Did you know that the Bodensee Konigssee Radweg starts at Bodensee (which I think is the lake) and ends at Konigssee (which I think is another lake), and it is of course a cycle route (Radweg)?
I know right!!! I should have figured the Germans would take a practicable approach to naming their cycle ways and not just use randomly selected words that are impossible to say, spell and remember.
I of course only uncovered this factoid when I arrived in Lindau and found all these maps with the word Bodensee on them …
Anyway, I made it (you can celebrate and dance a little jig for me before continuing reading if you want).
It took seven days to cover the 400 odd kilometres from Salzburg to Lindau, but that was more because I decided to cycle about 60kms a day, and hence my route strategy was to simply count forward 60kms from where I was staying and then try and find accommodation in the nearest town to that point. Turns out that made it a seven day ride.
The only exception to this was on the fifth day when I cycled less than 40kms from Bad Kohlgrub to Fussen because I wanted to spend most of the day at the famous castles near Fussen …
When I started out from Salzburg, I wasn’t even sure whether I’d follow this route for more than a day, and you can trust me that there were several points along the way that I wish I hadn’t, but now that I’m sitting here at the end, well I’m glad that I stuck it out.
On day two, as I’ve already written about, I spent more time in bike shops than riding, but with the upside that I got my gears back, and they’ve sort of held together.
Day three from Bad Feilnbach to Bad Tolz was a real highlight, and I think was one of only two days when it didn’t rain for most of the day.
Bad Tolz was a lovely place to spend the night as well.
Some days, like day four from Bad Tolz to Bad Kohlgrub, I had a fantastic time despite the rain.
I’m not sure what the few cyclists and farmers I passed that day made of my singing though. I got a few strange looks.
I was in such a good mood that as I was spinning my way up the long climb into Bad Kohlgrub, I saw these signs and almost caused a poor kid to crash his bike as I burst out laughing …
After a hot shower that night, followed by beer and pizza down at the local pub, I couldn’t think of a place I’d rather be.
After a great breakfast the next morning I set off on top of the world, crested the first hill in front of me and felt like I’d been transported to Antarctica.
If I could have laid down next to this guy and given up … Well I almost would have.
Although they didn’t turn out to be deep, I couldn’t see the bottom in either so decided to wear my shoes for the crossings which of course meant that my feet were icicles for the rest of the ride.
If only I hadn’t.
Day six was the day from hell. What I thought was supposed to be a flattish day, turned out to have nearly 1,500 metres of climbing, and it wasn’t good climbing. It was 100 metres up followed by 100 metres straight back down again over and over and over.
But that I could sort of handle, it was the headwinds that killed me. At one point I only managed to cover 3kms in just over 30 minutes. I can walk faster than that.
Of course it goes without saying that the only restaurant in town was closed that night, so with the choice of either going hungry or cycling 8kms back the way I’d come to the nearest restaurant (and then 8kms back again), I decided to stay hungry.
Oh, and did I mention that some f*#kwit hacking group decided to take down my website today as well? Yea, that was a brilliant f*#king blow against capitalism you dumb f*#ks … taking down a free website set up to encourage people to go mountain biking.
I’d love to meet them one day and show them just what ‘freedom’ heros they really are … with a baseball bat in my hand.
Sorry, that was the headwinds, hunger and three hours of my wasted life restoring the website talking, not lovely little me. I think it’s great that there’s people like those guys out there attacking people’s websites. It makes the world a better place.
The wind had died down (hooray), there were only a few little climbs, all of them easy and enjoyable, and I only took one wrong turn before cycling my way into Lindau and heading straight to the harbour where I rewarded myself with pizza, beer …
May the rest of your life be like my seven days on the Bodensee Konigssee Radweg.
Challenging, but worth it.
Read into that statement what you will.