Schnitzel, Beer and Peace


Another “Blast from the Past” type post and this one actually continues from the post “Barter Trade“.

It was 1983 and I spent that summer backpacking and train jumping through Europe.  I had traveled as far north as Bergen, Norway and  as far east as Plitvice Lakes in the then Yugoslavia.  Now returning from Yugoslavia, I made my way to Vienna and Salzburg in Austria.  On the train, I met up with Kate, an Aussie “sheila” (Aussie slang for “woman/girl”) who was also traveling alone.

Our timing was not great though.  Pope John Paul II was due to visit Vienna on a four day trip starting on the 10th of September.  Although we were there almost a week ahead, accommodation of all types were already hard to find due to the large influx of Catholic faithful and pilgrims.  In fact the first morning there was spent entirely on trying to find accommodation for the next three days.  In the end, we had to stay in different places on each of those days, moving from one place to another.  The one positive thing was that in the midst of the accommodation hunting, we hooked up with Gai, another Aussie Sheila.

And so we spent most of the next three days exploring Vienna as an unlikely trio.  We made a good team. Kate could be counted on to find great shopping, Gai was an expert at finding coffee and cakes and I was the only one who could actually read a map and navigate to the sights.

Still, it was sometimes the case of the blind leading the blind.  One evening, after sight seeing, we found ourselves in a working class part of town and with the intent of escaping the tourist traps and finding “authentic” Vienna, we ended up in one we surmised to be the local “dive”.  It was a sort of neighborhood pub that also served traditional Austrian food like the famous Vienna Schnitzel (an escalope of veal or pork which is covered with breadcrumbs and fried).

Anyway, we were enjoying our meal and quaffing our local beers and although some of the crowd in the bar looked a bit rough and ready, they kept to themselves and did not bother us.  Of course, I wasn’t expecting anyone to bother me but it would not have been unforeseen for someone to hit on my two attractive traveling companions.

What was totally unforeseen however was what happened next.  An elderly man got up from where he had been sitting alone.  He looked frail and very dependent on his walking stick for support.  Yet when he came near our table, he seemed to be empowered with excitement and fervour and proceeded to use his heavy wooden walking stick to prod me in the ribs.  At the same time, his eyes seem bright with passion as he asked us in a surprisingly strong voice, “Hitler …… gud,ya!?!?”

I was shocked by the walking stick in my ribs and further confused by what he had said.  Was he asking a question or making a statement?  My first natural reaction was to look blankly like a squirrel caught in the headlights of a car.  He persisted with another painful nudge in my ribs.  He stood there quivering with emotion and asked in a louder but cracked voice, “Hitler ……GUD, ya!?!”

The girls kept quiet and so it was left to me to respond.  I looked around the bar, there were a lot of large, Teutonic giants looking back at us.  It was 1983.  The Second World War had ended 38 years ago.  Nazism was a thing of the past, right?  Yet, sitting there in that bar, it did not feel so.  I felt like a dumb lamb in a den of wolves.

Not being the hero type ……..uh, I mean  to say that I was not willing to endanger my female companions.  Yes, that’s what I mean.  Yeah.  Anyway, I decided to take the Chamberlain approach and made a wishy-washy gesture of appeasement.  I looked the old codger in the eye  and bravely said, “Hitler ……sometimes good but sometimes bad.”

Yes, yes, I know.  What a cowardly cop out but I wasn’t up to having my head bashed in.  Anyway, the man just stood there looking at us as we hurriedly paid our bills and scooted out of that establishment into the relative safety of the dark streets.

Until now I am uncertain if that man was truly a fervent Nazi supporter or was he just testing us or was he just a screw loose.  I’d like to think that a minute after we skedaddled out of there, the whole bar burst out in laughter and congratulated  Old Kurt for playing that practical joke on yet another gang of gullible tourists.  Perhaps behind the bar or on the men’s room door, another stick man is etched into the wood.  Just a couple more and Old Kurt would have shot down twenty tourists.

Kate Doing the Tourist Thing on the Steps of the Belvedere Gallery
The View of Belvedere Gardens that Kate was Trying to Take
A Traditional Bavarian Family Outing on a Sunday
Pretty Bavarian Girls in Traditional Outfits
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6 thoughts on “Schnitzel, Beer and Peace”

  1. Hi LGS!

    Been a long time since I’ve left a comment for you – though I read all of your posts. I enjoyed this post – indeed a blast from the past, especially as translated through your great photos. Dated as they look, the sense of adventure and travel is well communicated as I look at the the ladies in their traditional garb, and the beautiful statue of the… um, harpy? Griffin? I can’t tell. I love it though – and wow, you are so well traveled. I don’t know how you managed to hit so many destinations, but I’ve always wanted to visit Norway. How was it? My sweetie is in Iceland for the past month, taking his Mother to visit for the funeral of her brother who passed away. I wish I could have joined them, but somebody has to hold down the salt mines… Your stories are always so interesting and down to earth. Thanks!

  2. Hi Terry,
    Sorry for the lost of your uncle. I read your post on him. The statue in the picture is the Austrian rendition of the Sphinx. Quite sexy looking. I was only in Norway for 3 nights and it was raining most of the time. But I would readily go again if the cost was not so prohibitive. I don’t know if you saw one of my older posts which was a tribute to Iceland? If you haven’t, do have a look at the video and tell me what you think. (https://lgsquirrel.wordpress.com/2010/08/18/keeping-warm-on-winter-nights/)

  3. What’s the most interesting is that it doesn’t matter now if he was crazy or serious or joking. What’s interesting is that a small encounter left a permanent interesting memory in your head. That’s the good part of life. And I love the pictures!

  4. geewits,
    I guess what really matters was getting out of there intact and having good memories instead of being a memory! I am glad you like the pictures. It was an early effort with an Olympus OM 10 manual camera. Had to scan and adjust the colors though as they had grown yellow with age.

  5. secret agent,
    I was freaked out!!!! But I would have thought that being a secret agent, you would have calmly sedated the man with a tranquilizer dart from your lipstick holder. 🙂

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