We started the day with yet another breakfast of brochens, meats, cheeses, and fresh fruit, a typical European breakfast. I was overjoyed when I was offered a helping of eggs or a boiled egg to break the monotony. Don't get me wrong, the breakfasts have been great, but let’s face it…the same thing every morning for 4 weeks gets tiring.
After breakfast we loaded up the bikes but kept our walking clothes on for a tour of the town. The hotel owner once again extended his assistance to us and let us keep our riding gear in a back
room of the hotel lobby where we could get changed into our gear afterwards. We walked around Bernkastel for a few hours and took in the sights of this cool little town with its small and crooked buildings and of course couldn’t leave town without a spoon and a keychain…sigh…
We got back on the road pretty late due to the sightseeing and we only travelled along backroads until we got onto the first of a series of Autobahns that we’d be travelling on for most of the day
due to Amsterdam, our final destination. Every now and again we took short cuts to get from one Autobahn to the next and the GPS did its best to get us lost and show us parts of the German and Belgian countryside that I’m sure no Canadian has seen since WWII. At one point in Belgium we saw a woman driving in the passing lane on the wrong side of the Autobahn. On-coming cars were flashing like crazy and she finally realized she was not where she was supposed to be and then negotiated a three point turn, right in from of on-coming traffic of course.