Dave Mac wrote:The schapps is Krautinger, Em. It is the local drink, made from a small turnip. The Wildschoenaers are very proud of their Krautinger, and are very offended when I refuse. It tastes foul, although I am told that by the third one, the world looks like a better place. Well I think the world is all right as it is.
You can still taste it two days later.
Yup. I didn't want to give the secret away :lol: We got given two bottles to bring home - one for little bruv and GF, and one for me and MrEvs. Walter told us not to drink it 'for leisure' though. For anyone looking to buy some while they're there apparently you have to go to
Oberau to get it. Oh and you pronounce the 't' as a 'd', I'm told it means something else otherwise. Also, if you are there, ill, and decide to go for that instead of traditional medicine I take no responsibility whatsoever for your decision. Anyone who plumps for local tradition and culture over scientific medicine does so at their own risk. You should also be near to a toilet incase it's promptly ejected. Apparently if nothing comes out of either end in 40 mins then you're on your way back to the land of the living. :D
P.S. The nice lady in the pharmacy also wrote instructions on the boxes in english for us, because all the innards were in german.