My decision to dally for a day in Cologne was a wise move. It rained seriously all day, so I enjoyed myself trying to blag senior discounts at museums…..but each time I got a stern German look, followed by a gentle smile, assuring me that WW3 was not about to break out.
The moody lack of light in the cathedral was intermittently broken by the myriad candles lit by visitors
…but it’s exterior still seems to preserve the charred scorching from bombing in the war
But search as I did, I could find no reference to the 1st crusade in the medieval section of the history museum, and I was much mystified by the popularity of the Peter Huyghe exhibition in the Ludwig museum. Perhaps someone will explain his appeal one day….
This morning, I made an early start from the city campsite, but discovered that, to cross the Rhine, I had to carry the bike (luggage and all) up this flight of steps (and down the other side)
….the nett result being that I strained a muscle in my back (not seriously though), and about 10kms down the road, I discovered I had dropped the route maps for the next 2 days……(expletives deleted!).
So I used the sun as guidance for 10kms or so, until I found a petrol station…..but the only map he had was a book of motorist’s maps, at a scale useless to a cyclist.
This is when I start asking people for assistance….people, in general, are only too glad to help.
One shop owner spent 30 mins printing off Googlemaps for me. I stopped to ask a man, who was out photographing a church procession, and he took me to his house, gave me drink, and gave me one of his treasured maps from his collection, which covered the area I needed, and at a scale just right for the cyclist. Thank you Carsten if you are reading this. Your help was much appreciated.
Once out of Hannef, I started hitting the hills, and I had a gasp of relief when I crested this one…..even I understood the German!