I stopped in a cafe at the bottom of a hill (before the start of another - the cyclists are crazy, none of your slowing for pedestrians - or waiters - here) in Laufenberg. It looked like a lovely little town but, like everything else, it was closed on Sunday. I'd have spent a merry few hours in all places but instead I pushed on.
I stopped for a few picnics but otherwise I had to content myself with just looking. I hadn't quite been aiming for Basel but made it here anyway. The campsite marked on my map has either gone or was swallowed by the Celtic music festival. There was lots of tartan. There was also what shall we do with the drunken sailor in German. That tickled me.
There was a site about 10k north but at the end of a long day that seems like an impossible distance. Especially as it was in the 'wrong' direction. I gave up and switched on the 3G finding a site in seconds only 15 minutes away. It was easy to locate but, on getting here I found it signed full. Water bottles out, I was ready to push onto mulhouse if someone would just let me top up. Luckily the patron took pity on me (and then about 10 others so goodness knows why that sign was there).
Tent up and stove out, tea was cooked before the storm finally hit.
One of my many border crossings.
A very specific sign through a nature reserve. The birds (ducks, swans, geese) refused to move so there were several near misses.
There's weather ahead.
Hi Sarah. Glad to hear you found a place. I stayed in Mohlin in CH.
ReplyDelete