Drive to Dresden and Goodbye Hans Bubi

Trip Start Mar 22, 2010
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Trip End Jun 10, 2010


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Flag of Germany  , Saxony,
Monday, June 7, 2010

Wow. Our last day in Hans Bubi. Another beautiful summers day. With everything cleaned up yesterday, this morning was fairly straight forward. We paid up and programmed Helga and made our way out at around 10 o’clock with loads of time to make the 3 hour drive to Dresden. Or so we thought.

The trip out of Prague was fairly straight forward, up an escarpment and past the airport out into the countryside. Beautiful rolling green hills. Until about an hour in, we hit the mother of all roadworks. The Czech’s don’t just put up a lollypop man and close a lane. They close 20kms of highway and don’t put detour signs up for shits and giggles. What do we do. Turn to Helga of course…….the evil bitch. Helga plotted a course and we started off. 5 minutes later we are driving through an abandoned saw mill, passing some guy who looked like he lived off road kill, who gave us a WTF look. I think we had a WTF look on our faces ourselves. This certainly doesn’t look like a road let alone a road to Germany. So we backtracked until we made it back to civilisation and waited for a car that hopefully was also looking for the ‘detour’. It didn’t take long. Helga meanwhile was having a spack. I think we were taking away her evil GPS fun. The ‘detour’ meandered through the countryside, crossing the road works a few times until we made it back to highways and some semblance of the real world. Finally making to Most and along the valley roads to Teplice. Our final stretch out of Czech Republic was through Cinovec. The mountains and evergreen forests were beautiful, at least more beautiful than the prostitutes hanging from just about every window as we drove through the town and women in thigh-high boots and g-strings standing by the roadside, yelling out their advertising, none of which we could understand. Apparently it’s a popular place with the Germans to come for some ‘cheap’ Czech thrills.  Anyway, Hans Bubi climbed over the mountain pass and into Germany and a ski resort of Altenberg, where we turned off and headed for the valley roads to take us to the autobahn and the last hour’s drive into Dresden. It was getting on to 2pm now and we received a call from Ziggy wondering when we would be getting in.

Driving back into Dresden was like coming home. The streets and town looking and feeling familiar. We stopped off to fill up Hans Bubi and headed for a nice hotel for the night, deciding on Hotel Martha Hospiz, namely because it was close to the train station and Ziggy‘s place. We booked in and got our stuff. We really did have too much stuff, so we decided to try and off load a bunch of it at the post office around the corner from Ziggy’s garage.

OK, it was about 4pm by now and time to take Hans Bubi back. Ziggy had gone home for the day, but we managed to contact him and he was on his way down. We had a last few minutes alone. Rach had a bit of a cry as we said our farewells. It had had its own character, and just to mess with us, the plastic electric plig cover on the side of the van that had broken on the first evening and was held in place all this way with some silver duct tape, had come off on the last day. The sink had failed in the last 2 days when the plastic drain pipe perished (Ziggy said he had never used the sink. …).  Ziggy went over the van and was generally pleased to find it was all in one piece (except for the tail light we left in Italy and was now multicoloured plastic and duct tape). Ziggy asked us what we were doing for the evening. When we said not much he invited us around to his place for a BBQ. Sounded like a lovely way to finish our stay. SO we got some last photos with Hans Bubi and said our goodbyes before lugging our excess baggage to the post office to post home. The lady we got was very helpful and we ended up having 3 boxes very well bound together (the 3 litre stein was a bit difficult to fit) and made our way back to the hotel room for a shower before walking to Ziggy and Anne’s house. When we got back to the hotel and organised our stuff for airport travel, we realised we still had about 10kg of stuff that needed to go. Plan……take it to the post office ready for when it opens at 9am. Plenty of time to get back to the hotel and down to the train station for the 10.15 train to Frankfurt.

We walked to Ziggy’s place around 7.30pm, stopped to get some beers and nibbles and arrived to meet Ziggy and Anne in the courtyard out the front of their apartment block whit their children, Clara and Oscar, their neighbours and some friends from Hawaii who were also dropping off their van. They also owned a van rental business in Hawaii, so there was a bit of shop talk going on, but they were all nice people, and we got to tell some of our stories and listen to some as well. Rach thought Clara was delightful. The evening seemed to last forever, with the twilight lingering and finally giving way to night at nearly 11pm. Ziggy’s neighbour, also gave us a demonstration of his artistic abilities and took us through some of his portfolios. He had given up his job as an architect to become an artist selling his works on the tourist strip in Dresden, and said he made more money now from his art than he ever did from architecture. Good for him.

Eventually we called it a night and made it back to the hotel on the stroke of midnight. We showered and then alarms were set and reset. And checked again. Never the best nights sleep when there is expectation upon waking.
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