
From Dresden we headed slightly north to Leipzig, under pouring rain. It continued to rain for most of the next day, as we passed weaved around flooded roads to Weimer. We arrived late at Weimer and my second piece of sh#@$ Schwalbe marathon tyre had blown out. The next morning we were so tired we didn’t get away until 10am. It took a further three days to catch up to schedule.
Then the weather cleared from Weimer on, and we weaved our way across Germany to Giessen. From here we had the luxury of river-side cycle paths all the way to France! We raced along beside the Lahn, then Rhine, then finally the wine-growing region in the valley of the Mosel.
Our last two nights in Germany were in the luxury of real camping grounds, with hot showers and flat soft grass to sleep on and a tree to keep the dew off my sleeping bag. (The tent was so small it was more comfortable to sleep outside if there was no rain).




What do you mean by “One Fart Campingplatz”? Is it what I think you mean?
Then gute Fa(h)rt!
Sorry Bernd, your language is just too halarious to dim witted English speakers like myself. I couldn’t resist the temptation.