Stinky Pete and the Cow Dung

Strolling through Kitzbuhel

Horse and Cart

A few days after we fare-the-welled our dear old dragon, came the arrival of my BFF Stinky Pete!  So named after the character in Toy Story 2 and because I had to get my own back after she renamed me Smelly Melly.  (It’s not because I smell, says I, it’s only because it rhymes with my name.  Sure, says everyone else.  Wink wink.)
So there were three days after mum left to prepare for Pete’s arrival and there was much scrubbing and dusting and washing and changing sheets and panicking and then it was the day of my epic train journey to the airport.  I had decided not to attempt the four hour round trip to the airport and back on the crazy autobahns alone.   And so it was that I drove half an hour to the train station in Kufstein to find no parking.  I did manage to navigate my way through the town (not good at that on my own) and find an underground car park but wasn’t sure what time it closed but there was nothing I could do about that as my train was due and it was a good 10 minute walk to the station.  I arrived and made it onto the platform with 5 mintues to spare.  A good opportunity to call Maciek and tell him I’d made it.  But hang on a minute, where’s my phone?  Brilliant, I’d left it in the car!  So Maciek would just have to worry for 2 ½ hours until I met Pete at the airport and call him from her phone.  So, on the train.   Cabin to myself, window seat, snacks in handbag, journal and pen, ahhhh relax!  No children, no noise, just me and fantastic scenery.  After almost an hour there was a train change at Munich Ost.  Managed that, no problem.  On the home stretch to the airport.  After a short time I was sure I read on the sign that the next stop was Flughafen (airport).  So I stood up to get off and didn’t even notice that all the other passengers with suitcases continued to sit and read their books, and admittedly I was a bit confused when the platform sign floated past the window displaying something completely different to Flughafen.  But, I got off anyway.  And kicked myself two seconds later as it was in fact the wrong station.  I was later to find out that the sign on the train flashed between final destination and next stop.  Obviously the bit I’d noticed was final destination Flughafen.  Apart from feeling like a complete and utter idiot I wasn’t worried as I had half hour to spare, and waited for the next one.  Finally, finally, I arrived at the airport with five minutes to spare, bought Peta’s train ticket for the journey home, and then found out that her plane was delayed.  A coffee and blueberry muffin for me then.

Peta finally walked through the arrival gates looking ever glamorous even after a day of travelling and it was all so surreal and one of those moments when you have so much to talk about but don’t know where to start that you say nothing!   A Chinese meal while we waited for the train home quickly fixed it.  Never had anything so spicy in my life!  We forgot to check the ‘chilli meter’ on the menu!  She landed at 8.15pm and the train home was due at 9pm.  There were two changes on the way home and we arrived back in Kufstein to darkness and pouring rain, just after 11pm.  Making it back to the car park in between showers (as neither of us had umbrella’s or jackets) to discover that it was open (phew!  So no surprise overnight stay at a dodgy hotel in Kufstein then!) and I had 5 missed calls and 4 messages from Maciek (I did send a message to Maciek from Pete’s phone when I met her but discovered later that I’d actually sent it to my own phone by mistake!) I then had to find my way to the main road home (while the Sat Nav was ‘acquiring satellites’) and negotiate the dark narrow mountain roads in the pouring rain hoping I was going the right way!  Little bit on the panic attack side of things but we made it home safe and sound close to midnight.  What started out as ‘I’ll just catch the train, it’s only two hours and will be much more relaxing’ turned into a 7 ½ hour door to door journey with a few mishaps along the way!  And as my mum would say ‘WHAT A PALAVA!!’

Latte and cake in Kitzbuhel

Disturbing the Holy Silence!

