l was looking forward (not) to day four of our cycle trip along the Rhine - 60kms and a feisty headwind. We are leaving Koblenz to ride to Bad Godesberg.
Koblenz is lovely. Sitting at the confluence of the Mosel and the Rhine it has lots of walking and cycling paths through parks and along the water. The old town is charming and beautiful.
I start the day well, genteelly falling off my bike as I put my foot down to the kerb, but miss. Ankle, knee, thigh, hip - bruises will ensue. The day only gets better when I inadvertently brush against stinging nettle and my leg suffers death by 1,000 cuts - or stings in this case.
After 40 ass burning kms we stop for the requisite beer and Germany sausage for lunch: Currywurst in this instance. It turns out currywurst is not, as we expect, a spicy curry sausage but a regular pork sausage drenched in tomato sauce and sprinkled with the merest hint of curry powder. Huh? Actually this turns out to be the highlight of my day.
|The fries were really good - currywurst, not so much|
What luck, in an historic first, I kept the receipt for the sausage fest so we can call the restaurant. Yes, they have my bag. Cue €55 taxi to restaurant and back to collect said bag, and €10 thank you to lovely waitress.
Could the day get any better? Only with alcohol.