Innsbruck is a rather pleasant city. It probably deserves another visit in the future. There's quite a nice mix of young and old in both the buildings and the people. I thought I'd cracked finding the Briel watch I have been looking for, but the snooty bitch in the boutique said it was an obsolete model. I spent a couple of hours looking around the old and the new town before heading off to see the football stadium and then a few kilometres outside of Innsbruck I took the right fork and headed over the pass towards Germany and Gamisch-Partenkirchen. i know all about Garmisch from a mad german teacher calle Petra Schlehuber who came from this place. I have to say that in the snow and on new years day with 100,000 spectators watching the ski jumping it must be an awesome place but I thought it wasn't that great.
After that it was just a little drive along a road that uses both Austria and Germany passing Friedrichshafen before heading back down south to Schaffhausen.
Once at Schaffhausen it was a case of waiting a short while for Swissy to come back from Zurich before going out with her for beers and something stodgy and Swiss to eat. I had the Schweizer Teller which was enourmous. I was quite hungry though. After this we went to her mums bar and had a few beers. Wednesday is gay night in mummy's pub so "back door man" by the Doors went on the jukebox. I know. I'm an evil man.
Anyway here are some photos of yesterday. As I look towards the station car park this morning Bertha is covered in 3 inches of snow!!
Innsbruck old town
The golden roof
Speck!!
Tivoli Stadion, Innsbruck
And no, Mr Noxon. I did not pull off the road, or on it.
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"If Music Be The Food Of Love...Drive On"
This morning I turned on my ipod and put the 6842 songs on to 'shuffle' mode. First up...Iron Maiden - Charlotte the Harlot, next...Bruce Springsteen - ThunderCrack, Scorpions - Heroes Don't Cry (Tuetonic drivel!), Johnny Cash - Cocaine Blues, Johnny Halliday - Noir C'est Noir, Cinderella - Bad Seamstress Blues.
Now that was a cracking start to the day and had me sporting a woody by the time my train had moved out of the station. However, my question for you Mr. Hayes is this:
What are you listening to as you drive along the highways and byways of Europe? Are there any stand out tracks that you have heard in a particular place for example that have a real resonance?
Enquiring minds want to know!
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