Just when you think you have the sleep thing sorted it all goes pear shaped. Having some noisy kids next door didn't help, neither did the door bangers.
The day looked good, blue sky, turned out to be the tint on the windows.
Breakfast the usual sumptuous collection, some great looking fried eggs I discovered after I was replete. Roll prepared and secreted in the jacket I was off. Blue sky be buggered, grey and raining.
On with jacket and off I went, Gohrisch being the immediate target, another stein without the suffix.
It was a great climb, through narrow defiles with ladders and steps, great fun and arriving at the top with what would be stunning views if it wasn't so dull. Cold too with biting wind.
Then there's the descent which is pretty hairy too.
Then it's across a small valley to climb Papststein which is an easy stroll up a very wide path to the hilltop restaurant, closed.
The main thing I notice is the paucity of people. The holiday is certainly over. The biggest group, is on my descent off Papststein when I pass about 20 walkers coming up who all look like the should be in ARPA!
On the way off Papststein, is a detour to Lichterhohle Cave. The name meaning Cave of Lights due to the number of candles placed on the walls by moutaineers. Ya just gotta believe!
It's 11.30AM and I am within 30 minutes of my hotel, so a quick look at the map shows an alternative that I take.
I should add at this point the sun is out and it's remarkably hot.
Just as well or I would have missed a great surprise-a SNAKE-sliding across the track. What a gem?
I then circuited around a plateau and arrived at the banks of the Elbe, overlooking my target for tomorrow, Schrammsteine.
My maps are hopeless, a they give no indication that I am about 100 metes above the river.
A steep descent ensues, with great views across the river to Bad Schandau.
I pop out at river level, at the front door of my hotel, how good is that.
It's the usual charade, however I manage to get to my room and a shower is in order, you sweat a lot in a rain jacket even if it's been off since lunch.Dinner was the ongoing charade. Luckily the menu was fixed to three choices of mains and I could work out what they were.
So soup-tomato, mains-schnitzel and parfait-icecream all washed down with a coupe of beers. A dark local beer called Schwart Bier, followed by a wheat beer, rathe malty and not my favourite type of beer.
Pictures in Picasa Web albums if slide show too slow
The day looked good, blue sky, turned out to be the tint on the windows.
Breakfast the usual sumptuous collection, some great looking fried eggs I discovered after I was replete. Roll prepared and secreted in the jacket I was off. Blue sky be buggered, grey and raining.
On with jacket and off I went, Gohrisch being the immediate target, another stein without the suffix.
It was a great climb, through narrow defiles with ladders and steps, great fun and arriving at the top with what would be stunning views if it wasn't so dull. Cold too with biting wind.
Then there's the descent which is pretty hairy too.
Then it's across a small valley to climb Papststein which is an easy stroll up a very wide path to the hilltop restaurant, closed.
The main thing I notice is the paucity of people. The holiday is certainly over. The biggest group, is on my descent off Papststein when I pass about 20 walkers coming up who all look like the should be in ARPA!
On the way off Papststein, is a detour to Lichterhohle Cave. The name meaning Cave of Lights due to the number of candles placed on the walls by moutaineers. Ya just gotta believe!
It's 11.30AM and I am within 30 minutes of my hotel, so a quick look at the map shows an alternative that I take.
I should add at this point the sun is out and it's remarkably hot.
Just as well or I would have missed a great surprise-a SNAKE-sliding across the track. What a gem?
I then circuited around a plateau and arrived at the banks of the Elbe, overlooking my target for tomorrow, Schrammsteine.
My maps are hopeless, a they give no indication that I am about 100 metes above the river.
A steep descent ensues, with great views across the river to Bad Schandau.
I pop out at river level, at the front door of my hotel, how good is that.
It's the usual charade, however I manage to get to my room and a shower is in order, you sweat a lot in a rain jacket even if it's been off since lunch.Dinner was the ongoing charade. Luckily the menu was fixed to three choices of mains and I could work out what they were.
So soup-tomato, mains-schnitzel and parfait-icecream all washed down with a coupe of beers. A dark local beer called Schwart Bier, followed by a wheat beer, rathe malty and not my favourite type of beer.
Pictures in Picasa Web albums if slide show too slow
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