We had heard that St Goar was the town of deadly folklore.According to legend, a beautiful female who, sitting on the cliff above the Rhine and combing her golden hair, unwittingly distracted sailors with her beauty and song, causing them to crash on the rocks. This was my kind of town! We booked a B&B online, 2 nights in the witch town. As we made our way through, we stopped at Boppard for a cup of hot chocolate. This really is a gorgeous town. We did some shopping at the Christmas market and listened to the marching band go by.
We then walked to the Sesselbahn, which is an amazing chairlift to the top of a mountain. The weather change was dramatic. It was cold and misty at the top, so it was back to jerseys and beanies! The view at the top was amazing! We ate some pea soup at the restaurant, then made our way back down.
When we arrived in St Goar, we were happy with the location of our B&B. That is where the positive remarks stop. We should have got the first clue to escape when we walked in to find swords and rifles all over the walls. There were witch puppets hanging everywhere in a creepy-when-not-halloween kind of way. We hauled our panniers up the the 2nd floor, and each bedroom had a witch hanging outside the door. The floors were slanted, and my friend got bed bugs. We were booked for 2 nights, but when we awoke the next morning we decided to cut our St Goar trip short.
It was my Birthday, and we decided to start the day by going to the Rheinfels castle. I was hoping that the castle was going to be more decorated as it was when in use, but it was just a ruin. The views were incredible. We took the little train from the town center up to the castle, and spent about an hour walking around the grounds. When we eventually came back down, we stopped at the cuckoo shop to have a quick peek at the master carvings. I am glad we spent just one night in St Goar, as I felt that we had seen everything that was important on our list.
We headed off onwards towards Bacharach, cycling with my birthday banner attached to my panniers. The sun had some out and the jersey had come off. It was starting to feel like summer!