The Sound of Silence

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I expect you have all been worried sick about us!  Nothing to worry about - just a lack of commitment  to this whole blogging malarky.  So, I think we were in Bregenz when you last heard from us. 

Ferry 'cross the Mersey - Thursday

We spent the morning riding up the German side of Lake Constance before taking the ferry over to Konstanz where we continued up the side of the lake, eventually finishing in a nice campsite in Schaffhausen.  The weather was El Scorchio and the riding was easy but it was a late start and a long day so we got in pretty late.  We had a make-do tea and an early night.

Knock on Wood - Friday

Despite the Rhine route being pretty flat this was due to be a hillier day and with  85 miles to do it was always going to be a bit testing.  A road closure added 5 miles and a broken rack (neil's) added a 45 minute delay.  Now, regular readers might remember Neil having a broken rack in NZ.  Same rack..... because the dick didn't replace it when he got home.  We have now tied him to a lamppost and taken his bike to a shop and got a shiny new rack fitted. 

Later in the day, as we approached Basel we were treated to the most torrential thunderstorm I have ever cycled through.  It was biblical.  At one point the rain (and hail) were so bad that forward vision was impossible....i stuck my head down and followed the track on the SatNav, sort of 'instrument flying'!.

We got to our hotel at almost 6pm, completely drenched and pretty pissed off.  Fortunately our hotel, chosen for no better reason than it being the cheapest in Northern Europe, was pretty good AND served a magnificent mixed grill with lots of chips.

Happy Talk - saturday

A much shorter easier day, initially following the Canal Du Rhine in France before popping into Germany to be subjected to some rules.  We ended our day with the first of many ferries across the Rhine back into France where, though in a very relative way, I am practically fluent.  We have a lovely campsite and a cold bottle of wine.  Happy days.

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