I didn't care. Namely, we found a clearing of true wild blueberries and attacked them. The sun shone through the pine trees, it smelled of moss and needles, it was peaceful and quiet. Both of us have slaw, slaw, and blueberry slaw. And although we came to the meeting with the pleasant director of the local mountain railway with purple around the mouth, as I say, I didn't care for a while. There is no such thing as real German wild blueberries.
However, we started the day after American. After our Fiat died ingloriously on the four-lane highway yesterday, this morning we picked up the car in front of the hotel Ford. Yeah, we still haven't gotten there German car. If tomorrow this one also "cracks", we might just succeed.
Back to the blueberries. And the railways.
So we were far away somewhere in Thuringian Forest, somewhere where at first glance you would say that no one goes, but to our great surprise we discovered that on to an idyllic mountain train per day sits more than 1000 people.
Up and down, and a little around, traditional for lunch Bratwurst and, of course, must be local a little beer.
Our program is... German. Accurate to the minute and unyielding. Well, it suits us. You just need to get used to it he drinks coffee when it is time for coffee. To get on the train when you get on the train. And that even a 10-minute delay can be fatal for the implementation of the entire set program. Germany. I certainly wouldn't defend an iota of their accuracy.
Sunset we arrived at magical fairies. Next to mighty trees, tree houses and tiny gnomes.
Pleasantly lost somewhere in to Thuringia. With the pleasant taste of good food and friendly friends who welcome and host us at every step. "Ah, you two are bloggers from Slovenia! Welcome!” And we returned with our broken German, which probably sounds similar to how a Swede speaks Slovenian: "Good day. Very nice to meet you. Hungry. He drank and ate. Lets go."
Read the other parts of the travelogue:
#1 Toy road / #2 Toy road / #3 Toy road / #4 Toy road
Continues tomorrow!
