Following on from my dance amongst the floating noggins,
I proceeded outside to explore.
And like every good exotic cheese induced dream, there was a magic well just outside my door.
Of course I leaned too far............
I landed with a flub on top of a mole in lederhosen .
He threw a sausage at me and sped away on a bizarre contraption.
I followed (well wouldn't you?) and found myself in a beautiful village.
The strains of yodeling hit my ears and everyone was dancing in the streets.
Bavarian beauties were balancing beers and puppets paraded pompously.
Yet there was not an Alp to be seen.
Curious and curiouser.
I needed a cup of tea, a Bex and a good lie down.
However due to an absence of open cafes and pharmacies (the vendors all indulging themselves in a good rendition of the chicken dance) and a distinct lack of a suitable place to recline,
I instead joined a befuddled little man in an oversized hat, a crazed rabbit and a comatose rodent for a feast of blutwurst, weisswurst, liverwurst, knackwurst, Conchita Wurst, wurstwurst, vienna sausage and sauerkraut.
I decided my next quest would be to locate antacids.........
Hahndorf, South Australia - September 2014