Day 4: (1/10) I’d almost written today off as a mundane drive from Germany to Vaduz in Liechtenstein; a country I didn’t even know existed until a few weeks ago.
The day didn’t start well when my van refused to. I’d knocked my lights from Auto to On by accident and left them burning for two days straight, killing my battery dead.
I managed to enlist the help of a friendly German fella, who spoke not a word of English. My German is enough to get me a table at a restaurant or to tell a petrol station attendant which pump I filled my bike at, but not enough to ask someone to jump-start my van or tell them that if they hook the negative lead directly to my battery, they’ll likely fry all my bulbs. They didn’t cover that in high school, so the whole rescue was choreographed entirely in hand signals.
When I finally got on my way, I followed one of my favourites roads on Earth - the B500 - through the Black Forest, then cut across Switzerland to Liechtenstein.
Now I love Southern Germany, Bavaria especially, but it’s essentially the Lake District with the volume turned up. Switzerland, however, is like being on another planet.
It took me about 6 hours to drive 100 miles, stopping every five minutes to gawp at the next jaw-dropping vista, or park up on somebody’s driveway to take a photo of Mount Doom towering over their house in the back garden. Everybody has a mountain in Switzerland.
So I arrived in Liechtenstein to discover that my van is pitched-up directly under one of these monsters. Really does make you feel both insignificant and awesome (in the true sense of the word) all at the same time.
If the weather holds out, I might get to explore some of these mountains on the bike tomorrow 😬
Day 4: What was supposed to be an uneventful day traversing the Black Forest and Switzerland into Liechtenstein turned out to be anything but. A few more pics later, but in the meantime, here’s the view from my digs for the next 3 nights 😲😍
Day 3: (1/12) Took the bike for a blast westward across the Rhine to explore the beautiful wine-roads of Alsace; silky-smooth ribbons of twisty beige tarmac parting a seemingly endless carpet of lush vineyard, bursting with fruit (there’s nothing quite like a grape straight off the vine). There’s a string of incredibly unspoiled medieval walled-towns in this region (some of them UNESCO heritage sites) that I discovered quite by accident last year when I stopped off at Kayserburg because my arse was hurting.
Today I visited Ribeauville, Riquewihr and Eguisheim - although after the first two, the latter really wasn’t necessary - my mind was utterly blown by that point.
I’ve only got my phone with me, so I’ll post some proper photos later when I get back. In the meantime, here’s a little taster... 😍
I never noticed how fast time flies, until I had Noella. I am so thankful for the technology of today. Being able to capture our little ones grow and the special moments we share is so precious and a treasure. ❤️