-described wonderful breakfast -
little meat cakes that had onions and therefore weren't
too bad, wieners of the most average sort, hard-cooked or 
scrambled eggs, an assortment of unripe fruit, and an
almond apricot cake that though a bit stodgy kept me
going for a good long time.

We had considered one of the more adventurous mountain
trips (cog railways and such, two transfers and something
like E50 a person, but you end up at the highest point
in Germany) but decided that the most view for the least 
effort was going to be the oldster-friendly Mount Wank, 
whose cable car takes one up to the well-situated but by 
no means lofty summit.

From here one can take walks of any length and difficulty,
and ours was averagely modest, though we did summit, which
is an entirely unnecessary exercise unless one wants to
dine at the restaurant that caps the peak. I sort of wish
we had eaten there, as the prices were surprisingly reasonable
for the setting.

As it turns out, though, there's a cafeteria at the station
whose menu is fitted with attractive photos, so instead of
hiking back up to the summit, we refreshed ourselves here.

I had an Ettaler Dunkel, nondescript and pleasant, and she
a split of Ratsherr Blaue Zweigelt that didn't have so much
rat in it, though I'd not be surprised if there was a little.

Leberknoedelsuppe looked like just the ticket, so that's
what I ordered. There was nothing that appealed to Lilli, so
in my broken German I asked if we could have an order of
fried potatoes without whatever they normally served. Of
course. So the counter guy tossed some fries out of a bag
and into the fryer, and in short moments they were out,
hot, crispy, appetizing. We were charged for the plate - less 
the price of the main course. So the potatoes came out at
some negligible sum, a couple Euro maybe. They were actually
pretty good. The liver dumplings were hearty and coarse and
tasted like liver; their soup came out of a Knorr packet at
best; still, it was better than okay.

After soaking up the view and some rays for an hour or two,
we boarded a Wankmobile and bade goodbye to the mountain. At 
the base there was a bus in the wrong direction, so we took 
the  long way around, punctuated by the five-minute stop at 
the terminus Farchant, where the very literal-minded driver 
threw us off at 2:38 and then let us back on at 2:40, in
strict accordance with the schedule. Toto, I don't think we're 
in Austria any more!

We got off at Marienplatz and walked back to the hotel, passing
the Lidl again, where we picked up a bottle of Merlot du Pays
d'Oc for E1.89 ("Chevalier de Fauvert"), a couple bars of Dr. Gross 
chocolate - Amazonas 60% and Ecuador 70% - for 1.09 each, and more 
bread for her, as we were going to have to leave just as breakfast 
opened. The Chevalier surprisingly was kind of okay and the 
chocolates better than that, the 60 a satisfying eating chocolate
and the 70 a bit of an eye-opener.

What the heck, we'd done enough wandering, so we presented
ourselves at Hubert's Restaurant, which is the breakfast place
downstairs done up to resemble a real restaurant, with white
tablecloths and a waiter who looks as if his feet hurt (not my
description, originally Seymour Britchky's, of some other place).

I saw just what I wanted, a Schweinshaxe at 10.80, a regular
bargain; with this I paired a Paulaner Dunkel and - given that
I have learned to ignore the kraut and the glue dumpling - 
what the doctor ordered. Lilli was disappointed as even though
it was on the menu, no burger was available. She grumpily 
didn't want anything, but the waiter convinced her to get a 
bowl of Gulaschsuppe at least. It was okay, sort of salty and
with a pronounced paprika flavor that warred a bit with the 
wine she ordered, a local Merlot that otherwise was mmmm er
tolerable.

Upstairs, bed, sleep, good dreams.

Meinfernbus Garmisch MUC 0635 0840 - it was dark and chilly
when we left around 6:20, but the bus stop was teeming with
people. Our chariot pulled in right at 6:30, and we discovered
that having only small bags we kept being shunted aside and
so when all the big bags were accommodated and the little ones
stowed on top, all the good seats were taken, and there were
only assorted singles left. One of us should have just barged
on the bus with the other dealing with our bags, live and learn.

Eventually we got seats within shouting distance of each other.

The bus stops downtown first before proceeding to the airport;
after this stop it's quick and easy, and we were there ahead
of schedule.

Checkin was negligible, security and emigration likewise.

The Senator lounge was pretty crowded and with the usual
catering, most of the good stuff selling out in short order;
I nourished myself on a bunch of Manner wafers and surfed
the Internet for two hours and change, periodically sampling
all the worthy but unexceptional Schnappses and brandies
that were available.
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