I had been worrying all weekend about the
car. I'd had a bit of a brain fart, and though I had known and even put it in my notes
to contact the car lease company 4 business days before the due drop off date, as what was outlined repeatedly in the lease agreement, and that was all meant to happen when we were in Garmish, I’d somehow thought that it instead was when I was in
Salzburg and it didn’t click until 6PM last Friday that this was all wrong. Which of course was after business hours and too late to do anything about until 9:00AM Monday
morning. Today. Now.
So I tried calling, and couldn’t get
through.
And tried again, and still couldn’t.
And again, and again, for about 40 minutes,
and now I was getting quite concerned.
What would happen if I couldn’t drop the car off? I was meant to give 4 days’ notice. They’d said so over and over on all the
instructions supplied.
With no luck getting through, I tried
ringing the Barcelona office and got through straight away. I explained my problem, and he said no
problems, but you know you are meant to give 4 days’ notice? Yes, yes sorry :–( I thanked him all grateful, then Michelle
said, I think he thought you wanted to drop the car off in Barcelona? But I said Munich!?! Sure enough, ringing back he thought I was
dropping off in Barcelona. Problem not
solved. I tried Munich again. Tried their head office and tried the
supplied mobile number. I even tried
their Skype ID. No luck. I called the Australian broker, and they said
it shouldn’t be a drama, and they would try on my behalf, and to just assume it
would all be good and to drop the car off. So much worry over a stupid mistake.
So continuing our Sound of Music
experience, we drove out to Mondsee to visit the church used in the movie. Warning. Don’t look too closely at the altar
piece. There are a number of skeletons
from previous bishops just sitting in there.
Lovely.
I finally heard back about the car, and
it was all good. Huge relief. I could drop it off tomorrow no dramas. They even apologised that I couldn’t get
through to them.
So for lunch, I finally had a wiener
schnitzel, and it was good. I can fully
understand how Christopher Plummer fell in love with them (If that story is
true. Like I’ve said more than once, you
should never believe what tour guides tell you.)
For the afternoon, we drove out to Berchtesgaden, where the Untersberg is, as well as the salt mines which gave
Salzburg its name and prosperity. But as
we arrived, thunderstorms rolled in, so much of the beautiful scenery was hidden from
view. We did manage a walk through the
township between the rain and showers. A
beautiful town of colourful buildings, murals and water fountain statues
ranging from the classic to the bizarre.
We finished up with coffee and cake in a little café / sports bar. The owner got a bit upset when we got up to pay the bill without asking for the bill first. Always ask for the bill at the table in Bavaria!
In the evening I went for one last walk
around the town, revisiting the Mirabell gardens, the gnome garden and hedge
maze. Salzburg has been a gem, one of
the loveliest places on the holiday so far.
A few, not many photos here on flickr.
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