I was with a group of people. They all decided to walk up to the Schloss. I took the tram. Which meant I had a crazy experience no one else in my group had: There were two huge groups on the bus, plus me. One group was a bunch of Japanese couples (who all seem to go on honeymoon together – odd), the other was a bunch of well-to-do middle-aged Italian women. Two very different groups, and little old American white gal me. So we head up the mountain – very fast. The driver clearly has done this more than once…today. He whips around sharp corners and breakneck speed. On one side of me, loud, raucous Italian women who whooped and screamed at every turn. On the other side, cautious, polite, Japanese tourists with white knuckles and whiter eyes. I’m fairly certain they were more afraid of the Italians than of the mountain! And there’s me, standing up in the middle, holding on to a bar, trying desperately not to laugh out loud. We got to the top, piled out, and got one of the best views in the area, because the bus lets you out above the two schloss across from each other. Great view! I walked down, snapping pics all the way.