When I started out on this adventure, I had the great idea of doing it on a fixie bike (one gear, always pedalling). Thank God that didn’t work out. My old bicycle has served me much better. I also made the mistake of thinking that Germany was fairly flat and rather than planning a decent cycling route, we drew a straight line across the map from Holland to Germany, and cycled up mountains, through National Parks and everything else that got in our way. At times, we managed only 30 km during a full day of cycling. Despite this, we made it. This is a little part of my story in which I crossed Germany….
Then we found hills. At first, we cycled over them on smooth roads.
Then we found ourselves in the forest.
Deeper and deeper we ventured into the forest, the surface deteriorating from smooth tarmac to gravel paths.
Then we finally got back to a road (after many hours / days).
On the road, I cracked my toe on the tarmac (because I cycle bare foot), ripping the end off. I was left with a very cut toe and a broken toe (always remember to pack duct tape).
I couldn’t help feeling a little sorry for myself.
Sometimes, even the road hills were too much to deal with.
We cooked dinner on the road as we went. Sometimes we ate vegetables (that we mostly found skipping).
When we were lucky, we found shelter to sleep in.
Other days, we slept in the forest.
Wherever we were, we took advantage of our local environment.
It wasn’t always easy for us to wash, but we did the best that we could.
Every morning, we took our time to make porridge and hot drinks for breakfast. We always filled the porridge with delicious fruits that we had picked from wild trees the day before.
We had two big pots and no bowls, so always ate together.
I had never thought of Germany as a particularly pretty country. However, after this cycling experience (despite my frustration at the hills), my opinions have changed.
During our journey, we tried to interact with as many locals as possible. One guy let us sleep in his garden. The locals came in all shapes and sizes.
And so it was that we were welcomed to Germany. From this point on, our journey continued east in search of Czech Republic.
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