Category: Germany

I slept deeply. For about half an hour. And was then woken by the roar of the motorway right next to the campsite. Hmm. I hadn’t quite expected a canoe club to be so well-connected to the transport system. But I was warm, once my compact half-season sleeping bag was assisted by hat, T-shirt, fleece…

My tent may weigh less than a can of beer, but it coped very well with the overnight deluge. I was dry and snug when I woke at four, and somehow managed to pack up all my bags – apart from the tent itself – from within the tiny confines of my OEX Bobcat Ultralite….

The only day of climbing in the whole trip today: up to 500m or so, as I crossed the hilly country north of Würzburg. The prospect hadn’t exactly been keeping me awake, but I was aware of it, shall we say. What did keep me awake, though, was a man shouting, singing and arguing with…

Rothenburg ob der Tauber is not to be confused with Rotenburg an der Fulda, or Rotenburg an der Wümme. And note not just the ‘h’, but the ‘ob’: the picture-postcard Romantic town is ‘over’ the Tauber, whereas the h-less ones are ‘on’ their particular rivers. Rothenburg is high on a bluff above the Tauber, which…

A day of heavy rain, short distances, and my most expensive accomm of the trip: a guesthouse in the Old Town of half-timbered honeypot Rothenburg ob der Tauber. But it was worth it to have the place to myself in the evening after the tourist buses had gone, to have somewhere to dry my sodden…

It was your echt Romantic Road today: a super ride past authentic German sights such as colourful half-timbered town houses, sturdy medieval city walls, and heavy goods vehicles. A reminder that ‘Romantic’ is not always the same as ‘romantic’. Anyway, it was another fisty and moggy morning. But thanks to another early start and the…

A fine day of easy, flat, stress-free paths and gravel roads. After a chill and foggy start, that is, alongside the mirror-grey waters of the Lech from my campsite into Landsberg centre. But it earned me that great German start to a morning: Kaffee und Kuchen. The cafe clientele consisted of half-a-dozen smart-casual mature types…

I’m doing Germany End to End. South to north, Austrian border to Danish. Specifically, from Füssen, home of that Disneyland castle; to Sylt, the North Sea island where the country’s celebs hang out. I’m mainly following the D9 Route, along the Romantic Road and then the Weser. Beer and sausages may be involved. I spent…