by Trekki
Ok, lean back, close your eyes and recall what your mind’s eye imagines of Germany. What do you see? Lovely picturesque castles, wine villages, happy people, lovely wine, marvellous landscape? Good, and yes, correct for most of Germany. What the marketing subjects (= who have invented Drosselgasse as a must-see) won’t tell you is that you won’t be alone in Drosselgasse. Besides you it will be gazillions of other people who were taken by this clever marketing strategy and came to see the famous Drosselgasse. You will be squeezed into this Drosselgasse, it will be worse than the poor life of a poor sardine in a lousy tiny bin. You will sweat, you will be kicked into any of your body parts by the moving masses around you almost every second. You will feel that you must be constantly alert and watch your belongings. You cannot decide to stop here or there for closer looks because the steamrolling mass behind you will simply not allow this. When you are hungry and have developed enough power to break through this wobbling steamrolling mass of people and eventually find yourself in one of Drosselgasse’s wine pubs, you will get average if not unlovingly thrown on plate meals and when you want to pay you eventually realise that there is nothing left in your budget for an ice cream.
Are you still sure that you want to visit famous Drosselgasse? Really sure??? Ok, go and have your ultimate painful experience. Don’t say that no one warned you. And don’t even dare to complaint that Germany is ripp off. This Drosselgasse is not Germany. It has as much to do with Germany as a cow can travel on the moon. It is only one clever marketing strategy of some subjects.
Don't go! What did I write above, lol?
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Alternatives? As much as gazillions of other people will end up in Drosselgasse as much gazillions of other lovely, picturesque, charming villages are just a stone throw away from Rüdesheim where you will not be squeezed to death and where at the end of a meal you have enough left of your budget to buy yourself an ice cream for the next several weeks.
There is Eltville, there is Assmannshausen, there is Oestrich Winkel, there is any other wine village in this part of Hessen, Rheingau, where you can have all this. But not in Drosselgasse.
And who knows? Maybe you find your personal treasure box village and street with wine pubs, come home and can tell all your friends and family about how lovely Rheinhessen was and how excellent the meals and wines. And tell them: don't you ever go to Drosselgasse.
My photo.... no, I haven't been there. But I was in a cute exhibition about travel souvenirs of the seventies of last century. During that time, these kind of wooden souvenirs were extremely popular. Flat wood, and a painting of the destination. One of these was with... you guessed, Drosselgasse. And if the painter has reflected the crowds of the seventies, add 100 times more people and you get the picture as it would be by now......
