We had a few challenges getting to this neighbouring village of 2,500 people.

It looked relatively straight forward. But sadly, my German wasn’t up to understanding the signs which I now know were telling us we had to detour because of this.

Not to be thwarted, I parked the car and we set off on foot. This next photo is of a major/priority road – the 299 – the one we wanted to drive on.

We found the supermarket and bought some supplies, because with tomorrow being Sunday all shops will be shut. This traditional cafe made for a good photo on our way. I love the sunshine in this shot. Almost like a ‘sign’.

I was keen to see the (former) monastery, but Mick didn’t share my goal.

So, I left him at a Gasthaus in the town square where he had a beer, and I set off.

I took the hard way up, but luckily I found an easier way back. My legs were burning by the time I got to the top.

The Kastl Abbey has a long interesting history dating back to 1103, when it was used to shelter Benedictine monks.

It is beautifully maintained and houses some pretty terrifying relics. One too terrible to include as photos here of Louis IV’s 18 month old daughter’s mummified body.

Tomorrow we are planning on going to a festival in Sulzbürg (not the one in Austria), but a small village of less than 200 where the locals are holding a three-day festival called the Kirchweih. More about that tradition next post. But suffice it to say it will involve beer drinking in the Biergarten.