Tuesday, April 03, 2007

Rural Germany & Sarah the Glass Blower

On Monday Morning, after the now customary coffee on an old-town-square, while the girls chase pigeons or sticks around the fountain, we headed off into rural Germany in search of a glass factory near the Czech border. After we got off the main freeway, the breath taking views were around every corner. This area of Bavaria, pretty much from Regensburg to the border is known as Beyerischer Wald (Bavarian Forrests).


Throughout the whole area, there are castles scattered about as well as traditional glass blowing factories. We picked the biggest one that was on the map and set course for it, arriving somewhere close to lunch time. According to the tourist pamphlet that we picked up at the hotel, there was supposed to be some live demos of the traditional glass blowing crafts here and it took us a really long time to find it. It turned out to be tucked in some old wooden hut at the far corner of this "glass factory town". There was a kiln in the middle of the room and a bench along the wall with all the tourists watching eagerly from the edge.

(Let me deviate for a while ... The whole trip, our two girls have been a complete hit. They have been given gifts by passing locals on whim just because they look so cute.) So, on entering the little wooden hut, I could see the glass maker noticing Amber & Sarah, pulling faces at them occasionaly, getting great reactions from them on-cue. So, when the time was right, he requested that Sarah be his little helper for his demo. After the German didn't work so well on her, he switched to a very basic version of English and was delighted to extract from her that he had such an exotic a helper as one from South Africa (of all places). Well, Sarah did us all very proud. She navigated the glass blowing sticks like a natural!



She even managed to blow into the pipe on cue.


In case you are wondering, the finished product of her labour was a large glass ball and as reward for her efforts, she came home with a glass horse which has a very proud place on her bedside table.

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