Having travelled 96 kms and tiring fast I asked a nice lady about accomodation. She pointed nervously at the road leading up the mountain to Schloss Wildenstein and wished my a good night. I started pushing my bike in the direction she had indicated, 6kms up hill to Lieblingen - every good castle has a village to keep it supplied. When I passed through it was dark and all sensible people were safely behind locked doors. So I rode on.
There is Castle Wildenstein at the very top if you look closely
Finally a few lights marked the road as the dark shape of the castle came into view. Crossing the moat instead of a warm welcome, I spied the note that said "Ring this number". Some children answered, likely left over from a Hansel and Gretel fairy tale, but then a lady advised that her husband would be there in 10 minutes.
When Peter arrived he didn´t look like Gene Wilder, sporting a pony tale rather than frizzy hair but then all leading characters have to move with the times. He opened the door with a large metal key and lead me across a courtyard, where I left my bike, up some stairs, across another courtyard, through an archway, up some more stairs and finally into reception.
He took my details and showed me to my room, adding comments like " we don´t get many visitors this time of year", then left promising to return for breakfast in the morning.
He said that there was one other guest but I never saw him, just hearing a few scuffling noises every now and again. So I settled in and waited for Marty Feldman to appear. He never did. Probably off shooting a remake of Blazing Saddles.
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