Day 3 - Stuttgart
Walking 3 hours on torn boots
Having waked up early in the morning; we took a stroll around the resort. The morning mist makes the mountains so beautiful we started taking pictures of the surroundings. After getting ready for Stuggart, we found one huge problem, there was no taxi service. Tried to call a few numbers, but because it’s a Sunday, I thought no one was working.
What to do? I took out a map from the Resort Directory that showed us the direction to the station. Tossing a coin, we both agreed to walk instead of wasting such a wonderful day staying indoors. According to the map, the trip will only take around 1 hour max. But after walking out of the map, we still see no sign of urbanization. I started to try thumb lifting, but the cars just flew pass. It’s too late to walk back to the resort, and Irene told me that her boots was about to torn. “What better time can the shoes fail on us?”
We failed to catch the earlier train to Stuggart, so we called up Cirnelle letting her know about our situation. At the same time, we continued walking until at one instant, the shoe Irene’s wearing came split into half. “What kinda workmanship is that?” Cost down had shown its problem at the most critical moment. For the next 2 hours, we walked through farms and grasslands until finally we saw some people in the mirror lake.
The incident might have shocked Irene so much that she started singing and dancing while walking. It’s our 5-year anniversary, what was it that we did wrong to deserve such a punishment? Couldn’t I just give my girlfriend a better treatment? And we continued walking until at one time, Irene decided to take off her shoes and walk bare footed on the cold pavement. Crazy as it might sound; it’s faster to bare footed then to walk with a pair of torn boots.
Finally after 3~4 hours of walking (we lost count), we managed to reach the station at noon. Immediately we sat down at Doners Kebab stall to rest. The chicken burger and beer that we put into our stomach after 14 kilometers of walking taste extremely good. We’ve made it!!! Next year we can compete in the Penang Bridge full marathon.
We took the 1240 train to meet up with Kelvin (Cirnelle’s lollypop) @ Ulm. We felt embarrassed letting him wait for us at the train station all morning. Instead of getting angry, he sat there dressed to kill, reading up his favorite issue of Readers Digest. He gave us a warm welcome and handed me ½ a dozen of donuts he bought for us worry that we might be hungry. I for sure will never think so far for Irene’s friends, not even my own for that matter.
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Meeting up with Kelvin and Cirnelle
Since we bought a weekend ticket (Wochenende), we paid €33 for a ticket that I can share among 5 friends. And as Kelvin met up with another Malaysian, we split out the ticket that saves us €15. With 3 guys in the group, naturally we talked about engineering, and I started to think about furthering my studies in Germany one day. I also got to know that these people are sensitive to the issues back home despite being ½ way around the globe
As we reached Stuttgart, Cirnelle immediately hopped on to Irene giving her a warm friendly hug with a pint of concern that we had been traveling so far. As I showed them Irene torn shoes, everyone couldn’t believe the experience that we’d been through this morning. Cirnelle brought out a pair extra shoes for Irene to wear. After getting her feet warm again, Irene slowly gained back her conscious. Parting with K’s friend, the couple (K&C) brought us around Stuttgart main roads. Like any other place in Germany, people are enjoying themselves under the sun, reading a book, or having a beer while enjoying the rays.
It was still too early for dinner after we finished covering the terrains. So K&C suggested that we sat down and chatted over a glass of beer at a nearby pub. No one drinks mineral water as beers are of the same price (alcoholic or otherwise). I learnt a bit about Nokia from K while Irene caught up with C.
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Spanish Dinner in Deutsch land
For dinner, Cirnelle treated us to a Spanish restaurant Enchilada (its funny how we get the name again). Irene ordered a glass of tomato juice, and for the Spanish, they takes it with a few drips of Tabasco sauce and a pinch of black pepper. She liked it so much she asked me to remind her to buy more tomato juice once we land back on Malaysian soil. For the main course, we had various type of pasta, some with rice fillings while others had meat and vege. All of us had a great time teasing and laughing. The environment was unique, but I couldn’t say the same with their cocktail. We ordered a Devil’s Tail to share around the table…all I can say is that it tasted like – medical syrup.
Bid farewell with both K&C after dinner. Worrying about getting home, we booked a taxi over the phone. Once we reached the station, the taxi was already there waiting for us. Our body was all tired, sticking Salonplas all over our body before resting comfortably in bed.
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