Anyway.  It all turned out well in the end.  And what’s life if it isn’t an epic train journey of an adventure?!  I was able to take the Friday off work (despite a bit of umming and arring from the boss!) and after dropping Amelia and Noah at kindy me and Pete took off to Kitzbuhel.  Another delicious coffee and strawberry tart for me, with peace and quiet this time.  Beautiful weather, and  a wander around town and through the church grounds including the church where Peta disturbed the Holy silence by deleting photo’s on her very noisy camera to make room for more!  After that we drove back to St Johann for a ride on the gondola and lunch at the top where my skill in reading German menu’s shone through as I managed to order us a top notch lunch called Farmerstoast which was a bacon, egg and cheese toasted sandwich.  Lecker Schmecker! (This has become one of my favourite sayings as the kids in the kindergarten say it and it means something like yummy tasty!)  We spent the rest of the afternoon at home eating cheese and horrible olives (definitely NOT lecker schmecker!) and drinking wine on our balcony and had an early night.

Leafy hats on the hike!

Saturday we packed a lunch and took off on a hike.  The kids did so well and despite Amelia’s protests before leaving the house she got right into it and collected flowers along the way, and it only took us 1 ½ hours to reach our picnic spot.  We ran into some mucky spots though, squelching through mud and the stench of cow poo, something which we are quite used to now but poor Pete had trouble breathing and was forced to cover half her face with her fleece to avoid passing out!  After our picnic (away from bad smells) we wandered down to the Alm owned by a family who makes their own schnapps (we’d bought a litre before!) for a refreshing drink.  We ordered three Radlers (shandys) thinking we’d get a glass each but out came three gigantic 500ml bottles so then it was a trip to the loo.  ‘It’s round the corner’ said the nice lady, so off we went looking for a back door but the lady encouraged us up some stairs which looked like they led to some kind of little shed in the bushes.  And there it was.  An outdoor dunny the likes I’ve never seen let alone sat upon!  It overhung a pit.  The pit needs no further description.  One can use one’s own imagination!  The toilet seat was a plank of wood with a hole in it, and a splashback, and everything going down in full view of the user and anyone else happening by!  So, moving on……

The Alm......

....and the dunny!

In the afternoon I took Peta into the village of Sankt Johann for a ‘hot chocolate more like a liquid chocolate cake’ in 33 different flavours.  Strawberry and lychee (my favourite), orange and cinnamon, coffee, hazelnut etc.  And we wandered around, in and out of some of the fancy shops that I always gaze longingly into but can never actually go in with the two little grubs!  That night we went to the Stanglwirt for dinner.  A very posh place, never been before.  Couldn’t find parking at first and found ourselves in the hotel reception carpark with no spaces available because it was full of Porsches, Ferraris, BMW, Audi’s, Mercedes and the like, all run of the mill everyday Joe Bloggs type stuff.  So I parked outside the stables.  Plenty of room there for my little Peugeot!  The restaurant was lovely inside, typical Austrian style, dimly lit with candles.  There’s a big window inside which looks directly into the cow shed, so you can have a lovely view of the cows chewing and plopping all over the place and staring at you while you’re eating one of their friends, which I can imagine would be completely appetizing, but unfortunately this is only available in winter, as in summer they are out in the fields and pastures.  Pooh.  We missed out.  Would have been right up Peta’s alley, as a non-meat eater and all! Apparently it’s quite famous for its cow shed windows.  Can’t see the appeal myself.  Bit weird I think!  Another thing equally weird and probably not so famous is the ‘grilled chicken with curried banana and rice’ dish, the one Peta opted for.  Strangely it was very tasty, the banana more like some kind of potato!  I opted for the much more traditional roast pork, sauerkraut and bread dumpling, needless to say after which I was completely bloated!  The menu was pricier than expected so we skipped entrée and dessert and only indulged in a splash of wine (but actually ‘ I couldn’t possibly fit another thing in!’).  And instead enjoyed a much cheaper coffee in the village overlooking the square.

