First off, anyone who can place the title with a character and a film, needs to get out more.
We were back on the autobahns and eating up the miles, the weather had cooled so the windows were up, the car was holding together so we allowed our speed to creep up, 125mph was sustained for a while until our nerve regarding the welded wheel bearing, oil leak and the dwindling fuel supply persuaded us to return to a more sedate 85 - 90, hell if its going to let go at 70 it will still be a mess so why be scarred.
In time the Alps appeared on the horizon, majestic, snow capped and beautiful, and hiding in them somewhere was the Neuschwanstein, our first detour of the day, apparently it was well worth an hour or two before we thought about camping and the Stelvio Pass.
Our borrowed sat nav did not seem able to find the Neuschwanstein, no matter what we tapped in garbage came out, this was possibly not helped by the fact we did not really now how to spell it, so armed with several maps written in German we turned off the Autobahn at what we felt was a realistic point and headed into the Mountains.
We drove up passes and down passes, we did U turns, we started again, we pulled over and looked at the maps again, we each looked at a different map in case the other person had made a mistake, then we swapped the maps back. We were sure we must have been a nats whisker away but try as we might, the castle eluded us.
Unlike the rain, that had hunted us down and now followed us on every road, pass and valley, occasionally the rain would succumb and allow it's good friends mist and fog to join in whilst it went off to get its strength back. By now the car was misting up nicely and the damp air was mixing with the damp sweaty bodies of the occupants, opening a window simply allowed more rain to poor in, it was turning into a long day...
