If you don´t recall, I decided to bike through Germany and down into the northern part of Salzburg in two weeks. I bought a bike at a market in Sevilla and flew with it via Ryanair to Frankfurt. All of my directions from city to city were supplied by google maps. what an adventure…
May 26, 2009
Frankfurt is an awesome city. The skyline is impressive and it has a noticeable amount of sex and money. No joke. My hostel is right in the middle of the red light district, which seals me in at about 11pm and makes for an interesting walk just about anywhere. One of my roommates, Nadia, has studied here in Frankfurt and knows the sights and things to do. We wound up going out and looking around a little bit. She was a great guide. I´m only here for one night, more for rain than anything else. I was a little upset because I arrived in the morning when it was drizzling steadily and now in the afternoon the sun is shining. I need to get to bed, I leave early tomorrow.
May 27, 2009
I got on the road late today. I found out I had a leaky front tire so I had to replace it and then someone also ocut the cable on my odometer so I had to use nailclippers and duct tape to fix it. Biked all day from Frankfurt to some forest somewhere and slept outside. Thank God it didn´t rain.
Made it Wurtzburg the second night, wasn´t planned on going through mountains (11% grade). It rained on me so hard I had to pull over to a barn and sit under an abandoned cart on top of nettles until the rain dies down – by far the worst part of my trip so far. Also, Germany has slugs as big as your middle finger (or bigger), hitting those while going 20 kmh will inevitably spray slug slime and rain and mud up into your face from the front tire. I arrived at Wurtzburg at 10 pm covered in soggy sludge from the road and red and itchy from sitting cross legged on nettles. Stayed at Babelfish hostel and didn´t even talk to anyone before falling asleep. Alarm is set for 6 am and I have a 100 km day ahead of me.
May 27, 2009
Woke up, ate cereal, checked out, on the road by 9am. My legs are so sore I think they might actually be on fire at times. Good news though, the mountains I climbed for the past two days seem to slope gently down all the way to Nuremberg. It takes me almost 12 hours and a risky detour from the map directions, but I get to Nuremberg at 9 pm, just in time for a birthday party.
Biking allows you to see a lot of small towns and great little places you probably otherwise wouldn´t see on a train or bus. You meet great people, most of them willing to help (despite language barriers), and above all else, where else are you going to have to push your way through a flock of sheep to continue on the road that you need to continue on?
Manu and Felix are two of the guys I met in Sevilla. Manu lives in Nuremberg with his family and I stayed at his place with Felix. Jenna and Meryl were two other American girls who came to visit (Jenna from California and Meryl from Louisiana). That night we had a HUGE birthday party for one of Manu´s roommates at a rented-out restaurant. The Germans know how to party, I don´t think I´ve seen anything quite like it. We got home at 4 am.
The next day Manu took us to the place where Hitler used to hold his military demonstrations and give speeches during the height of his regime. It was really interesting.
After talking to Manu and Chrissi, I decide it will be best to take a train to Passau. It will shave 200 km off of my trip and probably give me an extra two days to stay and visit. Sounds good to me.