Day 11 from Jageralpe to Munich
Day 11 shall be henceforth know as pottering along day. It is the last day of the group together and nobody is really in a rush for it to end.
We start of with a fine breakfast of scrambled eggs with bits of bacon and god knows what else. Despite the unidentifiable contents it tastes great and we polish it off before heading down into the garage to retrieve the machinery.
We split into two groups most days. I seem to be a wandering soul and move around, the others seem to stick together now. I want to ride with both groups today as I met lovely people in both. Anyway, who to ride with first is decided by the fact that only one group needs fuel - and despite an extra fill up yesterday, my 200KM blast to Innsbruck puts me in the empty tank brigade.
As we are about to leave, Ollie, who is riding the van today cheekily asks if the gadget machine has jump leads on board. Unfortunately not. Well even if I did I'm not sure my machine would cosy up to a sick Multi Duke. We leave them figuring it out. Can you bump start a dead Duke?
We pootle off through the maze of little villages and somehow the 30 zones aren't as frustrating today.
Beautiful clear skies, which (knock on wood) have stayed with us since the drenching in Munich last week, set us up for a "nice" day.
There is a little bit of ABC (another bloody castle) today, but I am not as sensitive about it as usual.
Nobody is pushing too hard today and the amazing torque of the GS comes to the fore. Leave it in 4th, or drop to 3rd occasionally and it pulls effortlessly out of every sweeping bend.
We head off to the lakes for a little coffee stop. The color is so green I'm sure the tourist board is dying it.
We head on for ABC photo opportunity (OK it is Neuschwanstein which he copied from Disney). We will track back from here and should pass the other group as they head out.
Here is a better (not mine) shot of the castle. As you can see, Disney will be very upset with him.
[Edit: Pic to large to load sensibly -
linky instead]
We head on to Ludwig's less famous and delicately effeminate Herrenchiemsee castle which is a (very) miniature of the Palace of Versaille. The queues are short and the tour a merciful 25 minutes. While we wait it dawns on me that this was where I would swap groups and the others haven't arrived yet.
The palace is exquisite. No pictures inside I am afraid. Frau tour guide warned me off. Well worth a visit if you are over there and only about €8.
So the theme is a fairytale set of palaces, a pink changing room, and perfect gardens.
...and apparently nobody suspected anything. The German's aren't as good on detail as they would lead us to believe so.
By the time the tour is over and lunch is swallowed, the other group arrive. Apparently the Duke took a while to sort. With leads hooked up the dash lights were on, but it wouldn't start. Not the battery so. After a suitable lapse of time the Duke keeper shared that he had dropped the key the previous night (one of those proximity electronic gizmos) and it had fallen apart when it hit the ground. It went back together though. Well lead man Ollie decided to take a closer look and opened it up again. It went back together all right, the only problem was the battery and chip weren't in there anymore. After much patient searching the offending item was found in a dark underground car park the size of a football field. Somebody had the gods looking down on them.
The time delay meant that I would have to wait over an hour to change groups so I left the Brazilian/Mexican band and stayed with the Americans. An equally lovely group of people, but it would have been nice to ride out with both.
We did our best to delay the arrival back at base, but it came in the end. Our slightly earlier arrival left time for a beer or three before dinner. Below is my adopted Brazilian and Mexican family. I can't quite put my finger on it, but there is something endearing about the Latino culture. These are serious and successful professional people in their work - business owners, bankers and neuro scientists - but they wore it lightly. I learned something from them this week - and that alone makes it a good week.