In my first post about this region of Germany, I talked about our hiking mishaps. The post
ended when we made it to our campground, but unfortunately our mishaps did not.
Mainly,
we were out of food.
So, being
millennials, we googled “supermarkets in Hohnstein” and found one that would be
open until 10 pm. As it was around or even past 9 pm at this point, we raced off
onto the approximately 20-minute walk into Hohnstein proper, despite being
exhausted, sore, and hungry.
20 minutes
later, we found ourselves in Hohnstein. But we didn’t see the turn off we were
looking for. So we kept walking…and walking…We finally asked someone, only to
be told that there were no supermarkets in Hohnstein. The next closest was a
good couple minutes’ drive away, too far to walk easily, and busses were not
running anymore…and wouldn’t be running over the weekend. Big sigh. There was a
little convenience store-type of place that would be open over the weekend, but
was closed for the day. Another sigh. (I’m not totally sure how this happened,
but Germans often use similar names for different towns, usually with a prefix
or suffix, or hyphenated with another name, so it’s possible that google showed
us a different town with the same name instead. Or something).
We were
obviously some very unhappy campers at this point (literally! Am I not hilarious?).
Thankfully, the campground offered a daily Brötchenservice
(bun delivery service), since Germans can’t be asked to live without
freshly-bakes buns for breakfast, no matter how much they’re roughing it. This
service amused us to no end (I’m not exaggerating the importance of fresh Brötchen), but ended up being our saving
grace. We ordered enough buns to last us for the day and cobbled together a
dinner out of the food we had left. Another saving grace: the sunny day turned
into a beautifully clear night sky that we got to admire before bed.
Now, this
wasn’t the end of the mishaps…when setting up the tent, a tent peg was missing,
even though I could have sworn there were enough when we left. We bought new
ones in Hohnstein the next day, but all they had was an entire package (no
single ones), that was expensive, and the tent pegs sucked. They still elicit the occasional curse on camping trips.
Then there was the chocolate that melted…all over my backpack’s lid pocket…and
then we went to town (more on that in a second) and though we were done with mishaps.
Unfortunately, once back in our campground, we realized that our mishaps were not over yet. Tristan had put his bar of soap onto my hiking boots in order to keep it off of the ground, but the soap had disappeared. I reached into the boot to see if the bar of soap had slipped in – and in lieu of a bar of soap, I felt a strange, hard layer where my insole should be. Tristan’s soap hadn’t slid into my boot; it had melted into my boot. I was fuming. I was afraid that my boot was ruined – I’d only purchased them last year and hadn’t used them much since., so they were nearly new at the time. Poor Tristan of course felt bad about the shoe and was also disappointed about the loss of a nearly new bar of soap (it was Lush soap too, so you really can’t fault the guy!). My worries, at least, were unfounded: most the soap just peeled out, and most of the residue that was left behind subsequently rinsed easily out of the insole. It became a standing joke that at least one of my feet would not only never smell badly, but would smell of Lush.
Unfortunately, once back in our campground, we realized that our mishaps were not over yet. Tristan had put his bar of soap onto my hiking boots in order to keep it off of the ground, but the soap had disappeared. I reached into the boot to see if the bar of soap had slipped in – and in lieu of a bar of soap, I felt a strange, hard layer where my insole should be. Tristan’s soap hadn’t slid into my boot; it had melted into my boot. I was fuming. I was afraid that my boot was ruined – I’d only purchased them last year and hadn’t used them much since., so they were nearly new at the time. Poor Tristan of course felt bad about the shoe and was also disappointed about the loss of a nearly new bar of soap (it was Lush soap too, so you really can’t fault the guy!). My worries, at least, were unfounded: most the soap just peeled out, and most of the residue that was left behind subsequently rinsed easily out of the insole. It became a standing joke that at least one of my feet would not only never smell badly, but would smell of Lush.
