It is so "Green"
Trip Start Mar 29, 2006
232Trip End Feb 28, 2007
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Another unsuccessful attempt to find transport to Vienna and back via Saltzburg. No coaches anyway. We could rail it but not sure we would see too much on the way. Emails from L to confirm her arrival. I updated our accounts but was unable to do the tax returns for the year. We had the wrong forms. I sent an urgent message home to acquire the correct ones and to give to L.
After lunch we drove down the Konstance road to seek out the island of Mainau which we mistakenly thought to be a drive in, drive out island medieval village. We were so wrong. It was an island garden. Joined to the mainland by a pedestrian causeway the acres of formal gardens were the pride of the region and somewhat like the Botanic Gardens at Mt Tomah & nbsp; on the Bells Line of Road or any of the stately homes we had got to know and love in the UK.
Anyway, as we approached the entrance we were turned away by a man with a cap and a badge who directed us towards a car park where we were syphoned through a boom gate and trapped unless we paid 4 Euros for a token to exit. We walked back to the entry only to discover that it cost 12 Euros each to go in to the gardens. I was thinking, "This is crazy. 28 Euros to see some flowers and trees. That's $AUD46!" [We had long given up comparing currencies but this one kinda stood out. If we converted every thing we spent into dollars we would have gone nowhere because the exchange rates, as I have mentioned before, bear no relation to the actual cost of goods and services in each country. Even the Euro can buy more or less depending whether one is in Germany, say, or Switzerland.]
It makes one really appreciate one's parks in Sydney. [Talking about parks, we had noticed that there was a distinct shortage of public space within the European cities and towns we visited. There was always a main square with outdoor seating and eating...at a price...but very little open space to sit or stroll in to look at the gardens, rest one's legs or play.] We decided to come back another day. A notice of fees informed us that after 4pm it was half price. I persuaded the cashier to sell me a token for one Euro as with a tear in my eye I pleaded poverty. [I am grateful for the illustrious teachings of my Guru back home in Mussel Cove for this insight into meanness.]
On the way home we stopped at Iznang to buy some strawberries from a stall at the side of the road and took a walk down to the Strand Bad to look at the lake and beach.
In the evening we watched the two lady's semi finals from the US Open on TV. The German commentary was scintillating! There was all of two minutes of cricket on the sports news. Anne was ropeable...whatever that actually means!