Auntie Helen and PippaG go to Germany!

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Have a fantastic time both of you
Hope you're feeling better Helen
 
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Auntie Helen

Auntie Helen

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Day 1 - Saturday 29 August.

Distance: 1.15 miles; time: 00:00:00; Average speed: 0mph; Max speed: 0.0mph


Not a particularly auspicious start to the holiday - I've had a stomach bug since Wednesday. James got it too but recovered within 24 hours. With me it's lingered on rather longer and although I'm no longer needing to be within shouting distance of a loo, I don't feel very much like eating and feel quite weak. Not the best start to a cycle tour!

The lovely PippaG from YACF agreed to come with me on this expedition. Everything is sorted for our outward journey, including the details of the seven trains (got that? SEVEN trains!) from the Hook of Holland to Bamberg. We have all the relevant train tickets (both Dutch and German, including an International Bicycle Ticket for each bike) as well as the ferry booking for the outward journey. But after we arrive in Bamberg we're playing it by ear. The plan is to cycle along the Main until it merges with the Rhine, stopping off at lots of lovely towns and villages of course. When we hit the Rhine we will cycle northwards (downstream) past all the lovely castles, Lorelei, great villages and towns, until we get bored or run out of time. Latest return ferry trip would be Thursday 10 September as I need to be on dog-sitting duty after that as my husband is going sailing to Ostend.

So, preparations for this tour are well organised. With two of us we can reduce slightly the number of tools we individually need to take and we're going to check through all we have when Pippa gets here so we don't duplicate stuff. I have packed almost exactly the same equipment as for my last tour (with the tools as a possible exception) but this time have much nicer Vaude panniers with a bit of spare room so I don't need the rucksack that I had last time - a cloth bag will do for when I'm walking around town.

The weather forecast is so far looking fairly favourable, not too rainy and fairly warm. It's hard to know what clothing to take on a tour like this, and I've probably got more than I need (five cycling jerseys, for example, of different thicknesses and sleeve lengths), but they're light to carry so I'm not too bothered. This is Pippa's first cycle tour and in preparation she has bought herself a new bike (I like her thinking!) and some smart Ortlieb panniers, which are smaller than mine, but she's clearly better at packing and more organised overall to get all her stuff in them. This time I haven't taken a German dictionary as I didn't use it last time... and I've just realised that with a computer malfunction we had I've lost the list of bike parts in German provided to me by my Uni German teacher. Oh well, I can probably work out how to describe the part if anything goes badly wrong.

Our ferry crossing is at a quarter to midnight but we can get on the boat from 21:15. Due to my feeling poorly we're going to go to Harwich by car with the bikes in the boot. This is a bit of a bad start to a cycle tour which I was hoping to do entirely by public transport but I don't want to wear myself out before the Dreaded Day Of Trains tomorrow.

...So, Pippa duly arrived, we ate and then went by car to Harwich. We were dropped off in a car park just before the Ferry port, reassembled the bikes, watched some local Essex lads doing stupid driving and then set off on our mammoth cycle to the Ferry. About a quarter of a mile.

We were on the boat by 9:30pm and I went straight to bed, having washed out my clothes. The bike fitted better in the storage room with its narrower axel bolts so that was well worth it.
 
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Day 2 - Sunday 30 August.

Distance: 3.10 miles; time: 53:02;

Was woken at 5:45UK time to give us an hour's warning for disembarkation of the ferry. Pippa and I rescued our bikes, although a woman in a car gave me evil looks as I moved my trike around, even though I didn't touch her car. We cycled up the middle of the row of cars for a bit until we found some nicer people to chat to whilst we waited for disembarkation.

We cycled the 300 metres to the railway station at Hoek van Holland where there was a train waiting.

TRAIN 1 - Hoek van Holland to Rotterdam Centraal.
As I wheeled my trike towards the Sprinter train, the conductor said, "that won't fit on there!" I replied, "it did last time!" so he said, "OK" and let me put it on. Phew. The half hour journey was fine.

TRAIN 2 - Rotterdam Centraal to Venlo.
Rotterdam has enormous lifts so it was easy for both Pippa and I to move our bikes to the correct platform. It was easy to get the trike on this train and so Pippa and I sat near the bikes and read our books for this journey of almost two hours.

