I saw this articule in the New York Times and I couldn't resist myself of posting it here, it's so accurate and well written that you must read it, so here it is.
IT'S nowhere near high noon, but a tough-looking hombre in a black
leather vest, black stovepipe pants and a black cowboy hat is
sauntering down the dusty length of a frontier Main Street, a gun belt
slung low on his hips.
He strolls past the sheriff's office,
the Palace Hotel and a saddled horse hitched loosely to a wooden
railing, then pauses for a moment at the broad covered porch of the
Black Bison Saloon.
Entering, he strides up to the bar and places his order.
''Ein bier, bitte.''
This
is Pullman City, a theme park in southern Germany where more than a
million visitors a year step out of 21st-century Europe into an
American Wild West fantasyland of stagecoaches, gunfighters, mountain
men and Indians.
Set on 50 rolling acres a two-hour drive
northeast of Munich, near the Bavarian town of Eging am See, Pullman
City is a compendium of mythic iconography engrained in the global
psyche by well over a century of hugely popular adventure stories,
movies, television shows and traveling Wild West extravaganzas.
Main
Street features covered plank sidewalks, double-decker railings and
cutout clapboard facades. Outside the sheriff's office, the town
marshal, Big Joe -- a Turkish-born character actor little more than
three feet tall -- obligingly poses for photos, pointing his six-gun at
guests and ordering ''Hände hoch!'' (''Hands up!'')
A stockaded
fort ''guards'' one end of town; at the other stands a tiny
white-washed church, Boot Hill cemetery and a covered rodeo arena. The
surrounding woodland conceals a rough-hewn facsimile of a frontier
trading post, and pathways through the towering pines lead past a
cluster of tepees to a gold mining camp where, for $3.70 (at $1.25 to
the euro), kids can splash in a pond and pan for something that
glitters.
Nearby, in the cool dimness of a Mandan Indian-style
earth lodge, Hunting Wolf, who is described as a half-Cheyenne French
citizen, holds forth. Part shaman and part showman, his face painted
and his long, flowing hair pulled back, he plays soothing music on an
American Indian flute, leads ''Indian meditation'' sessions and
presents daily programs on American Indian culture.
Here and
there a painted totem pole or a clutch of fluttering American flags
poke up, and souvenir shops and concession stands proffer cowboy
clothes, Western trinkets, Indian jewelry and enchiladas -- as well as
beer, bratwurst and giant German pretzels.
Pullman City was
founded in 1997 by a group of Germans who had already staged a series
of successful Wild West shows and competitions. Pullman, I was told
during my first two-day visit last summer, is a type of fancy Western
saddle.
Both a resort and a roadside attraction, the complex
offers a broad spectrum of entertainment from shooting galleries to
lavish music hall productions, country and western concerts, rodeos and
even biker rallies and Civil War re-enactments. Almost all the visitors
are German; the handful of Americans include members of the military
stationed in Germany.
Guests are encouraged to regard
themselves as an interactive part of a ''living'' Western town, and not
just passive spectators. Pets are permitted, and overnight visitors can
stay in Main Street's hotel or rent funky log cabins and even tepees on
the grounds. The park swarms with children whooping it up in cowboy
suits and war paint.
It's not just kids, though, who get into
the spirit. I saw an astonishing number of adults strolling about in
buckskins, calico, feathered headdresses and even buttock-baring
breechcloths, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
I have to admit, the mood was infectious.
AS
I watched a Daniel Boone clone exchange pleasantries with a stout blond
woman dressed head to toe in beaded buckskin, I felt an unexpected
surge of satisfaction that I was wearing a set of turquoise earrings I
had bought from a Navajo craftsman in Santa Fe. Maybe, I thought, I'd
check out the shops and pick up a bandanna. (When I made a return visit
to Pullman City six weeks or so later, I made sure to take along an old
fringed leather jacket and a pair of cowboy boots I hadn't worn in 20
years.)
RUTH ELLEN GRUBER is working on a book about the Wild West scene in Europe.