Possenhofen - Vilshofen

When we went down for breakfast in the morning there were lots of people in a room who looked like they might be going walking or climbing. A lot of them must have arrived in the morning but some of them had stayed the night before.

After breakfast, once we had packed up, cleaned up and paid up, we got on the road.

Before I finish with Possenhofen though, I want to note that I have enormous regrets that we never took any photos at Possenhofen - unfortunately it was pretty much too dark when we were walking through from the station to the youth hostel (and on the way we were always hurrying to get the train). But I have memories (which have probably been embellished in my mind's eye of course) of the trees covered in lacy snow, unlike anything we saw elsewhere on our trip to Germany. It was quite beautiful. We do have one photo on our phone, but the quality is not great, and we also don't have a way to get the photo from the phone to the computer...

But back to the trip: All went fine until one of the freeways we had planned to take turned out not to be finished yet! However, we successfully negotiated our way through the outskirts of Munich and got onto the right road to get to Vilshofen.

Vilshofen is a small town on the Donau (Danube), in Eastern Bavaria, near the Austrian border. When we were in Germany the previous time, with a group of school students, the students were billeted out to families in Vilshofen, and we became friendly with the German teacher in charge of the stay - Winfried, and his wife Ursula. We had arranged to stay with them this time.

Landshut, where we stopped last time on our way to Vilshofen, was about halfway from Munich, but we reached it by 11am, and considering we were meeting Winfried at the Vilshofen Airfield at 3:30pm, we decided to fill in time in Landshut. However it was freezing cold, and Landshut seemed to have as much charm as Warrimoo (a place in the Blue Mountains, near Sydney, which one of our friends has described as "the armpit of the Universe". It seemed we had found the other armpit in Landshut...)

Tim was just lamenting that there didn't seem to be a bookshop when I noticed one, so we spent about half an hour inside thawing out. We wandered around a bit more, even found a wool shop, though no wool worth buying, and then got some lunch. We also spent some time in an internet "cafe" which was slightly more like a dungeon than a cafe.

After lunch we set out for Vilshofen again, and found our way to the airfield. We met Winfried and Ursula there, and Winfried came in our car to direct us back to their place.

Ursula had put on a lovely afternoon tea of kuchen (cakes) and we settled in there for the afternoon and evening.

I have to admit here that from this day I no longer wrote in my travel diary, so the rest of the trip is reconstructed entirely from memory, with photos to assist.