Well rested??... we pushed on. Having taken a day off it was deemed we were then to make up for it. A long day ahead beckoned.
Another overcast day of yellow roads, joyous. Through the vineyards and over relatively smooth track the riding was pretty easy going and the distance mounted quickly. Having arrived at yet another cycle route sign we were confronted by a dilemma:
Worms both ways. 11km left and 12km right??!!
Queuing for the level-crossing, a man on a moped saw our predicament. Realising our confusion he left his place in the queue and gestured for us to follow him. Zipping through the back alleys we made a sterling effort to keep up with his motor eventually bringing us to the cycle path we were after. Grabbing a quick photo before we were back on our way to Worms.
After the mere 97km we arrived at said camping-platz overlooking the Rhine (not the first time I hasten to add!) Ludwigshafen this time. Having radioed the camping-meister from the gate were designated a space; and with shower tokens we were four happy campers; especially Rob who watched in awe as a Blackhawk helicopter flew over the campsite and off into the sunset. Bed.
Day Twenty
A new day dawned over the Rhine and Team Cycle Bavaria prepped themselves yet again for a day on the saddle. Wet and dry lube out of the way and with kit packed, we bid farewell to the campsite and the Rhine for a little bit. Perhaps a welcome relief...or just a change of scenery?
I had seen a few days previously that at this point on the map we were only a few km away from the Hockenheim Ring, the German national racing circuit. So like any young child who had grown up watching Formula 1 with their Father every second Sunday, I steered the group into escorting me to the track for a look about.
Remembering what had happened to Ewan McGregor and Charlie Boorman when they did the Long Way Down, with their lap of Silverstone race circuit; I thought that we may be in for the same treatment. Riding in toward the circuit, through the Hart Forest-and past the memorial to Jim Clark we knew that we were heading in the right direction. Eventually finding the circuit we rode about a bit trying to find a possible way to blag ourselves onto the race track.
Alas, after talking to a lovely (but festively plump) German behind the counter at the motor museum, the closest we could get to the track was up in the stands. For me this was ace, so up I rushed, running hard up the stairs to glimpse out at what I imagined would be a gleaming piece of F1 history. In reality it was not that great as the track was getting reset after the recent F1 weekend.
Pictures taken, we pushed off on what we though was a good bearing toward our campsite. Having seen the exit signs we turned right, only to find ourselves outside an Autobahn service station after coming up its relief road. Having turned about we pushed though the woods that surrounded the track, picking up the odd marked cycle path and relying heavily on the inbuilt INS (following your nose)
The rest of the days ride consisted of pushing into various german towns, en route to our campsite outside of Weiher. A dilemma cam though when passing Reiligen, as we stumbled across a campsite with a lake. Flipping the coin and asking to Queen if we should crack on or not, it was decided that we should go and investigate (even though the Queen said to crack on). No room was the answer...so that proved to us that the Queen is always right and we pushed on through the countryside to Weiher, where upon we found an equally amazing campsite also equipped with a lake. Brilliant!
Curry dinner was once again superbly cooked up by Charlotte, with a little help from myself and Tom in the form of frying broccoli!?
Ellie and Rob
xx
No comments:
Post a Comment