Pete was off back to Perth the next day. (No not another epic train journey, this time Maciek drove to the airport!)  A very quick fly in visit.  And no, she didn’t come all the way to Austria from Perth to see us for 3 days!  She was in London, and did a bit of a detour!  But very glad she was able to do that, even though looking back now it feels like a blink!  Thanks to Maciek doing a lot of babysitting we actually managed to spend lots of time alone to catch up on a year of gossip and silly quotes (“it doesn’t even smell like cheese”) and life ponderings (wooly ‘ats are brilliant aren’t they?)! Glad you were able to share a little bit of our journey with us, and we hope you enjoyed it too Peta, despite being suffocated by cow poo!  Until next time Stinky…….loves ya, and “say hi to your mum for me!!!”


P.S I nicked a couple of your pics Pete (I'm a bit whoo, i'm a bit whoaa, i'm a bit of a geezer in it?!)didn't have many myself??  Must've used your camera the whole time! 

The Old Dragon in the Magical Wood

Twins

Water play

 

I’m about one month behind on the blog.  Still writing about mum’s visit when she left mid June!  Maciek has taken the kids out to the park (pouring of rain but rain gear and wellies makes it all good!) so that I can have an hour to do a bit of catching up.

An overview of 1st stage!

Entering the Magical Wood

Picnic with a view

We took Mum (aka The Old Dragon, a name given to her by Maciek but don’t worry she likes it, she even signs herself off as The Old Dragon on emails and cards and stuff, and she is in Maciek’s contact list on his phone as Old Dragon too.  More like a term of endearment!), so we took Mum to Ellmi’s Zauberwelt, home of the Magical Wood.  We’ve written about this place before as we visited last September/October.  You get a train up but Maciek decided to ride his bike to get in some practice for the upcoming race, and what a shame when he actually arrived at the top sweating like crazy and huffing and puffing, as in my distraction with the kids all I managed to say was ‘Oh hi’ with no applause or excitement at his achievement!  Bit of a let down for him but that’s what you get for calling my mother an Old Dragon!  Ellmi’s is at the top of a mountain and has loads of play equipment plus water play for kids, the Magical Wood where you can hear the cackling of witches and whispering of wizards as you walk through.  Full of moss and winding paths leading up into the deep dark forest with intermittent sprinkling of water so it has a rainforest feel and it really does feel magical (and a bit creepy!).  We visited the Goblin’s treehouse this time which we didn’t get to before, had a picnic in the sun and made mum put her feet into the ice cold stream (poor mum!). 

Cooling down

Time for a drink

The day was very hot so a drink in the Alm at the end of the day made it all worthwhile!  That was the Saturday before she left.  So Sunday morning we allowed her to relax (for the first time in two weeks!) and pack and then we drove to Munich. Mum and Maciek enjoyed a Stein in the Hofbrauhaus and we walked through Marienplatz (the Glockenspiel was still out of action!) There was a huge festival on that day, not sure what it was all about but the city centre was full of beer stalls and demonstrations of traditional Bavarian handicrafts and such.  And there was even an Irish tent selling Guinness and a band on stage, can’t remember their name, but kilt-wearing Germans belting out Irish rock using bodhrans and tin whistles makes for good entertainment!  Then I tricked mum into scoffing down a big Bratwurst in a bun.  She thought we were all having one.  But no.  So then she had to eat it all on her own, how embarrassing!

Ready for descent



It was quite late when we got to the airport and as we needed to get the kids home to bed and ready for school next morning (it’s a two hour drive back) we said goodbye to Mum at the departure gates.  It was all a bit of a rush and in all the excitement we didn’t have time to be sad.  It only hit us a couple of days after when the empty spot on the couch and the free socket which gave life to her laptop 24/7 began to make their presence known!  Aww.  We miss you mum.  My ironing pile is nearly hitting the ceiling!  Only joking, that’s not why we miss you.  The floors are in need of a good mop!

Prost in Munich

Love ya, ye old dragon ye! X



Hiding from the goblins










Mum goes Wild at the Horn and Schupf!

