Germany, France, Switzerland, Germany

Trip Start Aug 23, 1996
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Tuesday, September 10, 1996

Between Koblenz and Bingen, this is the most spectacular part. Castles abound everywhere. Even the railway tunnels have turrets. The reason being is that during WW2, it was agreed that monuments would not be bombed, and as trains were needed, the only way to stop the lines being bombed was to dress the tunnels up to look like castles!!!!! We continued on to Mainz, found the campground and set up our tent. We met two Germans who were on a riding holiday as well. They asked which way we were going and I explained that we were heading for Munich. Their one piece of advice that they gave to us was do not go to Stuttgart as it on the bottom of a valley. Great downhill, but horrible up. Well, there goes the Porsche and Mercedes factory plans!!!!! Looking at the map, we decided to continue onto Mannheim and follow the Rhine until the finish. We awoke early, packed and headed to Mannheim, but first, we needed to get food before twelve as it was Saturday and all the shops close and don't re-open until Monday morning. Mmmmmm nice, not!!! Now saying we are going to Mannheim was easy, but getting out of the city was a different story. All roads point towards Mannheim but it was hard to get there. We found a path and started following and made our way to Worms. All there seemed to be here was US army bases, so we followed the path until we came to the autobahn. The sign read, no bicycles amongst other things, but, we put our helmets on and rode onto the autobahn. Now having raced both road and mountain bikes, I am normally not scared on the road but I was having a cow!!!!! Five kilometres up the road, we took the first exit and lo and behold, there was the cycle path!!!!! We made our way into Mannheim and once again, erected the tent. Next to us, were two Germans. One pulled out his piano accordion and the other pulled out his wine. Instead of barges, we had German music. When we awoke, we found out they were going the same way, so we hooked up together and off we rode. Once again, it was a struggle to get out. We were trapped. The German's map could not help. We were lost. After many wrong ways, we found the correct road and headed to Kehl. On the border with Strasbourg. We stayed here and then moved onto Basel. We crossed into Switzerland, and as there were a line of cars, we thought we would get a stamp. The border guards waved us through, but we would not lie down so easily, we demanded a stamp. At last, our passports were virginal no more. As it was getting late in September and we were now in Switzerland, it was getting colder in the evenings and the mornings were not much different, we were no wearing long nicks until we were warmed up. Today was also the day we lost our two German companions, they headed off in different directions and we went towards Schaffhausen, home of Rheinfall. The place where most Germans want to. We made our way up to a castle that doubled as a youth hostel. On the side of the waterfall. The promise being that you did not have to pay to see the waterfall in the night. It was superb. With the lights glowing from the restaurant below, it felt like you were going to be washed away. There was also a rocky outcrop in the cent re of the waterfall that boats were taking people too. This would be done in the future. The next morning we rode to Konstanz, told to pitch our tent under an apple tree!!! Which we refused, and then rode into town and found our first beerfest. Drunk on Paulaner. It was great. Konstanz will live in my heart forever more
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