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For the last few weeks before I returned to the US, I worked in Copenhagen (København). I flew there every Monday morning, and home to München every Friday afternoon.

A bicycle tour from København to München

Dave Hood
2004-02-19 20:21:47

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the windows. And they had Weizenbier – it’s sure nice to be back in Germany!

Had chicken with eight kinds of vegetable. The menu said it was scharf, but that was only true after I amended it from the chili sauce thoughtfully provided at the table. Not bad, not bad at all.

Familie Schließer had gone out for the evening; the house was dead quiet. Nice.

Monday, October 16, to Lüneberger Heide
157.1 km, 392 m vertical, average 19.5 kph, maximum 38.5

Ok, what do we know about Ratekau? Well, the bumpf says Napoleon resoundingly defeated Blücher here in 1806.

The 6:30 breakfast offered the usual too-much-fat-and-protein. Here, as in the US, the hardest part about bicycle touring is trying to eat healthy. And the egg was hard-boiled: first time I’ve seen that. A mistake? But there was a lot of bread, and some semi-sweet jam, so I skipped some of the meat and cheese. Paid the bill, said my good-byes, hit the road by 7. Another cool, cloudy day, low ground fog. So where’s this static high with all the good weather?

A short ride into Lübeck. Easy to get into these towns: just follow the Centrum signs (not Zentrum as you would see in Bayern). Lübeck is a nice enough town, but the fog was so dense that I didn’t take many pictures.

Explored a little, but the cobbles jarred my fillings loose and I didn’t last long.

Highway 75 became an Autobahn. Side roads to Bad Oldesloe, where I stopped for a snack. I remembered to call it a Brötchen rather than a Semmel. Doing pretty good: I haven’t yet said, “Grüß Gott” to anyone, nor Du’d them.

The fog turned into mist, the mist to light rain. Hard to know whether to cover up and overheat, or stay light and risk hypothermia. Compromised by donning jacket and tights. Fortunately the rain didn’t settle in for the day. It had stopped by the time I reached Ahrensburg, which has an ...