Day 4 - Strasbourg to Munchausen
Four parts nitrogen to one part oxygen and a pinch of carbon dioxide and argon. Injected straight into the inner tubes of a bicycle it works wonders for its speed. We left Strasbourg a good deal quicker than we entered it. Despite the speed we discovered that leaving a large city by bike is no pleasant experience. The cycle lane wove below, between and onto busy a-roads that may or may not have had speed limits. It prompted a constant awareness of our squishyness and I cannot say it was fun. The Germans do a good deal more for cyclists than we do at home though, lanes were completely segregated for large parts and relatively little time was spent under the protection of white lines. Eventually we escaped the city's tendrils and found our way back to the Rhine.
It took us through small French villages which to describe as sleepy would be an exaggeration. The hot midday sun beat down onto empty streets and shuttered houses, l'apocalypse des zombies? We finished the day in Munchausen, a small town boringly unrelated to the syndrome of the similar name. It did boast a campsite, two restaurants (one closed) and, er that's it. We had an enjoyable dinner at the open restaurant, drinking white wine from green-stemmed alsacian glasses. Communication with the waiter was a bit of an adventure though as he freely switched between French and German and sometimes in the same sentence. We returned to a pink sunset over the campsite and a cacophony of frogs starting their evening proposals. We had what would surely be described as a lake on the website next to our pitch but in reality was a fetid swamp. The frogs were annoyance enough as they croaked through the night but the mosquitos descended in a voracious swarm. I, nobly, took the brunt of their attack with my type O blood shielding Sandra from the worst of it. Who says chivalry is dead?
Kilometres travelled: 743
Kilometres rode: 21
Falls today: 1
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