TRAIN 3 - Venlo to Mönchengladbach
Some very helpful staff at Venlo told us we had 15 minutes until the train so we got ourselves a cup of tea and sandwich. They escorted us across the track (so we didn't have to take the stairs) and even helped us get the trike on the train. It was the same Deutsche Bahn train as last time, so the conductor (or in this case the chap from Venlo station) have to undo a metal grab-rail between the doors so I can get the trike on OK. Once the trike is on there is plenty of room.

After one stop a young lad and young woman got on with bikes and sat opposite us as we were eating our sandwiches. As the train moved off an ordinary-looking chap came over to them and asked them for ID, showing them some of his own. They both showed him their Ausweises, then he looked through their bags and searched the young chap. Most odd! Then the man went away.

A minute later we noticed an alsatian dog, that had been at the other end of the carriage, was walking up to our end with his owner. The owner let him off the lead and he bounded over to the young lad, sniffing and wagging his tail. The penny dropped that he was a drugs dog. Evidently he didn't find anything and the handler put the dog back on the lead and began to demonstrate the dog's trick of rolling over on command. They all got off at the next stop. None of them had seemed at all interested in us.

When we arrived at Mönchengladbach after about 45 minutes the conductor didn't appear to remove the pole from the train. Pippa got off and went looking, I looked forlorn and a chap who had been on the carriage helped me lift the bike out on its side (bashing the mirror of course!). I ended up a bit oily but that's what one expects.

TRAIN 4 - Mönchengladbach to Koblenz
The train to Koblenz was across the platform so this was a very easy transfer. As we got onto it the bicycle space was filled with a wheelchair. The chap saw me coming and got off the train - I didn't realise I looked that scary! The helpful chap who had assisted me to get the trike off the previous train was on this one and he spent a fair while staring at our bikes and at us, asking us occasional questions. It was a bit odd being peered at all the time! He got off after an hour. We also saw some Japanese people photographing themselves standing in front of both bikes. Odd!

This was a long journey (nearly three hours) but was along the Rhine for a fair way so we got to see some of where we will be cycling back along.

TRAIN 5 - Koblenz to Mainz
Koblenz was our long lunch stop, although initially we got excited about an earlier train that we hadn't got on our lists... until we discovered it doesn't run at weekends. So we had a nice pizza outside the station, although there were some rather persistent wasps.

We got back to the station in plenty of time for our next train to Frankfurt - especially as I had to carry my trike up a flight of stairs to get to the platform. As we went to the bicycle area of the train we saw some peopletaking their bikes off; they explained that there had been a problem on the track and that the train didn't go all the way to Frankfurt but stopped on the way and there were rail replacement buses. Argh! I asked the driver and he confirmed that (it seems there was a suicide on the track) and that bikes aren't allowed on replacement buses. Argh!

We found the other cyclists again who suggested we took a train to Mainz (an hour and a half journey time) and from there to Frankfurt -that was what they were doing. This was another 50 minute wait and on another platform so once again I carried my trike down and then up stairs again. I chatted with the other cyclists,they were very friendly - and then the guy gave us a large bottle of mineral water as he said they didn't need it and we had a long journey ahead. Very nice of him!

When the train arrived it was of course packed with people and cyclists. The conductor said my bike was too wide so I quickly disassembled it and laid it on its side so it fit in the space. Further along the route the conductor turned other cyclists away who tried to get on the train so we were lucky. When I went to reassemble the trike just before Mainz there were several interested onlookers, one of whom said "is it a tandem?"

TRAIN 6 - S-Bahn from Mainz to Frankfurt
I didn't fancy the 45 minute S-Bahn journey but it was the easiest train to get on and off, level with the platform and with a large bike area. More and more people got on, however, so it was choc-a-block by the time we reached Frankfurt. We had only 9 minutes for our connection to a different part of the station but fortunately the lift worked and it wasa quick walk. We had time to buy some drink and food before jumping on the next train.

TRAIN 7 - Frankfurt to Würzburg
This train had a HUGE bike area. Pippa and I settled down in comfy seats overlooking the carriage and were a bit abashed to discover a couple having a particularly fond farewell. We buried our noses in our books and ignored them in the best British fashion. The chap got off the train before it left an theladymoved into the seating area of the carriage, so we were alone until a chap got on with a bike just before the train moved off. He got into a conversation with me asking if I were married and where we came from. Then we ended up in a long political discussion as it turned out he was Iranian and thought George W Bush was brilliant. He was very insistent that Iran was making an atom bomb and that Obama was too Muslim to mind. Fortunately he got off after half an hour.

