Bingen and Rudesheim
From Koblenz I cycled to Sankt Goar, on a cycle track along the part of the river known as the Romantic Rhine. In Sankt Goar I stayed at a small campsite just before the town that had only three other sets of guests, which was a nice change from the massive campsites I had previously been to. It even had a small picnic table and bench, so I set up my tent next to it and proceeded to make myself some dinner before it began to drizzle. Despite having so few campers the little bar was open, so I headed in there for a hot chocolate and to warm up before bed. There were a few old men inside, and it wasn’t till I went up to the bar and started looking around that one of them stood up and I recognised him as the proprieter!
The next morning I headed on to Bingen, past Lorelei Rock. It was a small music geek moment, because this is Bingen of Hildegard von Bingen fame. I arrived in time to find an open tourist information office and a helpful lady who directed me to a campsite a little further up the road that she assured me was only a small campsite. Turns out her definition of small was quite different from mine – this campsite had over 150 sites, most of which were filled with caravans and motorhomes. I set up my tiny tent in a patch of grass in the centre and headed back into town to the supermarket. I got quite a few odd looks from the patrons at the campsite bar in the process.
After dinner I went back to the bar, which also doubled as reception, with the intention of getting some tokens for the showers and perhaps having a glass of something with the locals, but it was closed! And it wasn’t particularly late. Stubbornly I went and sat under the shelter of the marquee and enjoyed the benefits of a chair and table. A little later I was approached by a man on a bicycle who asked something about bicycle parking. When I replied in English he started a conversation with me and it turned out he had been to New Zealand some years before and had family over there. He commiserated about the cold nasty weather and departed.
|My bike gets a holiday.|
|The old town in Rudesheim.|
|View from the ferry.|
|View from the castle hill.|
|Through the gates to a church.|