Days 11 & 12. 42mi to Decin after a slow Sunday in Dresden buying prints of fruit at the flea market. This is the second time I’ve crossed this border at this point on a bike.
Day 10. 55mi to Dresden, along the river, for an early arrival at our final destination in Germany. We’re running rather ahead of schedule so we’ll grab a hotel, run some errands, and head to Czech in a couple days.
Day 9. 55mi to Belgern. Bike park tucked between buildings on a clear night preceding a gloomy day. The rain regularly threatens, today delivered. Decamped to a leaky A frame to wait out the storm. Even the storks looked unhappy. Rolled past an abandoned pottery factory slowly being reclaimed by nature.
Day 8. 69mi to Wittenburg. Ferries back and forth across the Elbe. Forests, flowers, farms, and heavy industry. Sometimes all at once.
Day 7. 45mi to Staßfurt. The hotel in the last photo was run by a very odd pair of brothers.
Day 6. 40mi from Goslar to Thale. Steep grades through the forests that shade the northern slopes of the Harz mountain range and connect what was formerly East and Wast Germany. The witches live here.
Day 5. 66 miles to Goslar. Skirting the edge of the Harz mountains. Single track, two track, cobbles; loose rocks and mud.
Day 4. Crossing from Hessen into Lower Saxony. A lively Sunday in the biergartens of the Weser River. Heading towards the Harz mountains tomorrow.
Day 3: Hemeln. Bridges, covered and otherwise. Except when there is no bridge, just a hand crank cable car across the river. Lunch in the square with a brass band. Sunset on the Weser River.
Day 2. Rolling hills and catching the end of Germany vs Spain at the village fest.
