When I decided to Germany, I researched what were the most breathtaking places to visit, and there were plenty just in Bavaria, so it was quite hard to choose…
but since I only had a couple of days, to make it logistically possible, I first went to Schwangau, the story of which I will tell later, and after that, I went to the place with the unpronounceable name Garmisch-Partenkirchen, which, as it turned out, was an Olympic village for skiing competitions in Winter Olympic Games 1972.
Arriving there by train, I was quite literally glued to the window… the Alps mountains looked majestically beautiful.
Let’s Take A walk
I got off the train around midday and thought to myself “wouldn’t it be a great idea to walk to the hotel? Such a beautiful day!” I checked how long it would take me, and google maps said that it was only 30 minutes away, so off we go.
The city itself was very cute, you just want to take pictures on every corner. It was like a fairy-tale place, every house had decorations and flowers on the windows, beautiful lawns and wooden figurines in the yard.
After 20 minutes of my walk, I arrived at the bottom of quite a steep hill. Maybe 45 degrees or so, because when I let go of my luggage it would roll down without hesitation. The map was telling me that it is only 500 metres left, which was like nothing, right? So I started to make my way up the hill… and boy it was a hard one.
Arrived all sweaty and tired like after a hard cardio workout, but man, what a view!
The reception was closed because apparently Monday was their day off. It took me a bit of time to figure out where to find the key to my room because they left me a message in Arabic (my name does truly sounds Arabic, right?), but I finally figured it out.
I tried to catch my breath, changed my clothes and went out roaming around alpine fields, farms, mountains, and horses… recharging my lungs with fresh air.
I was planning to go visit another beautiful location in this place – a gorge called Partnachclamm, but when I arrived at the Olympic Stadium (which is the bus stop for this location), I took the wrong turn. I don’t regret though, because it was fantastic to get lost in those fields. Also saw the cows that look like those from Milka ads, so cute!
Two hours later I went back to the village, had a wonderful Bavarian meal, and went back up the hill through the park, which made it easier this time. This park is called the trail of philosophers and has a bunch of benches with philosophic quotes, you can sit on and enjoy the view of Zugspitze thinking about the meaning of life… or whatever else you prefer.
I was very happy that I chose this hotel because it was cheap and it had such a perfect view. I was capable to capture these two images while comfortably sitting on my balcony. The first one is of the sunset that didn’t disappoint with colours and clouds.
When I was in the process of capturing this view, there was a bunch of teenagers who arrived at the downstairs area of the hotel which they perhaps perform every Monday since they know that the management is off. They were blasting some Joe Dassin and Gainsbourg’s songs, which I find to be a strange choice for teenagers, but better than gangsta songs.
This second image is of the sunrise… with much less amount of clouds and a bit hazy, but still beautiful. Had to wake up before 5 am to have a look at what’s available on the sunset menu, because sunrises are so early in Europe at the beginning of July.
Love the alpenglow in this photo… the first time I see it red, last time it was golden in Iceland.
I loooovvveed this wonderful place so much, really hope I can go back there one day.
Have a beautiful day, friends!