My flight over here was as flawless as it can get. Hanging on the aisle with an empty seat next to me, slept nearly the whole time. Through customs and Ted meets me at Starbucks just like we’d planned. (and hope this is the last Starbucks I’m within fifty feet of for at least ten days). We picked up a rental car and had a bit of adventure getting out of Munich to the Barthel’s place near Kufstein, Austria. You race along these highways with big trucks blocking your view of the exit signs. You’re driving fast. Before you know it you’re 40 kilometers down the road past your turnoff. Oh well, at least everything is close together. Not like taking the wrong turn in Wyoming or something, where you can go seventy five miles off route if you’re not paying attention.
Not sure if they have internet at the Heidelberger Hut, but they do at the next one down the line. So if things work out you’ll be hearing from me on Monday at the latest. Glitches so far: having a bit of trouble fitting my whole junkshow in my Black Diamond Alias backpack — seems this computer in a Tupperware box is a bit bulky. I’ll make it work. Oh, and the weather looks nearly perfect, at worst partly cloudy but bluebird this morning!