9-2 Romantic Road, Rottenburg
		I left Bacharach on the 5:41 am train to Frankfurt and then caught a bus down the Romantic Road.  This is an old trading route that Victor Hugo made famous in the late 1800's after visiting here. It's touristy but surprisingly affordable.
							Right before Rotenburg we stopped to get a quick view of the city.  I love being the tall one. It's great to see a bunch of Japanese travelling on their own and these guys are brave since English doesn't come easy for them.
		My bus was all Japanese, I was the only American (kind of) on it.  We had a good time and stopped a few times to look around.  I can't even remember the names of most of the towns because there were so many
							I was fascinated by Rotenburg's Crime and punishment museum.  They had every manner of pulling peoples limbs off, poking, drowning instruments and the like.  These aren't ordinary wheels, these are used to ride over someone to cut them up and then you were supposed to lace the body parts through the spokes.  I mean this stuff really happened.
		Rotenburg was attacked a bunch of times but didn't fall for about 500 years.  This was a rich city because it was at the intersection of the trading routes between Hamburg and Venice and Paris and the East.
							Ok, here is my cause of shame in Rottenburg, Schneebalens or Snowballs, a Rottenburg dessert speciality. Beaten, fried egg yolks, dipped in Vanilla, chocolate, caramel, sugar, or all of the above.  My heart ground to a halt after eating one but it was worth it.
		The museum had all of these shame masks for being dissorderly, drunk, adulterous, you name it, they had a mask for it.  This one was for a female that talked too much, notice the big ears and big mouth. No comment.
							Market Square Rotenburg at night.  Here's a hint, a bunch of places are very touristy but if you spend a night, the town is all yours.  No crime in Rotenburg and this place is surprisingly cheap.  My room was 21 euros for a big double including breakfast.  I can't live that cheaply at home.
		This is the entrance to the moat of the city. Out of the face on the wall in front, you can poor hot oil on your buddy if you don't want to let them in.  Bell goes off, you better be inside the walls in an hour or you are hosed.  Rottenburg was never broken into until during the 30 years war in ~1610 when the guy protecting the powder keg couldn't see one night and little match.  The explosion was so large that it blew a hole in the wall. They never had a chance to ask the guy what he was thinking.  The dude on the right is the one in Rick's Germany videos. He has a good gig, does 2 one hour tours a day during the summer and that's it, that's his job.