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Saturday, March 04, 2006
May 27 - 29 [part 2]
14pf brought me to Frauzjosefybahn [sp?]. There was still much time to spare before my companions should arrive. What should I do. I spent some minutes walking along one line of steps in front of the Bahnhof and back to the same place by means of a lower or higher line. But that was a childish game (though warming, the morning air being cool, a fresh wind blowing) and soon I had to stop on account of the flocks of it) and B.P.N. which steadily increased and waiting before the station. Each party arrived singing.
Was brought smartly to a standstill, when rucksacks were set down, and macs and coats downed over dirndls; or uniforms as the case may be, and the flocks set loose until it was time to gather again. I found a letter in my pocket, which I had not posted the previous day, and sought out a Tabak traffik, but no stamps were to be had
The station, though small, was complete with P.O. - good. I could surely get a stamp there. Anyway, there would be something to see. A sleepy dame, hair protected with a whitish kerchief, sweeping the floor. "Ich mochte gern eine Brief wache, bitte". But oh dear; Briefmarke sind wicht fur eine halbe staede zu werkaufen. . I bought a map of the Wachau* for 40pf and continued early morning exercises while more people arrived. The time passed quickly. I bought my stamp and came out again to stand in front of the station. Soon appeared a familiar bright and cheery face, full of friendliness and behind a large bulging rucksack (mine was twice it's size but had about a quarter the contents!) - Marta.
We had actually met only the day before, but were to be good friends on the three days, most pleasantly successful and delightful - the dearest of companions. I will always have a fond rememberence of this time, of the beautiful landscape through which we saw, and the many beautiful and interesting Donantal villages and especially of my 3 dear friends Otto Koellner, Herbert Klausner and Marta.
But I am wandering.
[*Which was left with the diary, and I'll include in a separate post above.]
Was brought smartly to a standstill, when rucksacks were set down, and macs and coats downed over dirndls; or uniforms as the case may be, and the flocks set loose until it was time to gather again. I found a letter in my pocket, which I had not posted the previous day, and sought out a Tabak traffik, but no stamps were to be had
The station, though small, was complete with P.O. - good. I could surely get a stamp there. Anyway, there would be something to see. A sleepy dame, hair protected with a whitish kerchief, sweeping the floor. "Ich mochte gern eine Brief wache, bitte". But oh dear; Briefmarke sind wicht fur eine halbe staede zu werkaufen. . I bought a map of the Wachau* for 40pf and continued early morning exercises while more people arrived. The time passed quickly. I bought my stamp and came out again to stand in front of the station. Soon appeared a familiar bright and cheery face, full of friendliness and behind a large bulging rucksack (mine was twice it's size but had about a quarter the contents!) - Marta.
We had actually met only the day before, but were to be good friends on the three days, most pleasantly successful and delightful - the dearest of companions. I will always have a fond rememberence of this time, of the beautiful landscape through which we saw, and the many beautiful and interesting Donantal villages and especially of my 3 dear friends Otto Koellner, Herbert Klausner and Marta.
But I am wandering.
[*Which was left with the diary, and I'll include in a separate post above.]
Saturday, January 14, 2006
May 27 - 29 [part 1]
Early in the small hours of the morning on May 27, the day before Whitsun, I was rudely stirred (at my own request) and told to get up. It was however, an hour too early, ie: half 5, but there was no point in dozing again. My rucksack stood ready, hiking shoes, sport skirt, everything! Cool morning air came through the open windows.
It had rained, the still damp streets were void of life at this early hour. The sky was grey and rainlike, but the air fresh and good for hiking. My two bed companions had left the day before. I got up at leisure, put my bed in order, saddled up and went to the kitche, where I found coffee + bread + a packet of food waiting for me. I gulped down the coffee; put my food packet into the pocket of my rucksack, took the bread with me to eat on the way to the Strassenbahn [edit: streetcar].
The front door was still shut, and I had to disturb the goodnatured caretaker to open it for me, which she did cheerfully and wished me gute reise [edit: good travels]. It was still much too early. Time had I enough. I took my way slowly towards the Haltestelle. All was shut up and sleepy looking, and as yet few Trams were running. I spoke with a newspaper vendor, who waited hopefully in the vicinity of the Haltestelle. But no, I would have nothing to do with newspapers. I was going off to enjoy myself, to forget the sorrow of the world, into the nature, away from large towns and civilised life.
Soon arrived large parties of H.J. und B.O.M. [edit: ?] and smaller family parties and individual lisben [edit: ?], all in the same holiday spirit, complete with rucksacks and raincoats, against the "pfupt wetter".
At last a strassenbahn.
It had rained, the still damp streets were void of life at this early hour. The sky was grey and rainlike, but the air fresh and good for hiking. My two bed companions had left the day before. I got up at leisure, put my bed in order, saddled up and went to the kitche, where I found coffee + bread + a packet of food waiting for me. I gulped down the coffee; put my food packet into the pocket of my rucksack, took the bread with me to eat on the way to the Strassenbahn [edit: streetcar].
The front door was still shut, and I had to disturb the goodnatured caretaker to open it for me, which she did cheerfully and wished me gute reise [edit: good travels]. It was still much too early. Time had I enough. I took my way slowly towards the Haltestelle. All was shut up and sleepy looking, and as yet few Trams were running. I spoke with a newspaper vendor, who waited hopefully in the vicinity of the Haltestelle. But no, I would have nothing to do with newspapers. I was going off to enjoy myself, to forget the sorrow of the world, into the nature, away from large towns and civilised life.
Soon arrived large parties of H.J. und B.O.M. [edit: ?] and smaller family parties and individual lisben [edit: ?], all in the same holiday spirit, complete with rucksacks and raincoats, against the "pfupt wetter".
At last a strassenbahn.
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