Bad Füssing

Germany

“I was thinking, how did ‘a sleepy country of poets and dreamers,’ and the most highly educated nation the earth had ever seen, how did it yield to such a wild, such fantastic disgrace? What made its people, men and women, consent to have their souls raped.”

Martin Amis

Porridge for breakfast and we are off.

A long drive today. A single night in our favourite German retirement village, Bad Füssing, before onto Czech.

Road works and traffic jams plague the drive. I dig deep and drive through lunch.

Das Royal is our regular place to stay in the Füss. Cool apartments with everything you need.

BachLiesl for dinner. Highly regarded by the dominant demographic, so Shell books ahead.

I am concerned about the impact of so much wine on my health and order a nutritional beer. The body is a temple and self care imperative.

Bad Füssing is a retirement village that has become a town – or a town that has become a retirement village. This makes it perfect. Food places open early and close early; it is quiet, slow, and I feel so young. All the women have short hair, and all the men have breasts; everyone wears shorts, polos, and Birkenstocks – the place is asexual.

I order the pork knuckle with Eisbein in Biersoße mit Knödeln und Sauerkraut, and Shell goes for the Zitrone gegarte Forelle mit Salzkartoffeln and ate it without taking a photo…

Another beer before tracking down some gelato for dessert.

A long day. I am in bed by 7.00 pm, probably the last person asleep in Bad Füssing.

“When I was younger, I could remember anything, whether it had happened or not; but my faculties are decaying now and soon I shall be so I cannot remember any but the things that never happened. It is sad to go to pieces like this but we all have to do it.”

Mark Twain