After visiting the farm, Jeremy and I went over to the Königsee and took one of the electric boats to St Bartholomew and climbed the trail to the small glacier "Eis Kapelle". Jeremy zoomed up the trail much higher than the bottom of the glacier. Along the way, we saw the helicopter looking for the bodies of the two people that died up on the Watzmann when the out-of-season snow storm hit. We played in the snow, fed the ravens, and sat in an ice-cave, all ignoring the sign that said don't go out on the ice. We went back down and had a nice ride back on the electric boat town and had dinner.
The next day we climbed the Watzmann. He climbed much faster than me and he took a good rest and a well-earned Hefeweizen at the Watzmannhaus. We took the interesting way back down. Occasionally, he was bored at our slow progress and ran down the path out of sight. But we caught up at the parking place.
It was just too rainy and cold to go deep into the mountains given that two people had died in the mountains due to the weather last week. So we hung out in Bgaden and spent a day in Salzburg. and on the 9th, Jeremy got on the train back to Paris via Berlin and I got on the motorcycle and took off for Italy. Enough of this weather.
First, I said goodbye to the Family Walch and then arrived in Trieste in the evening. Along the way, I learned the Autostrada were toll roads and that if you appeared helpless at the automatic ticket machine, the attendant would just waive you through without paying. The next day, on the way to Venice, I learned an important lesson about gas stations.