Hohnstein
The morning after our first night of camping dawned even hotter than the previous day (35°C!!!). Between that and our very sore legs (and my sunburn…Tristan of course doesn’t ever burn, sigh) we decided against hiking and went to explore the village instead.
This turned
out to be an excellent choice.
Photo by Tristan |
Towering
above the town is the eponymous castle, which was somewhat obviously our main
destination in the town.
But first, a
coffee/ice cream break.
The castle
is well preserved mainly thanks to the fact that, unlike most castles in
Europe, it was in use for most of its life. Once it was no longer needed for
its original purpose (defense) nor used as a main residence, it was maintained
as a hunting lodge for the rulers of the region. Later on, it served as a
prison and the seat of justice for the region before becoming a youth camp and
hostel. When the Nazis took over the castle, they made use of the dungeons and
defensible position left over from its previous purposes and turned it (sadly)
into a concentration camp. In the Second World War the castle was used as a POW
camp; towards the end of the war it was turned into a refugee camp for Germans
and German speaking people fleeing from the East (particularly what is now the
Czech Republic). Nowadays, the castle has been restored to its pre-WWI purpose
and serves as a hotel and youth hostel.
No pictures of the food this time, but this was the view from the cafe. Also Tristan's wearing my sunglasses. |
Another castle wall. |
While the
majority of the castle’s rooms are given over to its main purpose, a few of the
rooms are little museums you can visit. These rooms include two dungeons; one
has a (slightly disturbing) exhibit on medieval justice, while the other
contains several memorials to people who were imprisoned (some in that very
room) and killed at the castle during its time as a concentration camp.
There is
also a little museum containing a number of artifacts found at the castle over
the years, as well as its history and information on what life might have been
like there in medieval times. This kind of thing is fairly typical for castles
(although most castles I’ve been to don’t have quite this colourful a
history!), but I found this a particularly nice little museum. I particularly
like this little guy:
You can also
climb the old tower, which we of course did. You get lovely views
over the adjacent valley and the surrounding countryside.
Surrounding
the castle is a garden and some small paths. Particularly striking is one that
leads to a viewpoint over a steep cliff.
The views
were certainly lovely, but what made the viewpoint striking was a small
memorial plaque. During the time the castle was a concentration camp, the Nazis
forced several prisoners to run at and over the cliffs to their deaths.
The gate leading to the garden (with teeny Tristan in the background) |
The viewpoint |
A general memorial to the time of the Nazis and the Second World War stands
just outside the entrance to the castle. I’ve never seen a memorial quite like
this one, so I found it very interesting from an architectural standpoint (my
dad told me later that it’s actually very typical for socialist-era memorials
in Germany, but oh well. It looks to my untrained eye like it might be an example
of Soviet Brutalist architecture, any knowledgeable folks care to weigh in?).
The inscription translates roughly to “as a reminder and warning for the
living”.
We had a
small lunch in the castle’s restaurant too, which was really cute, and with
really good “home-cooked” food. The restaurant sold locally-made Leberwurst (liverwurst sausage), which
Tristan bought a glass of and loved so much he promptly ate all of it on our
hike the next day. We went back after the hike to buy more, much to the
amusement of the restaurant staff. For myself, I found a locally-made cheese in
a little artisanal/”natural” foods-type store that I also went and bought more
of the next day.
The cheese store (photo by Tristan) |
Castle stay
We had been jokingly tossing around the idea of staying in the castle while walking around there, but were convinced that it would be too expensive for us. To our surprise, this was not the case, so a decision was made and a room booked for the next night (Sunday to Monday).
Sunday was the day we hiked from Bastei to Hohnstein. We got to the castle around 9 am (we had been told that checkout wasn't until 10 am but we'd be able to store our luggage) and checked in. The staff was apologetic about the fact that they didn't yet have a room for us! They gave us keys to a locked room we could put our bags and promised they'd have a room ready for us ASAP. Meanwhile we went off on our hike.
When we got back to our room, this is what greeted us in our room:
And this was the view from our room (no big deal or anything!):
Both pictures by Tristan |
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