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One day, when my dirndl is tucked to the very back of my wardrobe (consigned purely to fancy dress parties in other climes), and my antique cow bells (my Steel wedding anniversary present from Mr R a couple of years ago!!) hang high upon new walls (and not ever around my neck in case you were wondering), I am sure I will think back to our days here with fondness (and quite possibly, at times, with rose tinted spectacles)…<\/p>\n

Of courses it’s not all been a whirlwind of travel, bier fests<\/a> and mountain exploration<\/a>, there have been hundreds (if not thousands) of “normal Bavarian days” too, and some far less than ordinary!<\/p>\n

If you were to ask me about a favourite day in particular in the entirety of our time here, then there have been a few, – but perhaps my favourite of the lot has to be the day we spent floating down Bavaria’s \u00a0infamous river Isar on a giant raft, known in these parts as a slightly windy sounding Flo\u00dffahrt (pronounced flossfart!) – which literally translates as “raft trip”. \u00a0Whilst the very term “rafting”\u00a0might conjure up unappealing images of some hideous and strenuous white water rafting experience (definitely not my cup of tea!), might I calm your visions with the fact that these giant traditional rafts glide calmly and (mostly!) serenely downstream, past some of the most stunningly beautiful (and very protected so that it remains that way!) Bavarian countryside…<\/p>\n

Used as far back as the 12th century to transport both people and important goods up and down Bavaria and beyond (as far away as Vienna and Budapest), we aren’t talking teeny tiny rafts here – at around 18 metres long and at around 20 tonnes in weight you could probably fit two or possibly three elephants on one, or around 52 people, a band, a few barrels of beer, a couple of guys to steer the boat and a pub umbrella for shade. \u00a0 \u00a0Position yourself near that umbrella on a warm day, you will thank me later…<\/p>\n

Our day started out at the crack of dawn – quite literally – in a little communication error that saw me drive to my friends house to then go to meet everyone else at a hotel, get on a coach and then drive directly back past the end of my very own road, but it was nice to be sociable in any event, larks squawking at that time of day or not. \u00a0 \u00a0 Fear not those who find getting out of bed a bit of a problem (especially on a weekend), this really is well worth it and I didn’t even begrudge that extra couple of hours tacked on to the start of our adventure!<\/p>\n

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After the 40 minute drive to picturesque\u00a0Wolfratshausen some 30 kilometres south west of Munich, we turned a corner to the banks of the river, where our floating chariot awaited (along with at least 15 others!) having been put together that very morning (the rafts are taken apart at the end of each journey, the tree trunks are plonked on to the back of an artic and taken back to the start once again for a repeat Flo\u00dffahrt the following day- no mean feat given the size of everything, and the fact it’s like a giant jigsaw to put back together again!)… \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Then, after loading some extra supplies for the day and taking our seats on slightly bouncy benches, the oarsman pushed us away from the edge of the riverbank, and our journey began…<\/p>\n

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first tapped bier…<\/em><\/p>\n

As you might expect for a group of 50 odd people that don’t really know each other, the day started off quite conservatively, with polite conversation and the pointing out of wild birds on the riverbanks, the admiring of antique bridges, and a few polite greetings to fishermen on the banks, who are doubtless used to such spectacles. \u00a0 From the back of the raft the resident oompah band began to play a few gentle Bavarian tunes, then someone ceremoniously tapped the first barrel of beer and that was that – the excuse being it’s not a true\u00a0Flo\u00dffahrt experience unless you have a pure Bavarian bier in hand! \u00a0 I didn’t hear anyone complaining too loudly about it, and before too long, as is the natural progression of such things, everybody felt like they had known each other for years.<\/p>\n

On we glided past yet more spectacular scenery, and as the day progressed and the sun got higher in the sky (and as the people around me got pinker and pinker still) I was suddenly grateful for that pub umbrella – especially as one of those types of English people that the German’s lovingly term “shade lovers”. \u00a0 Thankfully though, more leafy shade was in sight as a little like an oasis appearing on the horizon, we found ourselves stopping off at a beautiful riverside bier garten for lunch (included in the price!) along with the passengers from the other rafts. \u00a0 You don’t see much of the other rafts by the way, there’s usually plenty of space between them… \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 It was interesting to note the mix of people – from the traditionally dressed (and by now perspiring!) to the not so, and the rather reserved, to the definitely not so…<\/p>\n

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parked up for lunch…<\/em><\/p>\n

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Obazda for lunch – a kind of Bavarian Cheese spread, served with plenty of fresh pretzels<\/em><\/p>\n

After around an hour and a half, and with bellies full, it was time to get back on board for the remainder of our journey (at just over 28km, this day can last several hours!) with a couple of surprises in store!… \u00a0 \u00a0Somewhere in my archives my PC has eaten a few of the videos that I took of this next part of the adventure (if I can ever find them, I will update this post) and as much as I had heard rumours about it beforehand, I wasn’t quite prepared for the almost immediate descent via 365 metre long, 18 metre high raft slide (the longest in Europe in fact!) as our raft switched from river to canal for the next section of our trip. \u00a0 \u00a0It had all the anticipation of a roller-coaster and the screams and laughter to match as we splashed down into the waiting canal. \u00a0 \u00a0There are two more smaller slides in this section of the journey, but the first slide was by far the best!<\/p>\n

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Just before the first slide, you can just about see the drop to the bottom left of the picture\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

And then back to the serenity of the river, and the by now not so serene passengers, many of whom cooled off for a swim in the crystal clear waters (I was staying under that umbrella) for a swim alongside our raft, and our crew who were busy navigating us past trickier sections of river (look out for the Georgenstein, complete with St George on the top – this is particularly dangerous section that has to be carefully navigated – no swimming here!), accompanied by the Oompah band who were now taking requests and were busy playing anything from The Beatles to Queen… Incidentally, I am guessing that the ancient law that it was a punishable offence to transport intoxicated passengers has long long been forgotten.<\/p>\n

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The infamous Georgenstein complete with ancient St. George\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

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By now we were gradually edging closer into Munich, and the quiet countryside gradually gave way to more buildings and more and more people along the riverbanks. \u00a0 It’s not uncommon to experience Flo\u00dffahrt pirates as you get closer into town, as a few boys chance their arms climbing on board to see if you have any bier left – it’s all part of the tradition, and anyway they were unlucky on our raft, as by now all barrels were empty! \u00a0Until eventually the raft passed into the very edges of the Englischer Garten at Thalkirken.<\/p>\n

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And there our journey ended. \u00a0The guys took the raft apart again to be hauled onto the waiting lorry, and we dispersed into Munich and beyond with great memories of a brilliant day out. \u00a0 \u00a0Something definitely not to be missed if you are visiting Bavaria this summer, or any summer come to think of it.<\/p>\n