Tuesday, 3 August 2010

29.07.2010 On the road... (Landshut to Hebertsfelden, 65km, 16.30 – 20.45)

Agrandir le plan

Clouds are covering the Bavarian skies; it’s pretty chilly for late July. Last minor issues have been ironed out and we both find our way to Landshut, the place where it all begins. Visibly affected by the stressful last days, we gather at the student halls, mount our gear, wave goodbye to fellow students and start rolling.

The bikes feel incredibly sluggish. We have to get used to manoeuvre the bikes with around 20 kilos of luggage, which includes a couple of cloths, two tents, sleeping bags, a cooker, pottery, food, water, a pair of shoes, maps (consisting of print outs of Google Maps), books, a first aid kit, a repair kit, sunglasses, travel documents, toilet bags, toilet paper and no sunscreen, as we forgot it.

Anyhow, we’re actually on our way. It’s 16.30 and the first leg leads us to Eggenfelden, or more precisely Hebertsfelden, the home of our good friend Felix Bauer, whom we could convince to get his parents to invite us over. Thanks!
With every kilometre down, we shake of the stress and start appreciating what is lying ahead of us. And even though we get lost occasionally, we actually start laughing and enjoying what’s making this trip worthwhile: the beautiful nature, lovely people, sunsets, physical exercise, garbage talk and action playgrounds like the one in Eggenfelden. That’s what we do this whole thing for.

Cool. We’re reaching Hebertsfelden. Our plan works out. We can stay at the Bauer’s place and we even managed to get them to prepare some food for us, namely goulash. Good on us. Albert and Monika are awesome. Not only because they are Felix‘s parents. No. They have been preparing loads of food and even waited for hours in order to have dinner with the two smelly cyclists.

Moreover, the ultra-comfty looking guest bed is waiting for us to ensure a recovering sleep. But then something unexpected happens…
The bed can’t cope. The burden is too heavy. In other words, whilst sneaking onto the bed, ready for a romantic round of snoring, it collapses. BAM. The sprung slats are on floor, so is Andreas. Laughing our heads off, we quickly develop a heroic technique in order to conquer the bed without letting it collapse and actually making it possible to sleep in it. It is called the “Schneider Bedroll”:

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