Tag: Travel

And lo did Your Humble Narrator arrive with his squire, Mark C. unto the hostelry known as the House Of So-Called Friend Jay K. and his Wyffe, the lovely Mo (who is most surely a Witch).

And these fiends did ply Our Weary Travelers with much drinke, most especially the liqueuere called Morangie for Your Humble Narrator, and for his squire a hogshead of ale brewed locally.

There was Feasting and Merriment unto an hour so late that the cocks had long since crowed and gone back in for their Cockly Breakfast, of what I know not.

And there was no Bloggynge script inscribed, for which Your Humble Narrator begs fulsome pardonne.

With heads verily sore, and throats as the desert, did Our Weary Travelers resume their journey south, more or lesse, towards the city close to the mountains, in which it is said there lurk many dragons who would steal most foully Your Humble Narrator’s trusty Sword.

Yup, Boomershoot’s over, report to follow. In the meantime, three days on the road.  Blog posts may be sparse…

Arriving in Ye Olde Inne Boxxe:

Amsterdam would be Choice Nommer Een, and Madrid Numero Dos.  Nothing against the Spaniardists, but both New Wife and I love Amsterdam.

In a heartbeat, baby.

I normally look at these travel articles with a jaundiced eye, as most are just crap.  But here’s one I’ll get behind, in spades:

One lake, four countries: Lake Constance is the perfect way to sample the delights of Germany, Austria, Switzerland and Liechtenstein

…and indeed it is.  We stayed in Konstanz (at the Hoel Petershof), caught the ferry over to Meersburg, and later drove along the Bodensee’s southern shore to get to Bregenz. We loved it so much that we went back to Meersburg on a later trip, and stayed here:

Here was the view:

…which you may remember as the header for someone else’s blog.

As for the streets:

Yes, that’s the family grunting its way up the steep street from the lake shore.

Come to think of it, I’d love to do a week-long  tour of the Lake Constance shoreline, staying in Meersburg, Konstanz and Bregenz along the way.  In one of these:

Just do it in spring or summer, because it gets pretty damn cold around the Bodensee*  when the sun doesn’t shine.

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*by the way, the Germans don’t call it a “sea” (as the idiot writer of the article claims).  The German word “see” (pronounced zay ) means “lake”.