Bolzano

[laughs]

... which we discovered on a recent episode, so I was glad to see they're enjoying Anthony Bourdain's biopic in, in, uh, Bolzano specifically.

Okay.

Yeah.

Thence up a toilsome valley I journeyed to the unpeasant country, valley where indeed I saw my white mountains, but alas, no longer celestial, for it rained like Westmoreland for five endless days, while I kicked my heels in and in, and turned a canter of Aristo into halting English couplets.

By and by it cleared, and I headed westward towards Bozen, among the tangle of rocks where the dwarf king had once his rose garden.

The first night I had no inn, but slept in the vile cabin of a forester, who spoke a tongue half Latin, half Dutch, which I failed to master.

The next day was a blaze of heat.

Ötzi the Iceman was found sticking out of a glacier in the Ötzi Valley.

He now lives in a special viewing case kept at minus six degrees and 99% humidity in a museum in Bolzano in Italy.

In his mid-forties, Ötzi was a decent age for a copper-aged man.

He was slim, about 1.6 metres tall, with dark hair and dark eyes.

Thence up a toilsome valley I journeyed to the unpeasant country, valley where indeed I saw my white mountains, but alas, no longer celestial, for it rained like Westmoreland for five endless days, while I kicked my heels in and in, and turned a canter of Aristo into halting English couplets.

By and by it cleared, and I headed westward towards Bozen, among the tangle of rocks where the dwarf king had once his rose garden.

The first night I had no inn, but slept in the vile cabin of a forester, who spoke a tongue, half Latin, half Dutch, which I failed to master.

The next day was a blaze of heat.

And the only thing left to do was to drive to the station of San Michele, a three hours journey, on the chance of getting a passenger train there.

Those who had sufficient money drove in their own motor car-- motors or hired from Bozen or Trent.

The people of Malvano were already reaping a profit for-- from the state of war.

Rustic mule carts and donkey carts were let out at fan-- were lent out at fantastic prices.

But such is war, the very epitome of all human vileness.

Rudy insisted on being conveyed to Vienna, as he did not want to risk falling into the hands of the Italians.

It was also reported that the Italians had occupied the old German towns of Bozen and Merend and that even Innsbruck was not safe from them.

Where was it all going to end? I soothed Lisbeth's agitation with hackneyed phrases to the effect that things might be worse and that one must be thankful for small mercies.