Jane And Rog
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Coddiwompling day 3, Bad Karlshafen to Badsalzungen
The day started with the sound of geese honking as Flynn chased them back into the river and bells ringing - nothing to do with us - across the river from Bad Karlshafen town.
Ding dong matron
Wednesday is the start (and end before you get in any way sympathetic) of my working week. I do a bit of “leadership coaching” which intrudes into the week but is well paid enough not to kill. Today I had two calls: 10am and 2pm, we planned around them. First, over the bridge into town for coffee and fleishbuns for breakfast. A fleishbun is like cheese on toast except the cheese is meat and it’s not been anywhere near the grill. Yum. Sadly the coffee at Krome’s Backstube was less delicious.
Whilst I was speaking to London jane visited the Huguenot museum to reconnect with her ancestral Frenchness. Flynn engaged himself with a staring competition with next door’s displeased moggie; obviously a James Bond extra.
After the calls, we broke camp and set off for a brief stop at Wartburg castle for jane to tourist, me to have my second call and Flynn to complain about the lack of impromptu chicken lunches so far this holiday.
The stellplats at Bad Salzungen is a thing. It’s modern, well laid out, friendly and quite pretty to look at. Behind it, there’s a huge field owned by the local dog training club (speciality subservience!) where dogs can chase mice to their hearts content. The town is the same except it’s not modern and it’s mainly closed on Wednesday and at first glance rodent free. Oh, and the Raskeller is now an Italian restaurant!
Codiwomple rating: as beefy as the breakfast bread.
The day started with the sound of geese honking as Flynn chased them back into the river and bells ringing - nothing to do with us - across the river from Bad Karlshafen town.
Ding dong matron
Wednesday is the start (and end before you get in any way sympathetic) of my working week. I do a bit of “leadership coaching” which intrudes into the week but is well paid enough not to kill. Today I had two calls: 10am and 2pm, we planned around them. First, over the bridge into town for coffee and fleishbuns for breakfast. A fleishbun is like cheese on toast except the cheese is meat and it’s not been anywhere near the grill. Yum. Sadly the coffee at Krome’s Backstube was less delicious.
Meat! On Bread!
Whilst I was speaking to London jane visited the Huguenot museum to reconnect with her ancestral Frenchness. Flynn engaged himself with a staring competition with next door’s displeased moggie; obviously a James Bond extra.
No Mr Flynn, I expect you to Die! Bwahahahahah.
After the calls, we broke camp and set off for a brief stop at Wartburg castle for jane to tourist, me to have my second call and Flynn to complain about the lack of impromptu chicken lunches so far this holiday.
Mad castle interior view #6
After the second call we set off for our next night’s stop: Bad Salzungen with its (semi) famous Ratskeller. I was particularly keen on this because I’m a creature of habit and my bratwurst habit had not been serviced yet. Jane also needed a large helping of pork - ideally a knuckle.The stellplats at Bad Salzungen is a thing. It’s modern, well laid out, friendly and quite pretty to look at. Behind it, there’s a huge field owned by the local dog training club (speciality subservience!) where dogs can chase mice to their hearts content. The town is the same except it’s not modern and it’s mainly closed on Wednesday and at first glance rodent free. Oh, and the Raskeller is now an Italian restaurant!
A photo of your van parked last night
We had a choice of about three restaurants that weren’t Italian or closed. We settled on the Zur Nappe which was participating in the local Asparagus festival. Jane opted for double (soup then salmon noodles). I tried (but failed) to fulfill my sausagey destiny by randomly ordering things that sounded like they might contain cylindrical meat products: mystrychfleisch unter grillkäiser followed by bacönkartoffle in grosserömelette. It was good but definitely not sausage. Still, the beer came in a great mug and the owner was very forgiving of our crappy German skills so all in all a good night.Honestly, it says Boniface
Codiwomple rating: as beefy as the breakfast bread.
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