13 Aug 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, No Comments.

08/13 Giessbach Switzerland

We discovered Lake Brienzersee early that next morning.  My entire side was bruised and I had scab from elbow to waist, even through the pain the lake’s unique color of blue was almost hypnotizing.  We docked at Glessbach to walk the falls.  Fighting through the soreness of my abused legs was worth the effort.  Actually I was in better shape than I had ever been in my life and felt capable of doing almost anything I pleased.  Youth, I was told is wasted on the young and I suppose that’s true.  So I wasn’t going to waste any opportunities.  I crossed paths with an older gentleman who reminded me that these types of opportunities would vanish and change as I grew into an older man.  It wouldn’t be the same with arthritis or trying to catch by breath.  I also realize that being a young opens up doors restricted to the old, I am trusted in a different way.  I pray that my memories of days like this maintain their color and that I have the opportunity to share the things I have found.  We planned on heading back into Innsbruck to retrieve my abandoned hostel card and then onto Germany to join in the Oktoberfest. We were keeping our fingers crossed that the rain had left Germany.

Mornings among the halls, people come and go, while the day comes out to play, across those things I use to know
Stop awhile, wait for me, before it fades away, it’s a long, long way, home

Outside the day’s still shinnin, where the children never cry, while I search inside for smiles, another passes by
People always come and go, across those things I use to know
…….  Stop awhile, wait for me, before it fades away, it’s a long, long way, home

Time has gotten shorter, in these new games they all play, windows closed and a bolted door, what is there I can say
People always come and go, across those things I use to know
…….  Stop awhile, wait for me, before it fades away, it’s a long, long way, home

We arrived in Innsbruck later than we expected but we still had enough time to grab ourselves a bed.  I regained possession of my hostel card and went right to sleep.  The next day would be another early morning.  The plan was to join the Oktoberfest in Munich.  With our early start we were able to visit Munich’s museums early enough to beat the tourist traffic.  It was a bit of a culture stock being around so many American tourists.