We saw a sign for McDonalds which was about 10km away, so headed towards it, to get shelter, warmth and wifi to find out where we were. A couple minutes later I fell off the bike. It was a strange pathetic little fall. We were both looking behind us at a slip road that was joining our road, and I didn't notice Jodie slow down in front of me. I then very slowly bumped into him, knew I was gonna fall so tried jumping off. I failed, got my foot stuck in my pedals and just fell onto my hands and knees. It surprisingly hurt my knee, but that was all. Then Jodie got a puncture, and then we realised it wasn't just a puncture but the side wall of his rear tyre splitting already - after only 1000km.
Luckily it did - we crossed into Germany early that morning, the weather was dry the whole day, the route was much more enjoyable, food was cheaper and the people were really friendly. Our route took us to the Kinzig River, which we followed all day. We rode a nice cycle path that ran alongside the river the whole way, so decided that as there was no traffic we would ride into the dark for a bit. After an hour we passed a bridge that crossed the river, and spotted a nice camping spot underneath it. We couldn't hear the cars as they passed above, just the sound of the river, so it was perfect. Dinner was a plate of sweet and sour pork with rice, cooked on the stove, and a couple yogurts for dessert. Easily the best day we'd had so far, Germany was looking like it could be a turning point from the miserable start.
Every night in Germany we have ridden into the evening, it can be a bit tricky without front lights, but it makes it easier for finding a camping spot, as nobody will see us if its dark - we just have to make sure we're gone early next morning. It is increasingly getting colder though, each morning we have to put whatever we are eating for breakfast (Jam, Nutella, bananas) in our sleeping bags with us, so they can warm up a little, and it was also getting quite difficult to get warm enough to sleep at night. That's why Jodie has just bought an all singing all dancing new sleeping bag. This has made a huge difference for him now ....and me – because he gave me his old one. So I now sleep in my pj's, inside my silk sleeping bag liner, inside my sleeping bag, inside another sleeping bag. Does the trick though.
Germany has been awesome, loved every day. We are now in a hostel in Lindau. Its 2.30am as I write this. We have a whole set of freshly cleaned clothes in our bags, the first time since we set off from Cornwall, and we have our route planned through the alps. I think we are prepared as much as we are ever likely to be to get through the mountains. It will hopefully take us about eight days to reach the other side. We've only told one person we've met that we plan on cycling over the alps, he warned us that its been snowing lots, and a train might be the only way at this time of year. Surely there is a way, I reckon? We shall see. Its eerily quiet tonight, virtually nobody in this huge hostel, feels a bit like the calm before the storm...