On this train it seemed to get dark very quickly as we pootled alongside the Main, the route we would shortly be cycling. I phoned the Hotel to say we were delayed and would arrive between 11pm and Midnight which they said was fine.

TRAIN 8 - Würzburg to Bamberg
This train had very narrow doors and Pippa and I had to do some trike wiggling to get it on. I then sat on it for this final journey of an hour -we had by now been travelling for fourteen hours and were REALLY looking forward to getting to our destination. A random man came to talk to us about where we were cycling, although I could barely understand his Bavarian accent, but he gave us a map of Bavarian Cycling Routes from a bag of touristy stuff he seemed to randomly have.

We arrived atBamberg at 22:40,cycled to the hotel,locked the bikes up and found our rooms which were verynice indeed. Showered andwashed the clothes, pegged them up on the line and then fell into bed exhaused!
 

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7 trains...crikey.....have fun, great write up !
 
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Day 3 - Monday 31 August- Bamberg to Schweinfurt.

Distance: 38.25 miles; time: 03:47:00;


Had a wonderful shower this morning, it really sets you up for the day. The clothes I washed last night were still damp so I used my other set of shorts and sleeveless jersey - my Dad had emailed me a weather forecast which said it would be warm and sunny.

Pippa and I met for a healthy breakfast, asked the hotel receptionist to allow us an extra half hour before checking out so we could digest our food, then we set off. The hotel receptionist took a photograph of the intrepid cyclists at the start of our expedition. This was after I'd done some trike fettling - reattaching the mirrors I had removed for the last four of the trains, then sorting out my seat as it was a bit wonky (a common problem). When all was done, off we went in Bamberg's traffic to find the river Main.

We found the Main/Donau (Danube) canal and set off. The signage was good and our GPS routes were also accurate.

As far as routes go, we had two different ones. I had googled for a Main Radweg route, found one that looked good and that was what Pippa was using. Subsequent to me finding that one I'd located the official German tourist board one and I was using that. We thought it useful to have two different routes in case we got lost or they different (I remember my Mosel Radweg official route was often wrong). As it happens, both of these routes have been very good, but there are occasional variations - usually one of us has the route that matches the signposts.

The signage is also generally good, although the Main River Radweg logo isn't as clear as the Mosel one. But the Main Radweg has just won an award and we can see why, it's an excellent overall route with brilliant surfaces and almost complete signage. But I get ahead of myself...

After a mile we realised Pippa's rear mudguard was rubbing. We stopped by the side of the road and her brand new leatherman tool did the trick. We felt very proud of ourselves, having both fixed our steeds this morning.

The landscape around this part of the Main was flattish with lots of arable land growing sweetcorn (we harvested ours at home a month ago) and cabbage, carrots etc. Houses tended to have impressive vegetable and flower gardens and we also saw several houses whose roofs were covered in solar panels. The Germans went green long before the Brits began to think about it.

We stopped in Haßfurt for lunch. I had one of those weird conversational things with the waitress as I couldn't understand her explanation of why I couldn't have a filled roll. When I asked her to explain further she just used the same incomprehensible words (well, the words may have been comprehensible if they had been delivered in a non-Bavarian accent!) There was a German chappie sitting at the table near us who was rolling his eyes but I note he didn't try to clarify things. In the end I gave up and ordered a Fitness Salad, the same as Pippa. It was salad with chicken and rather nice.

On the way out of Haßfurt we misread our Garmins and didn't see the road signs so had a 100 metre detour on the wrong road, but we soon worked it out and turned back. That was about the only major navigation issue today - I think having two of us with two pairs of eyes looking for the signs is much much easier than just one.

We carried on through a flat landscape which was also fairly industrial in places. Pippa and I did the obligatory bike swap for a couple of miles - I managed to change gear on hers quite effectively, she enjoyed zooming down hill on mine (very small hills, of course). When we swapped back I dried my clothing from yesterday on the panniers which probably looked a bit silly.

We saw a rider on a recumbent bicycle today but he broke the recumbent code by not stopping to talk to me - unfriendly chap. He said "Hallo" but that's not enough for recumbenteers! We also saw our first dishy man on a bike (we're looking out for them); there is a surprising dearth of them, mainly because the other cyclists are mostly pensioners on shoppers. But we keep looking. We have a secret code word we shout to each other when we spot a dishy man... and are hoping to use it a bit more in future.

We arrived at Schweinfurt at 4pm. I found an accommodation guide in the town hall and we chose Central Hotel which is Bett & Bike accredited. I went in to check they had rooms (they did) with the receptionist who was a rather singular woman with a definite hairdo. She wasn't all that friendly really which was a contrast with the very nice lady in Bamberg.

We spent ages locking up our bikes as there weren't many locking points, then the lady made us move them as she thought they were in the way of the cars (only for VERY bad drivers). So they ended up just locked to each other, but the hotel lady assured us that they lock the doors at night.

So we went to our rooms, which were a sight to behold. Welcome to the 70s - browns, greens, velour, orange bedding. My bathroom was fetchingly done out with brown tiles and an orange suite, the loo seat being moulded to backside shape (it was actually a very good fit, which was fairly perturbing). Still, the single bed was comfortable and that's all that really matters - plus quirky can be fun.

We both had our showers and washed our clothes, this time I did Pippa's towel trick (wrapping the stuff in a towel and wringing it again) which is very effective. The damp clothes from yesterday I had aired on my trike were dry by now, fortunately.

We went in search of an internet cafe. The hotel lady had told us where to find one but we couldn't locate it and a local shopkeeper told us it had closed. We wandered around asking people and a helpful young lady eventually directed us to one. We couldn't find it again so went into a local bar (very smoky, full of Turkish chaps smoking) to ask if they knew where it was. Turned out that was the cafe, the computers in the corner rather gave it away! So I wrote up Day 2 (the trains) but the keyboard was so bad I didn't do today. Pippa tried some of the local beer, Roth, and said it was wonderful.

We ate at an Italian restaurant in the main square which was very nice indeed. I had a huge lasagne, Pippa ate most of her calzone. No room for dessert!

Then back to the hotel for an early night (10pm) as we're both tired from all the cycling. I'm relieved to be feeling almost back to normal today.
 
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Day 4 - Tuesday 1 September - Schweinfurt to Würzburg.

Distance: 60.76 miles; time: 06 hours 00 minutes; 3836 calories.

Pippa and I met for a hearty breakfast this morning at 8am, having planned to set off at 9am. This is because we were doing 100km today to reach Würzburg, a rather lovely town that is a UNESCO World Heritage Site (or part of it is, anyway). As you can't really do a very fast average speed on the Radwege, 10mph being something to aim at, that meant six hours of cycling excluding stops, and we wanted to get to our destination by 5:30 at the latest, really, to start the hotel search.

From our hotel in Schweinfurt we headed roughly south to find the Main Radweg - two German passers-by helped us when they heard us sounding confused. It was easy to find the Radweg, as it happened, and we were soon heading off westwards again.

Today's path has been fantastic quality - smooth asphalt that seems to have a light rolling resistence. The signage is generally excellent again and there were long stretches of path that were dead straight, going alongside vineyards whose fines had huge bunches of grapes hanging below 'em. Very picturesque.

In our first 20 mile stretch there was a rather unexpected obstacle as we rounded a corner - a large truck was parked across the Radweg. There was just enough room to squeeze a normal bike around the passenger side, but the driver's side was in a bunch of nettles on the verge. I don't have a normal bike... so we took the panniers off and carried them past the obstacle, Pippa squeezed herself and her bike past, then handed me a stick and I used it to beat the nettles away as I cycled slowly past on the other side. My wheels crunched over brambles and general vegetation and it was quite a job to thwack down the nettles but I made it eventually.

What was amusing about this was that Pippa and I had been drafted by a German chap on a bike who had remarked (in English) "Great fun" to me as I passed doing a minor bit of off-road having missed the cycle path earlier. As he kept behind us we both wondered if his "great fun" wasn't a comment on my trike but on him as a travelling partner, although he had that unwise German facial hair thing going which so many of them do. Why? He also didn't have Ortlieb or Vaude panniers so can't be a proper German. Anyway, when we arrived at the obstacle of the truck I thought at least he might be useful and help me lift the trike round but he just sailed past. Huh! He travelled a couple of miles drafting Pippa and didn't help us ladies - a poor specimen indeed.

