The Big Cheese of Rudesheim
Rudesheim am Rhein Travel Blog› entry 10 of 14 › view all entries
First stop was Rudesheim - another of the places we have visited with some regularity on our trips around Germany.
Although relatively early it was already starting to build up a steady throng of tourists as the coach parties and boat trips started to offload their hordes.
As this was only to be our disembarkation point we were not planning on tarrying very long but the lure of a snack and a drink before we set off on our day’s itinerary was too much of a lure. We ducked into one of the numerous cafes on the Drosselgasse (the main street) to stock up on some coffee, cakes and a bit of fruhschappen.
It was the second time we'd visited this bar, having stopped in here when we were in Rudesheim last summer (see my previous blog "My Bister's Big Fat German Wedding") but unfortunately it still doesn't get it's own review as for the life of me I can't remember it's name.
As with everywhere in this town it's verging on a Blackpool kitsch style version of Germany, complete with tracht wearing waitresses and a couple of blokes playing German drinking songs interspersed with bizarre covers of pop tunes.
We opted to sit in the open courtyard cum beergarden at the back surrounded by numerous trinkets, paraphernalia ad an odd mural on one wall depicting the local area. As it was still reasonably early we were only having a snack to see us through to lunch. Rebecca's "small plate of cheese" however, turned out to be a massive plate piled high with enough cheese to feed a family which indeed required the help of her own family to complete.
There weren't many other diners in the place at that time but those that were there were happy enough to sing along to the various drinking songs the geriatric band were turning out.
Having finally finished off the cheese plate we headed off to the seilbahn and off up to the Germania statue from whence to commence our hike.
Germania remains a very impressive piece of art no matter how many times you visit it. Towering over the surrounding valley the huge scale of it can only really be appreciated at close quarters. We also know that it's an allegorical statue because the robot guide (ok the coin operated listening post) tells us so.
After a brief wander around the base of the statue we headed off on our hilltop route which would take us long the main ridge to Assmanshausen via numerous scenic viewing points along the hills edge. Walking through the wooded glades up here you felt a million miles away from the hustle and bustle of Rudesheim and anyone who likes a good view has plenty to look at along the way.
After a while we arrived at what was described as something along the lines of "The English Hermit's House". Built by some king or other way back when it was supposed to be in the English style, or so he reckoned. That would be if the English style was a wooden hut with no windows I expect. Here, the helpful sign told us, people could come and live in solitude with only their own personal chapel to hang out in and consider their divinity. Or something. Sounds like that was a fun time back then!