Dec 01 2008
Once again in Bavaria, and imagine my shock and horror to discover that it had snowed. Clearly something was amiss. I scratched my head in puzzelment attempting to sort through the flood of information I knew to be true. According to the Goracle (respectful genuflections) snow could only be a figment of my imagination as it had been banished forever by the evil ways of western man, yet here, plain for all to see was a couple of inches of snow, with more (gasp!) on the way. This was clearly not what I was expecting, lead to believe that the world was irrevocably headed towards becoming a burnt over desert, I had only packed shorts and t-shirts – falsely believing that Germany in December would give the French Riviera a run for its money. Who to blame? Apparently all of those selfish North Americans, busy not driving their SUVs had spawned a freak cooling trend, one so unexpected that even the prophets could hardly acknowledge it. And then it struck me – I had the divine duty to reverse this cooling trend, this affront to the gospel and so…..
I embarked on my very own warming crusade – namely a needless, entirely gratuitious and deliciously delightful CO2 burning tour of the countryside. Believe me, equipped with a Mercedes C220 and a handy autobahn I figure I have personally reversed the global cooling trend by about two or three hours. You can thank me later….
And so this time my excursion took me towards Eichstatt in search of the ruins of an elusive ThingPlatz. Inspired by recent timewasting sojourn on the interwebs thingy, I determined to find abandoned evidence of Germanys recent past. Getting close to the ruined amphitheatre took almost no effort, however finding it did require a little more trouble – its not like there are signs pointing to relics of an embarrasing history.
Just southwest of Winterhof, overlooking Eichstatt is the ruin – and what a creepy feeling to be standing on the site. I tramped around the place taking a few photographs and the entire time I could not shake the feeling of horror. I have no idea if the place was ever actually used for party functions, however that was clearly the intent. At any rate the whole place carries an unsettled feeling…