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Day three…. Continued….
Storks and babies aside, the local tourist boards are quite good at putting up displays to tell you about their local area. Even a non-German speaker like myself, can get the gist of it:
Besides the notice boards, they also provide some quite nice picnic tables, along with information about the local walking trails:
At the same site, there is a memorial (presumably commissioned and paid for by him) commemorating Dr Wiedeking’s favourite goat:
PS I have just Googled ‘Jagdpächter’. To my great disappointment, it’s not a memorial to the doctor’s favourite goat at all. It’s something to celebrate ‘Hunting licences’. I still though think my interpretation is better.
Storks and babies aside, the local tourist boards are quite good at putting up displays to tell you about their local area. Even a non-German speaker like myself, can get the gist of it:
Besides the notice boards, they also provide some quite nice picnic tables, along with information about the local walking trails:
At the same site, there is a memorial (presumably commissioned and paid for by him) commemorating Dr Wiedeking’s favourite goat:
PS I have just Googled ‘Jagdpächter’. To my great disappointment, it’s not a memorial to the doctor’s favourite goat at all. It’s something to celebrate ‘Hunting licences’. I still though think my interpretation is better.
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Yup, if I can be arsed to tell it to. “Hey, Siri, translate this foreign into the Christian tongue”. This though removes the mild amusement of mistranslating (wilfully or otherwise) foreign signage.
Onwards I trundled, with signs to the Nürburgring, starting to appear:
I came closer to the ‘ring at one point, but ‘The Green Hell’ was not my intended destination. Instead it was Daun and lunch:
Along with buying some postcards. Am I the only person who keeps this charming habit going, I wonder?
PS I have just Googled ‘Who invented the post card?’. I had a bet with myself that it was a Victorian thing, alongside the new craze of travelling to exotic parts. But, I lost…. It was in fact a Prussian. How apt, that I bought postcards in Germany, all be it not in the former Prussia,
Somehow, I know the German for ‘a stamp’. Odd, as I cannot tell the time in German, nor count beyond twelve. The latter might well explain my inability to tell the time.
PPS Bother. I have just realised that, with a bit of moving about, I could have snapped this elf sized fellow, sitting on my steed of awesomeness:
I came closer to the ‘ring at one point, but ‘The Green Hell’ was not my intended destination. Instead it was Daun and lunch:
Along with buying some postcards. Am I the only person who keeps this charming habit going, I wonder?
PS I have just Googled ‘Who invented the post card?’. I had a bet with myself that it was a Victorian thing, alongside the new craze of travelling to exotic parts. But, I lost…. It was in fact a Prussian. How apt, that I bought postcards in Germany, all be it not in the former Prussia,
Somehow, I know the German for ‘a stamp’. Odd, as I cannot tell the time in German, nor count beyond twelve. The latter might well explain my inability to tell the time.
PPS Bother. I have just realised that, with a bit of moving about, I could have snapped this elf sized fellow, sitting on my steed of awesomeness:
Lunch over, it was back into the woods, hills and valleys of the Eifel:
In the lower picture, you can see some pinky-red spray paint, in the lower left corner. The road was small, scarcely more than a metalled logging road through the woods. But, the local council had been marking the broken surface, ahead of repair. Why, if the Germans (who we, standing alone, thrashed in two World Wars) can make good small roads in the middle of nowhere, can’t we repair potholes on main roads, here at home?
They do love a maypole in Germany. This one was erected by the Hitler Youth, apparently. Anyway, that was what the AI told me on my all singing, all dancing iPhone 15, Super Max Pro:
A bit down the road, I bumped into a local:
So, I sat with him to have a chat:
I see now that he had his eye on my Lloyd’s Motor Club pin.
Nearly home now, past the wind turbines I saw in the distance this morning:
I like the windmills; to me they look rather ‘Other worldly’ in the landscape.
And so to the final stretch:
A grand day out.
PS Tonight’s dinner (or tea, as some less cultured folk, might call it):
In the lower picture, you can see some pinky-red spray paint, in the lower left corner. The road was small, scarcely more than a metalled logging road through the woods. But, the local council had been marking the broken surface, ahead of repair. Why, if the Germans (who we, standing alone, thrashed in two World Wars) can make good small roads in the middle of nowhere, can’t we repair potholes on main roads, here at home?
They do love a maypole in Germany. This one was erected by the Hitler Youth, apparently. Anyway, that was what the AI told me on my all singing, all dancing iPhone 15, Super Max Pro:
A bit down the road, I bumped into a local:
So, I sat with him to have a chat:
I see now that he had his eye on my Lloyd’s Motor Club pin.
Nearly home now, past the wind turbines I saw in the distance this morning:
I like the windmills; to me they look rather ‘Other worldly’ in the landscape.
And so to the final stretch:
A grand day out.
PS Tonight’s dinner (or tea, as some less cultured folk, might call it):
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Day four:
Supper dude. Supper
Day four…. Continued…..
Overcast, I’d guess you’d call it.
Overcast, I’d guess you’d call it.
Zoom in for translation…
There is something fascinating about geology, even on a very basic level. Understanding why, what we look at today, is the product of billions of years of gigantic movements and weather is interesting in itself. I was reading about the giant volcanoes, that exploded in a massive bang, to leave us with Ben Nevis and its sisters. All millions upon millions of years ago.
Loving this ride report, Richard; thank you for posting
Day four…. Continued…..
I headed to the Mosel river at Traben-Trarbach, but first (it being rural Germany) a procession of restored tractors, trundled past the hotel, clearly off to a rally of some sort. I woukd guess there was 20 or so of them, some towing equally old but nicely restored caravans:
The early part of my route, took me back past the sundial in St Thomas from the day before. I can confirm that it’s still an hour slow.
Eventually, the landscape changed. I guess I was riding across a plateau of some sort, flat enough to grow arable crops:
On to a coffee stop in Manderschied, popular with German and Belgian bikers:
Eventually, my first view of the Mosel river appeared:
I don’t know how many tens of thousands of these black and white road edge markers, the Germans have put in along their road network:
Nor did I know that every so often, one is marked with some sort of code and the road number on the reverse, confirming that I was indeed on the L106 heading towards the Mosel:
I headed to the Mosel river at Traben-Trarbach, but first (it being rural Germany) a procession of restored tractors, trundled past the hotel, clearly off to a rally of some sort. I woukd guess there was 20 or so of them, some towing equally old but nicely restored caravans:
The early part of my route, took me back past the sundial in St Thomas from the day before. I can confirm that it’s still an hour slow.
Eventually, the landscape changed. I guess I was riding across a plateau of some sort, flat enough to grow arable crops:
On to a coffee stop in Manderschied, popular with German and Belgian bikers:
Eventually, my first view of the Mosel river appeared:
I don’t know how many tens of thousands of these black and white road edge markers, the Germans have put in along their road network:
Nor did I know that every so often, one is marked with some sort of code and the road number on the reverse, confirming that I was indeed on the L106 heading towards the Mosel:
I eventually reached the river’s edge at Alf, where there was some sort of junk fair going on, with people selling all sort of ‘useful’ tat:
I was particularly taken with someone selling water skis, alongside other stuff:
I would guess that the the market was over 100 yards long. I can only assume the vendors get their pleasure carting the stuff around, as (less than a mile or so down the road) there was another market selling exactly the same old crap.
I was particularly taken with someone selling water skis, alongside other stuff:
I would guess that the the market was over 100 yards long. I can only assume the vendors get their pleasure carting the stuff around, as (less than a mile or so down the road) there was another market selling exactly the same old crap.
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These post are quite advanced compared to those that I grew up with.
You are correct though today about the road number identifier.
The 5.1 will be the kilometre marker*, meaning that post is placed at every 0.1km or a 100m. I suppose this would help emergency services as well as you to identify let say your breakdown or worse accident location.
The 73* just after 5.1 I strongly suspect, is the total distance of the road that is L106.
The triangle or arrow is the direction of the countdown, meaning that in 5.1km you shall be arriving at the end of the L106 which will start/end in the town or at a junction ahead of you, on the river bank.
You may have picked up on the fact that the post is only so tall around 0.8-1m in height, and that it has two types of reflector on it. The reflectors are for guidance in the dark, heavy snowfall or indeed a flood as per recent events in May of this year and to help you identify where the edge of the road is.
I haven’t looked it up, but to my untrained eye, the vertical reflector is basically telling me to follow the road (think of it as an arrow) and that you are on a correct side of the road, the two dot reflectors on the other side, are those representing a pair of headlight of the oncoming traffic.
Growing up in Lithuania, this type of road marker has arrived in the country a few years after the fall of USSR. They did however, only have a white, amber and red reflectors on them.
*73km equites to 73000m, or 7300 posts a side meaning 14600 post in total on just on that stretch of the 73km long road.
**It is not to different to motorway markers here in the UK. Which I doubt even half the population*** know what they are, where to locate them or indeed how to use them. What does A and B mean for example on the M25. Meaning that when they are calling through for help from the side of the motorway, and asked for their location they just shout down the phone that they are somwhere near an old oak tree and a church in the distance
***unless one is a professional driver such as trucker, emergency vehicle driver etc.
Road signs are there for a reason, it is just a shame that majority of people haven’t a clue what they mean or simply ignorant and not interested to know. Knowing what is happening on TikTok or some such entertainment outlet is way more important unfortunately.
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Snow markers, so you know where the road is.
In really snowy parts they add a 2 metre pole to them in the winter.
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