Up into the mountains to find the source of the Lech River yielded very little for when we arrived well short of our goal we were told we were out of season. For a while we felt like just another bad apple rotting in a barrel of forgotten apple strudel. The bus driver was a good apple and joined us in fun and laughter, smiling through his mirror as I was innocently abused by an older man, joking about our pronunciation and being upset when we couldn’t go further on the other bus (only trivia I know but nice).

After some failed attempts at finding a way via two friendly girls, and the maitre d’ of a hotel that was open, we decided to walk alongside the Lech because we were only a short distance from the lake, its source. However we could not walk cause we were up a fair height and after two days ago’s experience decided downhill would be the best, so we walked the river for 15 kms and it was superb. 

Back on the bus after walking through some lovely villages and superb landscape, we smiled at a couple our age. All of a sudden, his crotch area began to show signs of wetness. He was facing me and felt it as I saw it then he quickly dragged a now open bottle of beer from his pocket. At this his wife laughed as did I as I played a little charade by covering up my crotch and looking away as well as saying to him ‘It’s not gut’, at which point she broke up altogether.

I was reminded of Mr Bean who dribbled into his pants in the toilet and upon suddenly noticing the obvious mark had a bright idea and threw water all over himself. As he walked out in front of lots of people he did a charade by looking shocked, snapped a make believe pipe with his hand and broadly waved his hands over his body indicating a burst water pipe. This was unnecessary for our friend on the bus who proudly held the accused up and waved his hands.

Then it was back to more major water works as I video’d the evidence of my water experiences on the River Lech. So a little like our experience on the Great St Bernard Pass, the road was our only way to Steeg, a village in the mountains. So we carefully navigated the best side of the road, through three tunnels and around some tricky corners, but it was all downhill so no problems for me. Corrie’s only issue was a slipping bra which she remedied by buying a non slip one, if only!!

As we got off the bus we met a delightful young Indian couple who had flown in from Latvia for the weekend. We had a lot of laughs as we hungered for a bit of English. And I am certain he will say hi on the blog tomorrow and probably run a critical ‘Bangalorian IT eye’ over it as well.

The mountains were superb, the river up to expectations and the daily German clouds helped to make my photography look good. 

We’ll see you tomorrow in Bad Tolz