This morning we made it to Regensburg. And that meant the worries over the height (or lack thereof) of the river were over. However, the vagaries of the Main-Danube lay ahead, with a very different problem. Instead of water under the keel, the captain had to make sure the ship didn’t ride too high. Some of the bridges from here on are low – very low. So while the passengers were off seeing the sights of Regensburg, the ship’s crew were busy replenishing that 200,000 litres of water that had been released at Linz.
On the way we passed an interesting building in the mist high up on the bank. It looks a bit like the Parthenon. It’s called Walhalla and you can read about it here. It honours Germans from all walks of life. I expect it won’t surprise you to learn it was conceived by Crown Prince Ludwig, who later became King Ludwig of Bavaria and is remembered for extravagant architecture like Neuschwanstein castle. (The one Disney used as the template for his fairytale castle.
Regensburg is another pretty little German riverside town with – wait for it – a cathedral. No castle, as it happens. The Amavenita tied up at the bank a mere stroll from the town itself. Pete and I eschewed the walking tour and headed off on our own, anxious to try the delicacies at Germany’s oldest sausage kitchen. Perched on the river bank just near the old stone bridge, the little shop dates back to 1135, when workers were building the cathedral. Move over Maccas. The Germans did fast food long ago. You order sausage in a roll with or without sauerkraut and mustard. The snags are about the size of a middle finger and cooked on a grill so they get that smokey barbecue flavour. You get two sausages in a roll. Yummo. And we got there before the others because they went on the tour.
And now it’s photo time.
We left at sunset. Regensburg turned on a magnificent sunset, just for us. And here it is for you.