A night in a hotel nearly softened me up, but I’m now pitched up in a 6 space campsite in Wurzburg that has cost me all of 7.50 euros, but guess what? The moment I started pitching my tent……yep, it started raining. That was the fastest, and least perfect pitch in my short career…..but I find myself idyllically right next to the river Main,
less than one km from the historic centre. Couldn’t be better, really.
Amazingly, the sun has shone most of the day, but the morning’s stint had me climbing for an hour. Elevation? No idea, but cold enough to see my own breath at the top
and before the descent, I had to tog up, it was going to be very cold on the way down. Descents always come as the glorious payback for the toil of climbing
Once over the big climb, the rest of the day was spent following rivers downstream, and with a tailwind, the pace was fast….very fast, in fact.
Wurzburg is another new find for me. As I entered into the historic centre, over the 14th century bridge
…it forcefully reminded me of Prague. It’s a stunning city. Well worth a 3/4 day city break. But did you know it’s also famous for its vineyards? Franconian wines are, apparently, rated very highly in Germany, and I can vouch that their Sylvanner is something special….
Fancy a glass?