I slowly eat my Regensburger sausage, then rise for a last look around before trotting the five blocks back to the train station.
I spy an empty bus bearing the words HBF waiting by the curb and recall that my train ticket gives me access to city buses. I walk up and asked the driver: “Hauptbahnhof?” He nods, so I flash my ticket, hop aboard and say, ”Danke!”
As I prepare to debark at the train station, the driver asks me a question in rapid-fire German. I try explaining, in Deutsch, that I really only speak a little German and could he please speak English. This, however, seems only to confuse him, having already heard me speak German.
I flounder around trying to explain in broken English and German, but this doesn’t really accomplish much. Compounding the issue is the fact that my backpack is emblazoned with “Bauman” – a very German name. I’m really frustrated that I can’t communicate, but perhaps it should be a compliment – apparently what little I did speak was pretty convincing.
Now, to locate the right bus to take me back to Munich!
Since the Regensburg tracks are under repair, the train schedules with their track numbers are useless. I face a parking lot full of greyhound buses. The buses simply have numbers, not destinations. Thinking that my bus is to leave in five minutes, I don‘t have time to sit back and observe.
After walking past all the buses once, I really don’t want to do it again looking like the obviously lost traveler that I am. I take a stab in the dark and ask a bus driver, ”Munchen?” He shakes his head and points toward a bank of three buses. How helpful. All of them, or just one? The first bus driver answers in the affirmative, so I climb aboard.
Munich, here I come!
Regensburg in one hour, on foot. I’m satisfied.
My time here feels somewhat surreal. I would love to be able to fully explore the city, but I’ve learned that something is better than nothing. If I am given a chance to eat a sausage from the oldest sausage maker in the world, you bet I‘ll seize the opportunity!
So what I only got to spend one hour in Regensburg? It was a very rich hour, and who knows when or if I will ever be able to visit again…