Ice cream in Kitz

View from the top

On the gondola

Posing for a pic in Kitz

After Italy mum had one week left so we had every afternoon booked with something to do.  One afternoon we drove to a Wildlife park just passed Kitzbuhel with deer roaming around free, and a few other animals including some tiny baby goats!  Very cute!  Never sure what to wear as the weather kept changing during that week and even though it was sunny when we arrived the clouds quickly came in and brought the rain with them, and mum, ever worried about her hair, had no choice but to put on Amelia’s wooly cream hat with a pom pom on the top, which kept us laughing on our way around!  Very stylish mum!  Wooly ‘ats!  Brilliant!
The park is set in stunning scenery, as is everything here, you can’t really escape it, and being able to get so close to deer is amazing, although a little unnerving being not quite sure what they are capable of with those huge velvet antlers!  Amelia was so delighted to see a real life ‘Bambi’ (is that the actual Bambi? she asked!) and afterwards we sat in a gorgeous chalet decked out in really naff but pretty things, very kitsch Austrian style stuff like homecrafted stuffed hearts in pink and red polka dotted fabrics hanging from tree branches, big white candle lanterns on the window sills, and in contrast stuffed animals and various small animal skulls staring out from the walls!  May not sound it but it was lovely and cosy especially since the rain was really pelting outside and we enjoyed hot chocolates with our last 10 euro!
Another afternoon was spent wandering around Kitzbuhel and enjoying a coffee and delicious Erdbeereschnitte (strawberry cream slice) and wandering around buying more souvineers, lighting a candle in the church, and taking a ride up on the gondola to the top of the ‘Kitzbuhel Horn’ with breathtaking views (and breathtaking walking up and up for mum!) “You forget I’m in my 50’s!” says mum! (No I don’t, I think, I’m just cruel!)
We finished that day with an evening meal at the Grander Schupf where I have a pearler of a pic of mum coming down the slide to the loos, but if I included that in the post she’d have to change her identity, and then she’d kill me!  My friends had planned a girly evening out but I said I couldn’t make it as mum was here and it would be her second last night, so it was a nice surprise that they’d chosen the same restaurant as us and so I was able to have a quick drink and a catch up with them all afterall!  Not only that Maciek bumped into a couple of colleagues from his winter job as a Lederhosen wearing non-German speaking waiter in the hotel!  And so joined them for a schnapps and chat and surprisingly was able to converse in German much more than he could over the winter!  Apart from us and them there were only two other tables occupied!  Amazing who you run into at a quiet restaurant on the top of a mountain!

Where's Bambi?

Oh deer, that's a bit close

What a sweet old dear!

So the map says we keep following this path......

Nice hat mum!

Bit of a rest Nana?

Church in Kitz

Lovely mountain water

The town of St Johann from the top

Photos from Venice

On the road

Lunch stop

On the gondola

The Gondolero Guy

Venetian traffic jam

Grand Canal

St Marks Basilica

President's fanfare

Buried alive

Our cabin

Long lost family in Vicenza

Long Weekend in Venice = Long Post About Venice

We were lucky enough to have a long weekend during mum’s stay so we took the opportunity to re-visit Venice, since it’s only 4 hours away.  I was there for a day on Contiki when I was young and free just over 10 years ago!  Maciek was also there for a day but unfortunately didn’t see any of it as he was too hungover and stayed in bed!  That was when his name was Barry most of the time.  Mum’s never been, so she was super excited. 

