Category: Cycling

Gently down hill.  Rather arse shredding gravel paths down hill.  Lovely variety of crops and places hugging the Danube. Which is getting exponentially larger. The towns are immaculate and give the air of being prosperous.

One of the group had a tyre blow.  I’ll follow him for luck: they were less than 1k from a good bike shop.  New tyre and motoring. 

Today marked the crossover with the Athens to Amsterdam ride of 2019 at Dillingen and Hochstadt. No blue plaques yet.

Insects are happy: Dragon flies dance with butterflies.  Wasps are just annoying.

Tonight we’re near the Airbus factory on an industrial estate.  Very pleasant though.  Different from 2 July 1704 when 5000 French troops drowned in the Danube fleeing the British. The War of the Spanish Succession apparently.

Moira: Adieu, Farewell, Vaya con Dios. 😢

Another day weaving in and out of villages and fields. Grateful for the shade when we got it. Arriving in a city is always a contrast with the countryside. Thankfully Ulm, Bavaria, is easier to spell.

Made good use of the honey honesty box icecream shop. The surveillance cameras were probably set to stun of you left without paying. The inner tube vending machines a nice touch.

The first major use of the Danube for power. Why don’t we have schemes like this? Solar panels aren’t as visible here.

Only two obstacles today to test problem solving. The first a triathlon closing a tunnel *it’d pass 90 minutes later. The young official new his job. So up n over we went and spoke nicely to his colleagues on the other side who lifted the tape. The other a building site. Lifted the fence.

Tomorrow a test day in Ulm. Luckily our room has no air conditioning, overlooks an active building site. So we might be out. And the minster has steps up it so they will beckon. Tonight a beer cellar. All in the name of sampling local cultures.

So why cycle? We’re lucky to have the time and money to keep exploring, born of the opportunities our parents gave us. I was musing about this yesterday when it would have been my Dad’s 104 birthday. Today we learned our friend Moira, who I met in 1975 at University, has days to live. Not unexpected; terribly sad. Carpe Diem.

Today we started near the [alleged] source of the Danube, Europe’s second longest river 2850km passing through 9 countries. Free of border checks. Then onto the start of the Danube cycle path which will be our guide on- off for a few days. It extends for about 1,200 kilometers from Donaueschingen in Germany to the Hungarian capital of Budapest.

There were a lot of places ending in ingen today. Perhaps where Michael Finigen came from. I’ll begin again.

A very Catholic area. Lots of wooden Christs withering on hot crosses in the heat. You’d think they world take them inside the cooler Churches which dominate the village skylines.

A very beautiful area with deep gorges giving occasional shade. We follow the river, then the trail, then wander through villages. Which provide a source of Backerie, so we boogied in to sample the wears.

Tomorrow Bavaria and Ulm.

Short Day in km, good ascent though, 3200ft in 10 miles. The route went through the Black Forest, gasping views galore.

We’d started by navigating through rush hour Freiburg. Made for cycling and used to its full by “normal people” commuting and school runs by bike. More polite than Amsterdam to us amateurs. Soon we were into open country.

The villages are quiet but prosperous looking. Ablaze with solar panels. All to soon eye finished. Off to follow the Danube tomorrow. Hopefully the oompah band in the local pub will run out of puff soon….