Tomorrow its off to Hann Munden.
Julie takes the lead toward Hann Munden, oh its so nice to follow , lovely – I quickly realise that she is making better progress than me and get back on the gas. Apart from the two diversions en route we are making good time . German friends said that they tend to schedule roadworks for August as most folks are on holiday. Best to have a map for these occasions as the satnag tries to take you back to same road if waypointed on the 590 you can skip a point or ask it for a diversion for blocked roads or just follow yellow diversion signs as in UK. This cross country riding sans motorway is so much better.
TinyTim one for you
We arrive at our Hotel Jagdhaus Heede thanks Booking.com its a little way out of time in the woodland but a grand place to stay.
A few pictures from t`internet of Hann Munden as memory card corrupted. Truth is I deleted yesterdays via computer instead of off camera.
Another Terry Pratchett experience
Over a cold one we decide to eat at the Hotel as its packed with locals,downside is plastic garden furniture , one fart and it will collapse under my bulk. The food though was very good,
Rick there was chips too thrice cooked whatever that means
Julie out happy snapping our Hotel before we set off for the Harz.
On approach to the Harz Region, oh for a dip as temps in mid 30s
Not many photos , well the roads were too much fun so many wiggly bits,
We are soon laving the Harz and descending to the valley
All too brief but intend to come back with more time. We stop for refreshments
Iced coffee
we chat with the boys in blue on a training mission
Much hilarity ensues when Julie asks whose bike is parked away from main group
A nice group of guys they had stopped for a small bier and a debrief. They were off into the Harz,mmmmm shall we go back into the mountains. Sadly we need to plod on to Paderborn.
En route we dine alfresco simple and cheap.
We are in the shade of the building , I entertain the locals by drying me smalls ,washed at hotel. By the time lunch was finished me Keks were dry.
Paderborn calls