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Thursday, May 21st, 2009

by Rach 
Rothenburg ob der Tauber

“Something’s burning”
Yes, we were cooking rice porridge for breakfast. But in doing so we were also singeing the edge of the custom-fit-into-our-kitchen-bench chopping board. Small consolation that we were obviously not the first to have done so. Or that Rob had known that could happen and had given insistent instructions the other day to remove the board before igniting the gas. Not an auspicious start to the day.

We knew we weren’t going to make it to Oberammergau today, even though that had been the plan. Not after yesterday’s adventure; today we had a little ding to attend to, so we did not expect to leave Rothenburg at all.

However, the Fiat workshop (how fortuitous that there should be one right here in this small town) was both unwilling and unable to look at a repair job (not so fortunate). But the guy was very helpful and sent us off to Ansbach, 30km away, to a workshop where they *might* give us some attention.

INSERT DETAILS HERE WHEN THE MEN RETURN
(they have a story, but will tell another day!)

Before heading off, a better parking spot became free and so Rob decided to do a quick wriggle manoeuvre of the Bear Cave into it. Not going far, we didn’t perform our usual pre-take-off checklist (cupboards latched, olive oil lying down, sink bench shut, fridge locked, toilet seat down, toilet paper in cupboard, drinking water container in bathroom, roof vents closed, windows in position, car seat belted in, electronics bag on seat, bikes strapped down, correct number of people in each vehicle, shoe box by door, door locked…..) and so…..the computer, which had been charging up on the alcove bed came crashing down, firstly onto Jgirl14’s head, secondly onto the table and finally all the way to the floor. Now there was a hole in the table as well as The Other Van! Quick repair jobs (to head and table) ensued, and then the broken van with men inside was off in search of hopefully-similar-success, leaving us with money to pay for parking if they didn’t return and some groceries.

In the supermarket we got carried away, thinking we were being helpful purchasing provisions for the next few days so that we wouldn’t need to return there before Oberammergau. As we packed tins and jars and vegetables and bread into our reusable cloth shopping bags and wicker basket, someone commented on how we had *only just* had enough money and how good it was to get rid of about thirty coins. Someone else innocently enquired, “Do you still have enough money for the parking?”
The parking? What parking? How could I have forgotten?
No, as a matter of fact, there is not enough. If the parking warden comes by we’ll have to pay in pasta, pickles and pumpernickel.

Ah well, something else to add to the inauspicious list.

Then Mboy6 became far too closely acquainted with stinging nettles. It’s quite likely you heard his cries from wherever you are in the world. This photo is just as he is realising that he is hurting:

 

A bit later Tgirl5 fell on the concrete and left a trail of blood from her knee all the way back to the Bear Cave, along with a good smear over her otherwise clean skirt. It’s OK. I wanted to do more handwashing today.

I wish I could say “Finally”, but that’s the wrong start for this sentence….our fastidious timekeeper learnt tonight that just because a box says “cook for three minutes on each side” (actually he did well to translate that, I thought!), you don’t set your alarm and sit down to wait the time out. Sometimes two and a half minutes will be plenty. And in true form for today, two and a half minutes would have been more than enough tonight!

It was one of those days. Oh yes, somewhere in there, when Jboy13 was burning the dinner, Rob was investigating an apparent leak from the water tank too. And just to top things off, it’s my Dad’s birthday and we cannot connect to the internet to send him geburtstag greetings!

So after (a late) dinner, we decided to finish the day pleasantly with a little walk through the town. We just needed to put new parking tickets in the windscreen and we could be off. But did we have the right change? No!! We would have to go to the supermarket first to get change…..and so our little walk got later and later….especially as Grandpa’s purchase turned out to be kaputt and so had to be returned to the store….honestly, you wouldn’t read about it!!
But it did turn out to be one of the best walks we have done. We climbed up the ancient stairs into the tower and walked around the city wall, right up where once upon a time soldiers would have patrolled, the children’s imaginations ran wild….and we wandered back from the Market Square down the main street feeling like Little Red Riding Hood or Hansel and Gretel might pop out of one of the little lanes or poke their heads out a window and water the flowers in their windowboxes.
Rothenburg ob der Tauber turned our day into a fairy tale.

Time on the road: 1 1/2 hours (but only The Men)
Distance covered: 60km

Grandpa lives to tell the tale

Wednesday, May 20th, 2009

by Rach, who thought it rude to offer to drive after today’s events
Stellplatz at Rothenburg ob der Tauber

Every train trip we have taken has presented us with different scenery, a different story. Could every road day do likewise? The scenery started out a repeat of snippets of various countries west of Mongolia…..evergreen forests, vibrant flowering yellow fields, windmills, orange-roofed villages in the distance. But there was difference too – the brown billboards town marking signs with points of interest painted on them, the castles appearing on hilltops, the *whoosh* made by cars faster than us zooming past at speeds deemed too dangerous to contemplate in New Zealand, the car we passed (yes, we passed a car on the autobahn! And went on to pass a few trucks too),  the children complaining that there was nothing interesting to look at out the window because they actually wanted their noses stuck in card games and Sudokus, the obviously ill rabbits that didn’t run away at our lunchstop, getting off the autobahn and weaving through narrow-streeted villages with houses so close to the road you could pick flowers out of windowboxes from the van, the crying Youngest Child (oh no, that was the same as yesterday – although today she only lasted five minutes before dropping off to sleep), and the Grandpa taking out a road sign. But that’s his story to tell, not mine. I just happened to look in the wing mirror as Rob yelled into the walkie talkie, “Are you OK?” and panicked to see “The Other Van” half on the grass verge swaying about searching for road. Rob had seen the demolishing of the road sign just before that and was splitting his gaze between the road in front and the drama unfolding behind. Thankfully a parking lot appeared almost immediately and we pulled over to assess the damage. That was the pivotal point of difference for today and we hope not to repeat that story again another day! If you want to *see* what happened, take a look HERE.

Time on the road: 4 1/2 hours
Distance travelled: 274km by car, plus a looking-for-mechanic expedition on bikes

let the road trip begin

Tuesday, May 19th, 2009
by Rach, who has not reached vehicle-driving status yet  Rasthof near Leipzig, Germany Away by lunchtime? Hopeful, but unrealistic. Rob had to do a change-trains-three-times-trip to the insurance company to pick up our “Green Cards” – not the sort that let you ... [Continue reading this entry]

new wheels

Monday, May 18th, 2009
by Rach, who thought she might go to church this morning, but ended up at the flea market Berlin, Germany Driving big vehicles in little towns is a challenge we are expecting to face, but will avoid whenever possible. And so ... [Continue reading this entry]

Katja’s Potato Soup

Sunday, May 17th, 2009
by Rachael, who will have made this again within a week Berlin, Germany Tomorrow our hosts will cook for us, and we’ll like it so much we’ll record the recipe with a view to making it again and again and again…..even ... [Continue reading this entry]