Here’s the fourth and final installment in my round-up of the ways that we’re tweaking our tours to maximize experience in 2010: I believe that because our Best of the Adriatic tour is heavy on coastal towns, we end up rushing the powerful side-trip into Bosnia-Herzegovina, and don’t go into Montenegro at all. For me, Mostar is a highlight, and a trip into Montenegro would be touristic bushwhacking — which is a big part of what ETBD is all about. But you just can’t offer and sell a tour to Croatia without visiting the fabled Dalmatian Islands. As our itinerary stands now, we sail, have a long stop in Hvar, and spend two nights and an easy day (like a “vacation from our vacation”) in Korcula. Then, after a long day driving, we arrive in Mostar after lunch, and have the rest of the day there. We leave Mostar the next morning for an exciting drive through the relatively wild and completely untouristed Serb part of Bosnia-Herzegovina to get to Dubrovnik.
My sales staff weighed in on this, reminding me that if we add two days to the tour, it will be much more difficult to sell. (Tour length is a critical part of the sales decision-making process.) Given that this tour can’t be longer than two weeks and still sell well in here in the country with the shortest vacations in the rich world (USA), we agreed that for now there was no way to smartly extend the time in Mostar, and that Montenegro isn’t worth cutting existing stops out. I’m still frustrated with this, but we’ll have to go with our existing plan for 2010.
When our Germany, Austria, and Switzerland tour guides reported that a spa visit in Baden-Baden was no longer a part of our itinerary, I was disappointed. To me, Americans are childishly prudish when it comes to enjoying baths in Europe where the dress code is just a towel. This prudishness gets stronger (and makes more sense to me) when the Americans would be getting naked not just with a bunch of European strangers, but with fellow members of their own tour group…including tour buddies of the opposite sex. Much as I wish all Americans could experience the baths in a German spa resort, I finally agreed with my guides that you just can’t build it in as a group activity. So, while I encouraged the guides to recommend this experience, taking the spa is something people will have the option to do on their free time in Baden-Baden (likely sneaking in at a time when they expect nobody else from their group will be there).
Also in Germany, Trier is a fine stop, but I had a problem with giving it nearly a day and a half at the expense of the nearby Mosel River (which hosts my favorite castle, Burg Eltz, and the vineyard tranquility and river-town charm that many dream of — but never find — along the Rhine). So, in Trier, we decided to cut into a leisurely free day to create itinerary space for a long and beautiful day exploring the Mosel River. For 2010, we’ll drive up the meandering river, skip Cochem but have lunch in sleepy little Beilstein (where I go to convalesce when really fried with my work in Europe), then tour Burg Eltz, before catching the autobahn back to Trier in time for dinner.
In Vienna, Art Nouveau sights are trendy. But I learned that the consequence of our guides’ passion for Vienna’s organic and leafy architecture was that the Habsburg palace visit became a “free time option.” (Free time is vital for a good tour. But I’m skeptical about relegating great sights to “free time options,” as they often get beat out by easier, lighter activities — like shopping, laundry, and snoozing.) I may just be the world’s biggest Habsburg fan, and this was their capital for centuries, making Vienna the eastern rival of Paris in Europe. The Habsburgs had two palaces that attempt to outdo Versailles: Schönbrunn and the Hofburg. While Schönbrunn, the summer palace in a gilded park on the edge of town, is the most visually striking from the exterior, the Hofburg — right in the town center and an easy walk from other tour activities — is just as splendid on the inside and comes with a gob-smacking treasury, Vienna Boy’s Choir lore, and the Spanish Riding School. In 2010, we will do the Hofburg justice, and let Art Nouveau (whoever he is) just deal with it.
I am fascinated that British travelers make a virtual pilgrimage to France’s Dordogne to celebrate the force-feeding of the geese and, once the geese are slaughtered, to eat their huge and tasty livers — and yet, many Americans think the whole process should be outlawed. Few American anti-foie gras activists consider actually visiting a goose farm to talk with the owner and hang around for meal time (never much of a wait) to see the forced feeding. I have a favorite goose farm where our tour members could actually witness la gavage, as pulling the goose’s neck up and filling its belly with corn is called (the process reminds me of transferring cereal from one box to another). Our French guides were all for the visit, but when considering our itinerary, being there during hours the farm is formally welcoming the public would rush our Dordogne River canoe trip. I enjoy the canoe experience even more than a Mr. Rogers-type visit to a goose farm. I encouraged my staff to keep the canoe time sacred and beg the farmers — for the love of goose-liver pâté — to let us visit outside of regular hours. If that doesn’t work, we’ll visit an alternate farm, and have both wonderful French experiences as part of our tours in 2010.
Surveying all these changes, I’m satisfied that our 2010 tour will be more experience-packed than ever. I hope you’ll agree.