Innsbruck in at the base of the Swiss mountains in Austria and is a delicious mix of old buildings, history (of course) and a multitude of nationalities. So quite a colourful mix really.
We only had two nights here and one full day, so a little limited to see all the sights, but fun just the same.
This is the Golden Roof which is quite a famous landmark. King Whatamuckcallit, Maximillion I think built it so that he could sit and watch what was happening in the square below.
There are a bunch of monks in there now that come out and play music at different times during the day. Is only small, but an impressive little roof.
This is one of the street performers type people that are very good. She was covered in silver and the dog had a fur coat and hat on. He was so cute. I gave him money as he had his own box out the front and was so much a part of the act. He laid there for hours and when the sun came over, his mum put his umbrella up. Another very spoilt ‘la pouch’…
|Cute Russell Puppy…|
Our hotel, Weisses Rossl is a family owned hotel since the 1400’s and had dead animals on the walls that someone has shot and stuffed. Little goat skulls look at you while you eat your ham and cheese for breakfast. Then there is a massive moose head on the other wall watching your every move.
There have been four generations of one family living here since the beginning of time I think.
There is beautiful old furniture everywhere that would be national treasures. The son is also the chef and quite renowned apparently, but we only found that out when we were leaving or we would have eaten in the hotel.
Being Sunday all of the funky shops were closed, just as well I think as there was heaps of stuff that I would have brought. Nevermind…
Found this funky drinking water fountain down an old lane way. Sweet fresh water from the mountains.
Nice little cafe’s in the street – see the flowers in big pots. Another good spot for Aperol Spritzers. You will be thinking we have become alcoholics, but not quite. Just has been hot and in need of refreshments.
The highlight of the two nights there was dinner and show at a local restaurant that does traditional dancing, yodelling and much more.
It was also where I recognised Tom, the photocopier man from Powe. We had taken bets on how long it would be before we ran into someone we knew. He was on a fast bus tour and having a great time with his wife and 37 other aussies and kiwis. Nice to chat to an aussie.
Here are just a couple of photos that really don’t show much. They move very quickly and are quite agile these boys in leather pants. At one point, one dood turns another one in leather pants upside and smacks him on the bum. It is very funny. I had seen it before and was waiting for it, Alby nearly peed laughing. I have taken a stack of videos but they take too long to load. Allby and Ella just loved it. An old cheese was yodelling and making cow moo sounds in the middle of it all. Well Alby was doing moo sounds all the way home in bus tormenting the indians on board.
We shared a minibus with a whole pile of stinky indians. BO smell that would rot your socks. When they got there, they complained about the price, the food and the drinks. Then whinged so much, they got the best seats and ended up eating and drinking everything. Bloody indians…
So after the show and getting dropped off, we thought we would have a nightcap of one last aperol spritz and met a German couple. He was a vet and had trained in Innsbruck and had come back 44 years later to visit the hotel where he did some training. She was an anethethist and lovely. But the highlight was Pauline, their 10 month old baby silky/crappy doo. When we stopped at the table, there was a whinging sound and a little fluffy pooch was saying hello to me and wanted me to pick her up. She was delicious and very nuggy. So had a great chat to the Germans and then went to bed. We have met lots of nice people in our travels. Should have brought more business cards.
So not a lot to tell of Innsbruck as everything closed but nice little laneways to explore and all watched over by huge mountains with snow still on the top of them.
We are off to Verona now on the train, our last leg. Has been useful for writing but will have to make time some other way for the blog.
I hope you have all been reinvited again and you are seeing this. I guess if it didn’t work, I’ll never know.
Bye for now from ekatravels…