Trip Start Apr 10, 2010
174Trip End Apr 10, 2011
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We sat there listening for it again in the stillness of the night. After a moment Joel opened the front curtain to see the suspicious car about 20 feet ahead with it's dim lights on. When he saw my face in the window he quickly drove away in a hurry.
This was all really dodgy so we fired up Bigwig and drove away asap. We still think there were some people in the bushes nearby trying to get to the car.
Later in the morning when we woke up in our new safer spot, Joel saw that Jena had left her purse on the dash for all to see
When we got to our final town on the romantic route we were fortunate to drive within the city walls and park for free, as it was a Sunday.
Dinklesbuhl is much like a larger, more colourful Nordlingen, but much less elaborately set out. We visited the church which was mildly reminiscent of the Notre Dame Cathedral in Laon, France. But no way near as cool.
The best part of the town was it’s ancient streets all with impossibly leany buildings. The array of colours and flowers was really nice and the fact that it was a Sunday, allowed us to enjoy it without the millions of tourists. Downside being nothing was open.
Heading out east to venture into the Czech Republic we stopped in at a huge truckstop for showers and to do our laundry. The restaurant there seemed to offer nothing but meat, and the non English speaking waitress was bewildered to understand that we only wanted some potato fries with nothing else. As if we would starve without a pigs leg inside us. Oh sweet simple Germany…
Jena was happy to have a normal shower again. It allowed her to properly clean her hair from the accident. But waiting the several hours for our washing was a drag.
We tried a highway rest-place to dig in for the night. But there was something about the couple of dudes turning trucker tricks in the bushes that had a skidaddling for a better option. Them crazy Bavarians!