Km walked – Weinsteig: 15 km
Fitbit : 23 km
Climbed 871 m
The sole benefit to our Airbnb’s location was that we could begin this stage with a visit to the very cool Limburger Monastery, right above our town.
Not only was the ruin interesting but low and behold, there was a woman setting up a beer garden. So we had ‘one’ to reward the climb and then we began to walk again in earnest
This stage would end in Deidesheim, a town that had persistently failed to offer up a room for us. Our plan was to jump on a train there for the end of the next day’s stage at Neustadt, and train back in the am to continue the walk to Neustadt. To this end we had booked a two night Airbnb in Neustadt.
It was a very hot hike! About 28C and an arid landscape.
Around midday we came across a castle and viewpoint which had a restaurant alongside. As it was Saturday, it was packed with people.
We got jostled along in the food line until at the order desk. The menu there had nothing that looked familiar. In a panic, I ordered two Winzer Steaks. Tip: if you dont know what you are ordering, increase your chances of a win by ordering different things!
So lunch, from my perspective, was a bust. A little thinly sliced tender ham and a dob of pickled cabbage, yes. This, no. The beer was cold! On we went.
On arrival in Deidesheim, it became clearer why we had been unable to find reasonably priced accomodation. It seemed like the “Whistler” of the wine route. Very upmarket.
As we stepped off the trail at the edge of town onto an apparently empty road, a black BMW rounded a curve and – we both swear it – accelerated towards us, requiring us to literally jump out of the road. It passed within an inch or two of Rand, who doesn’t leap as far as I do. No effort to slow or swerve around us. Unbelievable. So much for a big tourist welcome in Deidesheim!
We jumped on a crowded waiting train without tickets and hoped we wouldn’t get busted. We needed showers and cool drinks and a place more friendly. Could not risk the train leaving without us.
Neustadt fit the bill, although the Airbnb was another palaver.
The guy had sent us a code for a key box via email, and I replied to reminded him that he had promised us a non attic room (reviews said the attic apartment was not suitable for persons over 160 cm)
We still have no data for our phones at this point – which I told him! – so that was the end of our conversation from my end. Long story short, he was waiting for us, which we couldn’t know. Then he was mad because he was waiting for us. We were drinking Aperol spritzes near the train station, because why rush at this point? We have been given a code to retrieve a key.
When we arrive, he looks at me and says “you’re not so tall” and takes us to the attic, of course.
Then he gives us wifi information that is handwritten and completely wrong, so we still can’t connect to tell him we have no wifi except by lurking outside a donair shop. The apartment was nicely renoed and perfect for shorter people!
On the plus side there was an amazing pizza place and to-die- for bakery just (down 4 flights) and across the street!