About half a mile later we came to a ferry to cross the Main (Mr non-Ortlieb was there so leaving us to our mercies hadn't got him any advantage in time; we studiously ignored him after his lack of gentlemanly behaviour). The ferry was at the other side of the Main so we ate a banana each and got a nice German to photograph us together whilst we were waiting.

After the Ferry we stopped a few times for photographs (including a jet aeroplane outside a small museum) and eventually found ourselves mostly alone on the Radweg. We were going quite fast and eventually caught up a bunch of cyclists. Then from a side path we were joined by a chap who was rather reminiscent of Aperitif. We cycled behind him for a while, enjoying the view, and then decided we wanted to go faster and passed him. Well, he was on a mountain bike...

We stopped at Volkach and found Zur Schwane, a restaurant that had been recommended to us by Andy in Sigmaringen. However it wasn't yet open for food so we went down the road to an ice cream cafe and had Spaghetti Ice Cream Banana Split. Yum!

We were rather amused by a particular bike; it was a shopper with a wicker basket, in pink, and we realised it was a Bianchi. I managed to surreptitiously photograph it. It could unilaterally turn Bianchis uncool, I think.

We set off from Volkach with the plan to lunch in Kitzingen, after 15 miles, and then to do the final 25 miles to Würzburg in one go.

Somehow we ended up on the other side of the Main river to the GPS routes, following the signage for the alternative Main Radweg. It was a perfectly decent route but a bit weird to have both our Garmins bleating "Off Course". The day was really really hot by now, our water in our bottles was warm and we were really looking forward to lunch.

When we got to Kitzingen we bought some drinks (wonderful!) and a sandwich at a bakery with outside seating. We didn't feel like eating too much due to the heat. We sat there for half an hour watching cyclists come and go but only had one suitable recipient for our secret cyclist code word.

We set off from Kitzingen having filled up our water bottles, knowing we had 25 miles to go. The temperature was probably approaching 30 and we both felt sweaty and a bit red in the face. We immediately had to negotiate our way through a diversion to the cycle path as it was being re-asphalted so that involved a bit of head-scratching and peering up and down roads to see the signs, but we were soon back on the correct path.

We arrived at Ochsenfurt where we are supposed to cross the Main to go down the other side. Our Garmins showed a nice bridge... but when we arrived the bridge had fallen into the water! There were hand-written signs to a ferry so we followed those and found it - not one of the usual ferries but a small tour boat that appears to have been pressed into ferry service.

I had to put the Trice on last as it had to poke into the captain's steering area. He didn't seem to mind at all, was happily telling Pippa and I that the boat was called Queen Mary Fünf, and another passenger took photos of Pippa and I and the Captain who happily turned round and smiled at the camera rather than watching where he was going on a narrow river with a fast current. You wouldn't get that in England!

The Captain told us that the bridge was the third oldest stone bridge in Bavaria and that it fell down three years ago. So our Garmin routes were a bit old!

We continued on after our second ferry of the day (each was 50 cents per person) and we noticed, as 5pm came and went, that there were a lot more younger cyclists on the paths. Presumably they have finished work and are out for their evening constitutionals. There were also lots of people swimming in the river and sunbathing,etc.

At last we arrived in Würzburg, seeing the very impressive Residenz building that towers over the river. We went to Tourist Info to find a hotel. Again, they were all pretty pricey, but I managed to negotiate one down from 60 Euro each to 55, and it turned out to be pretty decent and very near the town centre.

After showers that we had been looking forward to for hours, and anointing of some pink bits where the sun got us a bit strongly, we ventured out for Internet Cafe and then food.

As we're both so tired we think we may alter our plan for tomorrow (which was to cycle to Wertheim, another 100kmo or 60 miles), as it's meant to be even hotter. We think perhaps to just do 50 miles and make up the extra on another day. We'll see how we feel in the morning.
 

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Nice write-ups Helen. You have however convinced me never to bother with a GPS because I've done that route about five times just with the Bikeline book and I've never had a hint of confusion (although admittedly all the bridges were up). I take it you didn't have time to go to Vierzehnheiligen in the end, nor does it appear that you had much of a chance to wander around Bamberg which is a shame. I hope you manage to get to do overnight stops in some of the smaller, prettier places over the next few days.
 
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