|The Friesacher Hotel, Salzburg|
Outstanding breakfast buffet!
|Mozart composed The Magic Flute on this instrument|
|Ceramic room heater in the Mozart House|
|Coat of arms of Leonhard von Keutschach|
I love the turnip
|Market produce, Salzburg|
|The local beer, Salzburg|
Visitors enter the mine as modern miners did, wearing white, hooded uniforms (provided by the mine for the tour, ill-fitting and probably unnecessary, but part of the fun) and on a small-gauge railway with no cars, straddling a metal beam (there are no seats), everyone pushed close together in seated single file, and then move further underground on a series of wooden slides, polished with use. Both the fast-moving train and the slides were a hit, with shouts of "Wheee..." echoing through the mine shafts as we raced through the dimly lit tunnels on the train, each holding on to the closest passenger in front of us, or on the slides. Once underground at mining levels, a slow boat takes visitors across one of several underground lakes, remnants of the slurry-based mining process (the 100-yard trip a bit comically dramatized with colored lights and incongruous music). Walking about a mile through the tunnels to the exit point takes visitors across the Austrian–German border underground and back again, no passport required.
|Wooden slides in the salt mine|