Fuhn Fuhn Fuhn on the Autobahn

Time to sprint north and what better way than on the impressive autobahn network in Germany. Of course there was a little matter of the alps to consider.

Stop off at Trento northern Italy

Small city on a Sunday.
Dead!
Nothing, bubcas, zip, zero..

I lie, there were some local youths doing their best break dance moves in the shade of the main square. No food, no pubs, back to the freeway.

On to Austria

So you are crossing the border are you?
Do you have papers?
Are you a terrorist?

After answering these questions, avoiding the strip search, our friendly plain clothed Nazi storm trooper waved us on.... We never did find out why they caused a 10 km road jam on the freeway, just to pull aside tourists in rental cars.... But the press was turning up as we left. Lucky Dim let me do the sweet talking.

Our trip through Austria was breif, by passing Innsbruck and on to Germany (by the way Austria was very beautiful and mountainous.... and I mean big big mountains, and cute little villages).

On to Germany

Finally! The autobahn and a chance to find out what the Megane can do. I was happy doing the ton, but Dim the little lead foot pushed it up to 173km/hr. Any faster than that and the door panels may have ripped off... Well I lie.. it seemed as though the little Megane was quite happy to go faster, but the drivers were not. Travelling at that speed we made no impression on the local Beamers. All of them flew past at well over 200 clicks.

Regensburg

ODO reading: 3330.2km. Gotta love the autobahn!

Well you might say, wasn't he an American president? Fortunately Regensburg has nothing to do with dead American presidents, but it is a quaint little medievil city, with an impressive medievil bridge built in the 12th century and a surpising number of beer halls and bars... who am i kidding we are in Germany, of course there will be beer halls!

We managed to catch a little of the world cup. All the Germans were baracking for the Dutch, but they did meet their demise. Yay for Portugal. Then a storm hit. In the twilight, with the wind picking up and the clouds closing in. lightning flashing. Clouds turning deep dark purple as they are lit from within. The lightning taking its time to wander the large thunderheads.

Quite a sight when viewed among the many gothic steeples that still stand in Regensburg. Aparently it was one of the few towns in Germany to be overlooked by the bombing offensive. All of its history still remains standing. Well back to the hotel, running from the weather and time to try some local beer. Dim found a can of lemon flavoured Becks!? and I indulged in the German wheat beer. Less that can be said about the German satelight TV the better. It is amazing what passes the censors here.