After arriving in Fussen we accompanied a seperate group of ladies, whom also spoke Japanese, in addition to both being english majors. They were planning on overnighting at a local hostel; and after 20-30 seconds of contemplation we decided to scrap our original plan of managing our way bnack to munich and on to austria via the railway in exchange for sticking around to explore the country side.
We attempted to contact the owner of the hostel at which the Taiwanese & Chinese women were going to be residing to limited avail. By 5pm (when the owners returned to the property we were informed they were at capacity, but arrainged a alternative stay at a hostel some 6km outside of town.
After touring the village with Dana and Gladis (the assumed english names of the two) and randomly taking an impromptu trail-blazing to the river (just the squirrel) we set down for some food and drink ata quaint little cafe of sorts. We contacted Christian (the owner of the second hostle) and he was gracious enough to give us a lift to his place.
Upon our arrival there were 3 or 4 people gathered around a fire pit infront of a circa 1800's building. Christian was very relieved to be able to partake in the festivites with the others around the fire (he had abstained from drinking until he had provided us our ride). By now it was 9pm, and we were plied into reveling as well.
Christian had his own special selection of beer produced by a very small local brewer, in addition to some very rustic cognac. we retired for the night around 11:30.
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