Heidelberg, Poets' Town

After procrastinate for so long (just a few days over a year)... Finally I can update the travelogue with Heidelberg, the poets' town! (I noticed that I actually had written about Heidelberg after finish writing this...）

One of the October trip, the impulse to book cheap air ticket, the crowds in Munich for the Oktoberfest that manage to scare me off (sorry Navan... put you aeroplane), finally brought me to Heidelberg, a poet's old town in Germany's Baden-Württemberg state.

Touching down at Baden-Baden Airpark, we took a shuttle bus straight to Heidelberg, parting with Navan and his friend. Autumn sunlight shone through the bus window, and Tim, CK, Jason, Joker, Huimin and me, 3 from Hong Kong, 2 from Singapore and 1 from Malaysia. In fact, we have many different passports. Jason has Australian passport, Tim and Joker's passports are different type of HK passport too, but showing only the 3 passports that represent us.





Warm evening light. We strolled along the river of Nackar. Then we wandered into the old town area, for a short while looking for dinner.



In the end, we found nothing we want to eat in the town (either they looked too expensive or something we could find here). Dragging the luggage, we walked 30 minutes along the Neckar River at night, to find our hostel beside a zoo.

Woke up at the next morning from the comfortable sleep, oh yeah, every traveler's pray and wish, a sunny autumn day!



Since we were only staying a night, after the breakfast, we packed up and carried our luggage, and left the hostel with no regret (we regretted it after). With such backpack on our back, we trod another 30 minutes along the beautiful Neckar River (in sunny autumn) back to the Poets' Old Town. The view along the river was just... simply breathtaking! It was the European river side that I had imagined before I stepped on the continent!







Finally we wandered into old town, well, not much nice pictures here. Perhaps because of a lesson we had learnt, which was to find a place to settle the backpack or luggage. It was just too tiring to carry the burden and sight-seeing at the same time.



Although we missed Oktoberfest, we got to see another festival being celebrated inside the old town and people were all over the place. Musicians, beer, pork, candies, people with painted face, clowns, etc etc. Laughter, and smiles were hanging on almost everyone's face. The old town felt so lively and crowded.



As if we warped back to the past when we was these people performing and roaming about the street.



We had our lunch, a heavy one, in one of the restaurant, Vetter 33, which was just beside the famous bridge which I forgot the name, as recommended by a group of Malaysians we met at the castle. To savour the taste of the popular German Pork Knee, each of us ordered one for ourselves, and it was really a wrong decision.



Oh I really miss the Pork Knee I had in the old town of Cesky Krumlov, Czech Republic. It was not the pork knee that I like that I had in Heidelberg...

When it was about afternoon, we rushed to the train station, and continued our journey to Strasbourg.

P/S: Now only I realized that I wrote duplicate posts on Heidelberg! OMG.