Rain, rain, rain, with a forecast of rain and thunder and lightning. I'm a big fan of thunder and lightning, but not of being up Alps during them. So still no marmots, is what I'm saying. The sneaky rodents have called on their sneaky rodent weather-gods to thwart me, possibly.
On the up side, I'm swimming in amazing bacon products. Mmm. If I were a pig, I'd want to go to Bavaria when I died. They do wonderful things to dead pigs here.
Right. Off to Lindau, in the rain. Bye for now.