Die Luft ist kuhl und es dunkelt...

...und ruhig fließt der Rhein, the wide fast river we crossed today which marked the border between France and Germany. We left Munster this morning, a very Germanic town in Alsace, where the cobbles rattle your brain matter and the rain just keeps coming, like it has pretty much all the time we have been in France. It is fine today and I even saw the sun´s crepuscular rays pierce the clouds, ever so fleetingly, but it does prove that the sun is still there above us somewhere.

Remember when you woke on a Saturday morning and it was grey and raining and after you did the messages and so on, you settled in for a day in front of the fire with the papers, the footy on 774, the osso bucco simmering away and the teapot close by? Well, that is the type of weather we have had - mist, sleet, thunderstorms, misty rain, wet rain, heavy rain, continuous rain. As you can imagine, this is something very new for a lass from Melbourne. Sure I have ridden in the rain, for half and hour or so, but never ever for eight hours, and then some, and following that ordeal set up a tent in a dripping campground and huddled under a picnic gazebo to eat dinner. The food is good, though. Not a pumpkin sandwich in sight.

The perfection of the paint-by-numbers French countryside with its rolling hills and narrow-streeted villages, where the stone houses nest in valleys and spill geraniums and roses onto the street, has given way to the three-storey pitched-roof farmhouses with stacks of precision-laid firewood and regulated vegetable patches where men in overalls clip trees and pull weeds.

Crossing the Rhein

Today we got lost. How fortuitous. A small village with one place to eat. We were treated to creamy white asparagus soup, a 50cl tall glass of non-alcoholic beer that is worth giving up the real stuff for, and potatoes, any way we wanted them. Frau even brought an extra bowl of the soup over and invited us to eat more.

The kindness of strangers is infectious. Yesterday prior to the ascent of the Col de la Schluct (in about 10 degrees, rain, mist and fog) a woman who lives on the route came out of her house with hot coffee and chocolate and insisted on having her photo taken with us because she was very proud to know that we were doing a bike ride from Paris to Istanbul.

It´s a rest in a classy hotel in Freiburg tomorrow - more laundry, more bike maintenance and brake pad checking, more tent setting up, this time in the basement garage to dry it out. On Monday we are off on another day´s climbing to Donaueschingen where the Danube begins. Then it´s onto the Donau Radweg until Budapest.

For the technically minded, here are some stats ( please note that they are all approximate as my computer has not worked once, unlike me):
June 1: Paris to a farmyard near Provins, 105 km, fine, sunny, 5 hrs TITS (time in the saddle)
June 2: farmyard to Troyes, 90km, wet, 7 hrs
June 3: Troyes to Chaumont, 110 km, partly fine, 5 hrs
June 4: rest in Chaumont, wet
June 5: Chaumont to Xertigny, 136 km, seriously wet, 8.5
June 6: Xertigny to Munster, 88 km, wet, 5.5 hrs
June 7: Munster to Freiburg, 70 km, grey, mainly fine, 3.5 hrs