Days 39 to 41 - Oh Oh Oberammergau!

 Saturday was treated as a rest day. We had basically done all we could in Munich without starting to repeat ourselves. There are things I would like to go back to Munich for that I missed this trip, such as the Deutscher Museum - the equivalent of our British Museum.

On Sunday we headed south towards them thar hills, and the drive was superb. The countryside below the Alps is lush, rolling and constantly appealing, with beautiful Alpine style houses in pretty little villages (we deliberately took a route that bypassed the motorways). 

And then we started going uphill, and through deep wooded valleys with towering peaks way above us. Lovely! Oberammergau is a small town deep into one of these valleys, and is famous for enacting the famous Passion Play every ten years. Covid cancelled the 2020 performance which has now been rescheduled for 2022, and there is a special concert hall used only for this purpose.

In the meantime, Oberammergau, has a few ski runs, so gets trade all year round. The town's speciality seems to be woodworking and carving, but only of a very deeply religious style which reflects the very strong Catholic influence in the area. Lots of the buildings have hand painted murals, some religious and some of a Hansel and Gretel/Little Red Riding Hood style.







We have 5 nights here and much to see, including Lindenhof. This is one of Ludwig's famous romantic castles, not as well known as Neuschwanstein but considered its equal. It is only a forty minute bike ride away. 

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