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Published: September 1st 2014
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Day 3 Sunday morning – Germany calling, Germany Calling
We overlayed this morning as they say in Derbyshire waking at 8. We had a four hour drive today but felt the need to just hang about until 9 to take our key back to receptie. A few dutch words learned today – receptie - very similar to reception – Te Koop – for sale. Won’t get me far but it is a start. I exchanged our key for 17 euros 20 after the water usage was calculated and we said goodbye to our rabbits and the crow which spent half an hour pulling apart and eating a mouse just outside our motorhome. My head was full of the thoughts of Gerard Manley Hopkins whose poem talked of Nature red in claw and tooth .
We drove out of a highly urbanised area into the countryside full of the last of the years sunflowers, the electricity pylons marching silently in to the distance. Maize with its fluffy heads nodding in the breeze.
An uneventful drive from Holland into Germany apart from a nasty moment when we think we were caught speeding. Three lanes on the motorway, two
with temporary speeds of 100 km the other with a 60 km speed limit. We found ourselves stuck in the 60 km lane doing 100 km and no way of getting into the 100 km lane. If the light flashed we expect the ever efficient Germans to send us our speeding ticket. I am sure they won’t turn a blind eye to our indiscretion.
We stopped for lunch on a layby close to Frankfurt airport. We ate watching the planes landing – 1 every 3 minutes and following MotoGP on our TV. Although we could pick up British TV here in Frankfurt we had to switch to German tv to watch the racing.
After lunch it was a short drive to our campsite for the night on the River Tauber just down the road from Rothenburg. The site Camping Wertheim Bettingen is large and sprawling and straddles the banks of the wide Tauber. A touch scruffy with a huge range of long term old dilapidated caravans with their equally old awnings. These were full of weekenders who eventually left when the heavens opened and the thunder and lightening which had followed us arrived on site. The site became
waterlogged and we were lucky to get a reasonably dry plot for the night. We decided not to visit the showers which were rather smelly and uninviting and missed the bar and terrace area. The restaurant which was described as cheap and cheerful was next to the smelly toilets and served simple food mainly Currywurst and pommes or plain wurst with pommes. I did order bread for the morning and this would be delivered by 8. The shower tokens can go back and pay for two croissants. So all is not lost. Would we stay here again – probably not - only in an emergency. . We longed for the quietness of last nights camp. This one served its purpose but that is about all we could say. The highlight watching a passenger line cruising up the river – shades of Venice and the big ships that use the waterways there.
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