We got to the Munich rail terminal an hour early and there was on hand a Salzburg train huffing and puffing. “Why not hop on this one, I mused, thus breaking a cardinal rule of never hop a train unless absolutely sure.
We got as far as Chiemsee -- halfway to Salzburg -- and, with motions and words, the conductor indicated "end of the line." He pointed to a bus in front of the station.
“Salzburg?” I asked the bus driver. He jerked his thumb, sort of indicating “get on.”
Well, the bus drove for an hour and a half through the backroads of a huge slice of south Germany, and then went into a bus park and sat...and sat...and sat. Salzburg? I asked, and the driver pointed to the bahnhof (rail station) across the street.
This was getting ridiculous. Salzburg is 100 miles from Munich and we've made three changes and seen much of Bavaria. We trudged with our baggage into the bahnhof -- which was, of course, closed at the ticket window for Sunday. I asked someone on the platform and he indicated (I think) next train. When the train rolled in, the conductor said it was a train to Berchtesgaden. We were to wait for the following train.
Finally the next, next train got us to Salzburg about an hour later than the one we should have taken, had I not jumped on the false train an hour early.
Just in time to catch the Mozart concert in Salzburg and a meal with white wine dispensed from a weinhaber (see picture).