The Liam bus stop is around 2 mins walk away. I reach the bus stop and am confused again. You see, I am quite dyslexic when it comes to directions and Germany driving on the other side of the road, left me a mess while trying to figure out which side of the road I have to board my bus on. I ask a man sitting at the bus stop, the first and only unfriendly person I met in Germany. He grunts and points at the board where all the bus numbers were written. It obviously doesn’t help because I don’t know which bus number to take. I look at his face and decide I would prefer to board the wrong bus than ask him again. Luckily another passenger comes to the stop and I ask him. He tells me I am at the wrong bus stop and need to go to the one a little further away and take bus no.51 to Hirschgartenallee and then walk upto Nymphenburg. I thank, move on and without any further adventures reach Nymphenburg.
The first sight which greets you is the little pond with ducks and majestic white swans with the palace in the background. I was warned by a friend that the birds there were famous for chasing and biting visitors. I prayed to god that I didn’t become the subject of such a video popping up in the future. And, if I did, the cameraman would give me a copy so I could share and laugh at it before others do. But, no birds hated me today. I got some lovely pictures (for my capabilities) Unfortunately, the palace was under restoration( most of the buildings in the city were), and so I couldn’t get a complete picture of the palace. I walked leisurely and walked into the main building and bought a ticket for 11.50 Euros. This gave me access to the central pavilion, the northern and southern wings, the palace gardens and the garden pavilions.
|I want that bed|
The dog and gun room has hunting scenes painted in blue on a white background. The pictures in a group of fours reminded me of the various families of Game of thrones. I present to you, House Baratheon and House Stark. Knowing R.R.Martin’s crazy (and so hated) twists, the other two might be the surprise in season 6.
My favourite room here was the Electress’s kitchen. The blue and white Chinese decorations give it an exotic air. This kitchen was used for events away from the main Palace. I stood for a while, imagining how awesome it would be plan and cook a meal in here. The beautiful open space outside perfect to have my loved ones gather while I torture them with all my experiments. Well, of course, first I will throw in all the regular gadgets one has in their kitchen nowadays.
Next, I walked upto Badenburg. There are sign posts telling you the way, so its very convenient. The walk through to the garden palaces are as picturesque as they can be. A stream flowing through with nests of ducks and little ducklings waddling around. Beautiful lush green tress on both sides of the walkway. I don’t remember feeling so at peace and ecstatic at the same time. Being so content all by myself. Didn’t need another person to make me smile.
Badenburg was the bath house. The main hall or the banqueting hall has some magnificent ceiling frescoes. The elector’s chambers here are fitted with Chinese wall papers in all the rooms but unfortunately, due to lack of light again, I couldn’t really take good pictures.
The bath has dutch tiles and a gallery. Here too, you can take a look at it only from a small area in the gallery.
Next I was confused whether to walk to Marstallmuseum which was on the same side of the park or cross over to the right side to the other two park palaces. There are distances written along with the sign boards. I decide to go to the other side as I can see Marstallmuseum in the end and exit the palace.
It was a long but beautiful walk to Pagodenburg. Couples sitting on benches by the lakeside. People jogging/walking. If I had a Schloss to go for a run in everyday, all the haters wouldn’t have had a chance to crack jokes on my non athleticism.
Pagodenburg as the name suggests is built on the theme of a pagoda. The rooms inside too are decorated in Arab. Indian and Chinese styles. The colour scheme of the Chinese wall paper and the background lacquer painting is absolutely breathtaking.
Magdalenenklause was conceived as a hermitage. Its half plastered walls with cracks and crevices gives it an appearance of a ruin from the outside. The interior comprises of a Grotto chapel of St. Mary Magdalene. The interiors of the chapel and the entrance are very peculiarly decorated with conchs and shells.
I am not religious at all but almost all places of worship bring a little peace to my overspeeding brain. But, this place left me with a very strange haunting feeling. There is an altarpiece with Jesus on a crucifix, I think made of ivory, absolutely beautiful. In the elector’s chambers there is another crucifix which feels very spooky. I don’t know why. Maybe because of the low yellow-red lighting in the room. It was eerie.