We decided on the scenic route, which is more km’s but same amount of time to get there, as we had been told many Germans and Austrians travel to Italy for holidays and we didn’t want to risk getting caught in traffic on the autobahns.  The scenery was absolutely stunning.  Unfortunately we could only get pics through the window but the road took us up 1500 metres to cross the border into Italy, and it’s amazing the contrast in the state of the roads and appearance of the housing from one side of a short tunnel where we were in Austria, to the other side entering Italy.  Even the sun disappeared!  That was weird!  Poor mum was stuck in the back in between the kids with the seatbelt buckle digging into her butt for five hours!  This includes the stopping time for lunch.  Our vision was to pullover at a beautiful lake and have our picnic, but instead it was a quick park rest stop with no benches or toilets but plenty of smelly bins and a stench of dog poo some of which Noah trod in and subsequently crawled along the car seats spreading it around!  The joys of travelling with children!  Luckily, or ordinarily as any mum would, I had wet wipes, which did the trick!  Gross I know.  The trouble with rest stops along motorways in Europe is that they are like a box of chocolates, as in you never know what you’re going to get!  A few hundred metres further on was a lovely one with a café and nice toilets and picnic benches scattered amongst the trees.  Oh well.

We had a good run, no traffic, and it wasn’t even difficult finding the campsite.  We booked through a British company so were greeted by our host on arrival and shown to our mobile home, which was lovely but unfortunately smelt like sick!  I had visions of a group of stags there the week before us, out on the drink only to arrive home in the early hours of the morning and not make it to the loo on time!  As it turned out it was the fridge.  It was on it’s way out and apparently that’s what they smell like?  So we received a brand new one and the problem was quickly rectified.  The campsite was lovely.  A short walk to the beach (nice but we are certainly lucky in Australia for our beaches, as they are definitely not the reason you visit Europe!), a lovely pool area and two playgrounds, a restaurant, supermarket, and a delicious ice-cream stand.

On Friday we drove the short distance to the port to catch the ferry over to the island of Venice.  (I always thought ‘Venice’ was just that island, but it includes all the other islands and the mainland aswell.)  It takes about 40 minutes.  We got the Marco Polo one.  After buying the tickets I stupidly asked ‘so where’s the ferry?’ and mum replied ‘It’s Marco Polo, you’ve got to find it first!’ (onya mum!)

We were greeted by hoardes of tourists and buildings that should have fallen down by now and it’s hard to describe but it has such a unique beauty that you need to see it for yourself to really appreciate what it is.  The first thing mum did straight off the boat was to buy a big floppy hat and in her white linen pants and apricot chiffon blouse and big sunnies she looked just like a rich American aristocrat!  I thought she looked lovely, but she reckons she’s never wearing that hat again.  We wandered, and came to St Marks square.  Unbeknownst to us the president was visiting that day so there was a huge area cordoned off in the square with security guards and men marching in traditional military uniforms and whatnot, which made it a slow process getting through (follow that tour guide holding the purple umbrella!) and not so pleasant for the Americans trying to squeeze through the crowds shouting ‘Excuse me, Excuse me’ as if everyone in Italy needed to know about it, with their huge suitcases going against traffic, aiming for the ferries back to the mainland.  Difficult to get a good view and pics of St Marks Basilica and the tower but we managed to get it later once the President had returned to his mansion!  Once we managed to shuffle through it we hit the tiny winding alleyways, canals, and connecting ornate bridges which is what Venice is made of. 

We were lucky with the weather; bit of rain; bit of sun; not too cold and not too hot.  Just right!  In one of the sunny spells we took a ride on a gondola (the boat kind not the ones that take you up the mountain!) starting at the Rialto Bridge.  Absolute rip off at 80Euro for 40 minutes but it was one of those things you have to do when you’re in Venice and that’s exactly why it is such a rip off.  But it was pleasant and gave us a break from walking.  Just before it finished the Gondolero Guy tempted us with a further 10 minute tour covering this and that for an extra 40euro!  Whhaaatt!!  But mum was sucked in and it was her treat anyway!  (you’re SUCH a tourist mum!) It was a lovely ride and we got to see the ACTUAL president speed past us with his entourage in his speed boat on the Grand Canal, causing great waves that nearly had us submerged!  And did you know, the gondola is meant to tip to the right?  When you get in the Gondolero Guy tells everyone where to sit to keep the balance.  But as we took off the boat was tipped so far to the right that Maciek and I went to get up and swap seats only to be told off!  It’s meant to be like that, apparently.

