What a day. We woke up in Germany and we’re going to bed in France.

It’s so confusing being in Germany after all this time in France. I’m bonjouring when I should be morganing, I’m merci-ing then realising my mistake I say bitte when I should be saying danke. I’m all over the place!

It was a crappy old day today. The ride started out quite nice following a gravel path alongside the Rhine river. Mike put up his drone and got a photo of us riding alongside the river. When we stopped and looked back, a passenger jet was heading straight for our drone! Okay it’s not as bad as it sounds. It was way below where the jet was and we brought it down straight away. But we were well over 8 kms from an airport so technically we were okay to fly it.

It was a hot day with very little shade for most of it. 34 degrees and humid and it was hard work.

We are now following Eurovelo 15 which follows the Rhine to Rotterdam. So far it is nowhere near as good as the Loire route we were following. There were times the route had us cycling on main roads with trucks barrelling past.

After a long day of cycling in the heat, we stopped after 60kms at a cheap campground in France, half the price of last nights and not as crowded. This will be our last day in France as we head into Germany tomorrow. Just as well too as it’s Bastille day tomorrow and everything will be shut. Hopefully things will be open in Germany.

We’re just at camp setting up our tent and we’re sweating like little piggies. The guy next to us is huffing and puffing and blowing his air bed up. Now I just need a house made out of gingerbread and I’ll officially be in a fairy tale.

That’s it, and happy wordle-ing.