On my way to Pagodenburg I had felt a little sprain in my leg. I didn’t think too much of it. Stretched a bit and kept walking. By now, I could feel it getting worse. Just then I noticed a group cycling around and I remembered!! I was supposed to rent a cycle too. I was too involved in just walking in and taking pictures that I totally forgot about it. One of the drawbacks of travelling alone, if someone was with me and we had discussed it, I wouldn’t have had to do all the remembering.(Does that sentence make sense?)
The pain was getting worse and I probably had to walk atleast another couple of kilometers to finish my palace rounds.
Next to Marstallmuseum. This is the coach house. The collection of coaches and sleighs here are one of the most important in Europe. This is the personal collection of The Wittelsbachs’. You can see some intricate designs and some major bling. There is a collection of portraits of the royal horses. I mean, come on!! Even the horses got their portraits drawn?!! You can see that these animals were truly loved. The artist has tried to capture their personalities in the paintings. Some can be seen standing stern and royal and some playful and even a mischievous one who was busy chomping on an apple from a table.
By the time I was done here, the pain had reached insane levels. I cannot believe I still had to almost walk a kilometer before I reached the bus stop. But, as I had no option, I grit my teeth and move on. I buy a 2.50 Euro ticket which would take care of all bus, tram and train tickets for the rest of the day. There was an american family, their first day in Germany and I helped them out with the tickets. Explaining what works for when. The advantages of travelling alone; you learn quick.
I get onto the bus and then alight at Hirschgartenallee. Whaaaattt?!! What did I just do? I am supposed to alight at Liam. And, excuse me! Weird German transport system. Why wasn’t the station I boarded the bus at called Hirschgartenallee? After all, that’s supposed to be the closest station to the palace. Anyways, now I don’t have the patience to wait for the next one plus the overcast sky was nudging me to get outta there. I walk. A long long walk to the train station. I decide to go to Marienplatz and try finishing up one of the churches today. (High hopes)
By the time I come out at Marienplatz, I am in tears. I decide to walk through the length of Marienplatz to Karlsplatz. After all, I had to still shop for some warm clothing. I see a lot of street artists on my way and I slowly stroll/limp my way across. I pick up a backpack (Andrea scolded me later as she had a few which I could have taken) as the camera bag plus the handbag was very cumbersome to carry around. I walked into a few stores, got tempted by the lovely bikinis, fought the temptation and entered H&M only to lose the battle here. Incredible sale and awesome stuff. Bought couple pairs of boots and Keds, a few tights, couple of woven woolen stoles and a few lipsticks(why why why?!!:( ) The lingerie section was tantalizing me with its silky fingers but me being the strong girl that I am (Liar!) I ran. Paid the bill. Walked out. Walked in. Picked up a few more things and decided to let go this time. You know its gonna hurt, but you have to let go. Love like this, YOU HAVE TO LET GO!!
I know what an American meatloaf is, so I think this should be somewhere along the same lines. I order it along with a bottle of water and patiently wait. What comes to my plate is two circular discs of salty boiled sausage like dish with a pretzel. It tastes disgusting. I try and force it in. I am hungry and for god’s sake its 18Euros. I have never been someone who can or will stick with something unpleasant in spite of it being the smart and right thing to do. Examples, a few exes and a lot of jobs.
I give up after two bites and hobble home.
This time there really are tears in my eyes. The pain is excruciating. I am so lonely and cold. The only time I missed not having someone with me. I somehow make the long painful walk home. Andrea looks at my face and knows I am hurt. She draws me a nice hot bath and I sit in it for a long long time. I felt very guilty later when I came to know that water and electricity were very expensive. I ask Andrea if there was a restaurant close by where I could go and grab some dinner. She shushes me and cooks some spaghetti. We sit eating and talking about India and Germany. Andrea had some very interesting observations on why Germans are an unfriendly lot. (I disagree. They are great) She says if you are from a cold country, you are used to huddling indoors and thus do not have social skills and vice versa. The discussion obviously did come down to India and how the women are treated there. I told her how all Indian men aren’t like that. I have been blessed to have wonderful and supportive men through my life.
I cuddle in my bed, warm, hoping to wake up sans any pain and enjoying my last day in this beautiful city.