In Zug we stop to refuel. I’m glad: I have been in danger of falling asleep and grab a Red Bull and a Mars bar too. We’re about 100 miles from our planned stop in Germany, in the Black Forest.
Somewhere, still in Switzerland, we stop at a T-junction to check the route and about 10 Porsches of varying types turn up the road we’re going on. Inwardly I grimace: I know Paul will want a few Stuttgart scalps….and it’s raining on and off. I can picture a big heap of smoking cars with a red 1200GS on top of the pile, just around the next bend.
Fortunately the Porsche Poofters are rubbish and even I pass the lot, in 2 goes, round the outside, on bends, on wet roads.
We carry on into Germany, through Baar, Brigg, past Titisee and Furtwangen, arriving finally in Oberwolfach, in the heart of the Black Forest. 300 miles.
We stay in individual rooms at Pension Grunach and go to the Gasthof Linde for our evening meal.
I wasn’t aware, but the place is run by a bike-loon called Klaus. He is definitely biased towards 2-wheeled travellers. In the corridor from bar to toilets was a large book-case filled with back issues of bike magazines.
Funny! I don’t seem to have a picture of Pension Grunach, as such , but the Bandikatzen soon arrived: