Back an hour early.
To be frank, the route (the fifth of five) was not one of my greatest triumphs. It was OK, good even, up to just past Monschau, then it sort of deteriorated into something quite dull. Once I was in Waimes, where there is a petrol station, I knew I could swerve the loop out to Spa-Francorchamps and be back in the hotel within 30 minutes. That is what I did.
Highlights of the day? Well, there were some:
The old coach, owned by a tourist office in Stadtkyll:
The nice cafe / bakery in Marmagen, where I had a mid-morning coffee and bought a roll for lunch:
The little road up to Ettelscheid:
“Do you think it’s biker friendly, mate?”
“Dunno, mate. Best ask on UKGSer, ‘cos I’d hate to risk it”
Stopping to eat my lunchtime roll, at a little roadside shrine /chapel, where they had (very thoughtfully) provided an excellent bench seat.
I paid for and lit a candle, in recognition that St Thaddäus had provided the seat.