Stayed in what can only be described as an ultra nationalist gypse camp site just outside Dussel Dorf. Think punks in tents/caravans and toy dolls hung from the sides of buildings. Nice.
Awoke at 0430 to get up in time to get Dave to the station in time for his train. At 0730, why he chose such an early train is beyond me, but the relief of leaving the camp site was welcome. A sense of "exercise" was overwhelming as we were squaring away kit before first light.
Naturally we got lost in the city finding our way to the station - however at 0530 in the morning the city was quiet so we had the streets to ourselves, freely cycling the wrong way down one way streets. Bakeries open for early morning trade at least made the place smell nice.
Found the station with time for a McDonalds breakfast and to sort some kit out. Dave generously let us have free reign of his kit that he would not longer need, like vultures we scavaged what we could.
Sad to see Dave go, was an awesome addition to the team as always and a very welcome companion. Thanks for joining us mate!
Next on the list was a laundrette - the first time we have washed kit since day four. Looking forward to putting on a fresh pair of socks and shorts.
Made use of the time by sorting out the route for the rest of the journey, working out where we needed to be and when on better scale maps in order to get to Bavaria in time for adventure training.
The rest of the day entails of Charlotte sorting out her return to the UK, finding a bike shop for some new cleats, a camp shop for some kit (I lost my spork on day one, and my lunch box got destoryed in a cycle polo related incident thanks to FNG Dangle Berry), food and somewhere to stay.
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