After picking up our Mercedes-Benz swaggerwagon, we headed to the popular Bavarian town of Garmisch-Partenkirchen, home of the controversial 1936 Winter Olympics in Germany. We arrived at GaPa in the early afternoon, quickly dropped off our bags and headed towards Eibsee (Lake Eib) to check out the Zugspitze cable car and possibly take a dip in the lake since it was a sweltering day. When we approached the ticket counter we asked the price of the cable car ticket and the lady at the window said, “50 euros each” and I said “I’m sorry did you say 15 euros each?” and she said, “FIFTY euros” and I said “uh, eh-CUSE me?!” So, 50 euros covers a roundtrip to the Zugspitze summit via cable car or cogwheel train, but we weren’t prepared to shell out that much money at 3:30pm when the last car would leave the mountaintop at 5:00pm. We decided to come back another day when we had more time to explore the summit.
We walked over to Eibsee and were immediately impressed with the shockingly clear water. There were a lot more people than we had expected, but the hostel receptionist told us that it usually clears out after 6:00pm. We decided to eat a little something and then change into our bikinis and go for a dip after everyone left. Since we are both so damn sexy, we can’t have crowds of people gawking at us when we go swimming so we prefer deserted swimming holes. Unfortunately for us, it was so hot that day that everyone stayed later than usual. We tried to find a secluded place to get into the water, but finally gave up looking for a private area and just settled for a spot where there were no screaming children. We met a nice older woman who told us that she had never seen the lake this crowded in her twenty years there and then she got in the water and swam out into the middle of the lake. I got into the water and doggy paddled out about 4 feet and then stayed there until the sun started to hide behind some clouds.
The next day we took advantage of our hostel’s proximity to the Olympic ski jump and headed out to explore. If you enjoy watching the Olympic ski jump event on TV, you’ll love seeing the ramp in person. This thing is massive and my stomach gets weak just thinking about someone skiing down, jumping into the air and landing on a black diamond level slope before stopping at the bottom without killing herself. Seriously, this shit is not for amateurs. I almost pooped my pants when I stood at the top and looked down the jump platform. I have a newfound respect for ski jumpers.
On Tuesday the weather wasn’t great so we decided to drive down to Fussen to see the most famous castle in Germany, Neuschwanstein Schloss. Thanks to our handy GPS I ended up driving into a pedestrian walkway and had to back out while trying not to mangle any smiling Germans. We made it out and drove towards the castle. When we got close to the castle, thanks again to our trusty GPS, we drove up a bus only road before the bus driver pulled up alongside and told us we had to go back. Anyway, we finally made it up to Marienbrucke, the bridge built by Mad King Ludwig for his mother Mary, where we were rewarded with a stunning view of the castle. The bridge is suspended over a waterfall and is quite a beautiful place to spend some time if there weren’t a bunch of other tourists there, but I’m sure they were thinking the same of us. It’s funny to think that all of this was built for the private enjoyment of a few people not too long ago. Must be nice to be rich royalty.