We walked all day.  The kids were brilliant.  Noah slept in the backpack for about two hours in the afternoon and Milly was happy as long as she got what she wanted!  A mask, three ice-creams, a broach, a handbag and God knows what else, I can’t remember, but anything to keep the peace!  We found a lovely place to eat lunch just off the Grand Canal (and thanks to Nana we discovered how to keep the peace at meal times when eating out, separate the little toe-rags!  Why didn’t we think of that?)  It was a nice change listening to the poetry of the Italian language after being surrounded by German for so long, and also nice to hear lots of English and Australian too! (Yeah-Nah!)
By the time we were ready for a coffee in the afternoon we were near the square again and although we’d been told to expect to pay 5euro for a coffee we still sat down on an outside table of a café smack in the middle of the square with a full view of St Marks Basilica, looked at the menu, noticed that a cappuccino was 8.20 and a piece of cake was 10.50, pulled a face, took a quick photo, and got up and walked away!  The waiter in his white tux didn’t appear too happy!

The island began with the first buildings in the 600’s and was declared a city in 1100 and something.  The population of the islands (there are a few apart from the main famous one that everyone knows about) is about 55,000 but no-one lives on the main island itself (or not many anyway according to the Gondolero Guy) they commute to it for work.  Not sure though as I saw lots of old toothless ladies leaning out of little windows taking in the sights and sounds of the day and many lines of clothing stretching from one window to another drying in the sun!  Can’t remember anymore facts and figures because I have a mummy-mush brain.  You’ll have to google it!  BTW - Gondolero-guy….I made that up.

We didn’t even cover an 8th of the island.  It’s a mass of tiny alleyways and canalways and so easy to get lost.  I would love to stay for a few days and really explore all of it.  We ended up staying until the 6pm ferry (the last one is 7pm) back to the mainland.  At first we couldn’t find it.  Turned out mum was right about the Marco Polo thing!  We eventually found a sailorish looking guy to ask and he told us which jetty it left from.  So back to the campsite for a big rest, kiddlies in bed, and a few glasses of wine! 

The next day we spent resting, swimming, eating ice-cream and Maciek got some kite flying practice in on the beach ready for kite surfing when we go back to Perth.  On our travel home we stopped in Vicenza where we caught up with Amber and her husband and little boy.  I haven’t seen Amber since I was five and she is a cousin of the once-twice-three times removed kind!  Not sure which!  It was such a lovely relaxing afternoon at a restaurant with a fantastic views over the city of Vicenza, and what was meant to be a one hour quick stop for coffee turned into 3 hours with wine and delicious steak (haven’t had that for a while, we’re starting to look like turkey schnitzels!).  It was lovely to finally meet up with Amber after so long, in Italy of all places!  We were almost tempted to ditch work the next day and stay overnight.  But no.  We took the normal route home and hit traffic at the Austrian border.  Not a bad place to be stuck in traffic though, amazing views!  But traffic is traffic and we were all tired and by this time mum had a permanent dent in her butt cheek!  Finally made it home for 10pm (we left the campsite at 10am).  Awesome weekend.  Very tired by the end.

Bit of dig at mum time.  We arrived at the campsite on the Thursday afternoon.  On Saturday afternoon we paid for internet access for two hours, so we’d had no internet for two days.  We logged on and found we had 6 new emails.  Mum logged on and – wait for it – one hundred and seventy five new emails!!  Whhaaatttt!!!  I’m telling you this mum because I love you and I care about you – YOU ARE ADDICTED TO FACEBOOK!  There is a new group called FBA (FaceBookers Anonymous).  I’ve signed you up.  You’ll probably get an email about it……