Into the German Alps and to Übersee

Packing up and leaving the city of Munich by 10am we headed south into glorious sunshine. Once past the ring-road, the rolling countryside opened out and balconied farmhouses stood in acres of green fields. Onion-domed churches and alpine villages marked the route to the German Alps.

Our first glimpse was of impossibly tall, craggy and snow-covered peaks seemingly squatting right on the road in front of us. We pulled off to enjoy the fresh clean air, a welcome cup of coffee and to prepare Bertha for the altitudes. This meant opening all of her taps and seals to make sure internal pressure was minimised.

Bauernhof aire – the first ‘van of the new season
Our farm aire at Übersee was a pure delight. Nestling in a plain at the foot of the Alps it is home to a charming dairy-farming family and their many friendly and purring cats.

We were shown around the excellent facilities by Frau Bauernhof and were treated to a tour of the farm – so much more than we deserved, given our poor linguistic skills. My schoolgirl German was once again embarrassingly pushed to its limit.

Despite gathering clouds a bike ride to get the bearings beckoned and we pedalled about for a couple of hours discovering the river winding across the plain, the town and the way to the Bahnhof. Tomorrow, a train to Salzburg beckoned….

How quickly the weather changes in the German Alps!