Geoff's just paid for another hour of internet access, so I'll make the most of it!
I can't connect my camera so photo's will have to wait...
We didn't even notice the border crossing back into France, as we skirted the border twice more before finally entering Germany.
We stopped at a popular biker cafe in the center of the Black Forest after an amazing ride around some of the steepest and twistiest roads I've ever seen. Absolutely amazing! A true biker paradise, far more bikes than cars and all very friendly.
A local biker on a Triumph Daytona who spoke excellent English, pointed us in the direction of the best road in the forest. I think it was the B500, I'll have to check, but it was fantastic. Even on a loaded Tiger I had more fun than a barrel of monkeys. The edge of my tyres finally getting the usage they deserved, but not after taking a mile or so to regain my confidence after avoiding an over zealous VW Golf sliding toward me on a hairpin....happening for the second time that day.
We aimed for Treberg until we discovered the nearest campsite was about 20 miles south. We didn't expect much as it was in the middle of nowhere, but what a perfect place to be!
The Michaelhof Gästehaus sits over 3000ft overlooking a beautiful valley. It was difficult to arrange two nights camping and an evening meal, as the landlady spoke no English, and also quite amusing watching Geoff trying loudly gesticulating unsuccessfully to enquire if Black Forest gateaux was served.
It was cold at night under a clear sky, but feeling the sunrise over the mountains soon warmed us up ready to 'nip' over the border into Switzerland, as Mark put it, carefully mapping out a route avoiding motorways, to avoid a toll. I didn't care where we went as long as it wasn't back home!
"I see," said Mark, so that's East good, West bad..."
It doesn't matter where you go, everywhere is spectacular. The small scenic towns offered immaculate streets, and perfectly presented coffee and giant pretzels in a few cafes that remained open on a Sunday.
There are still border posts, but empty, so no barbed wire to jump the Tigers over a' la Steve McQueen. Lee led us much further than we first planned, but when we accidentally discovered the Rienfalls, we had to stop and stare in awe. So much so we decided to buy more cheese and rolls from the local Co Op garage and locate a spot for lunch. And what a spot Lee found. A huge castle high in the mountain forests overlooking the Rein. All the way to Switzerland for some Camenbert....
The route back to the campsite was more then entertaining, especially when overtaking a car at ahem, 70kph officer, a pheasant strolled in front of me, showering my visor in unpleasantries as I ducked underneath it.
That evening was spent sampling Geoff's splendid Spagetti Bolognaise, and Marks noodles with added chilli for a 'kick', marvellous!
Next morning I was awoken early to the sound of tents being packed onto bikes, as Mark and Lee prepared for the 600 mile ride home. As much as we want them to stay it isn't possible. We waved them off with a big thankyou for everything, then booked another night for a break.
We should stay in Switzerland tomorrow if all goes well.
Bye for now.
I can't connect my camera so photo's will have to wait...
We didn't even notice the border crossing back into France, as we skirted the border twice more before finally entering Germany.
We stopped at a popular biker cafe in the center of the Black Forest after an amazing ride around some of the steepest and twistiest roads I've ever seen. Absolutely amazing! A true biker paradise, far more bikes than cars and all very friendly.
A local biker on a Triumph Daytona who spoke excellent English, pointed us in the direction of the best road in the forest. I think it was the B500, I'll have to check, but it was fantastic. Even on a loaded Tiger I had more fun than a barrel of monkeys. The edge of my tyres finally getting the usage they deserved, but not after taking a mile or so to regain my confidence after avoiding an over zealous VW Golf sliding toward me on a hairpin....happening for the second time that day.
We aimed for Treberg until we discovered the nearest campsite was about 20 miles south. We didn't expect much as it was in the middle of nowhere, but what a perfect place to be!
The Michaelhof Gästehaus sits over 3000ft overlooking a beautiful valley. It was difficult to arrange two nights camping and an evening meal, as the landlady spoke no English, and also quite amusing watching Geoff trying loudly gesticulating unsuccessfully to enquire if Black Forest gateaux was served.
It was cold at night under a clear sky, but feeling the sunrise over the mountains soon warmed us up ready to 'nip' over the border into Switzerland, as Mark put it, carefully mapping out a route avoiding motorways, to avoid a toll. I didn't care where we went as long as it wasn't back home!
"I see," said Mark, so that's East good, West bad..."
It doesn't matter where you go, everywhere is spectacular. The small scenic towns offered immaculate streets, and perfectly presented coffee and giant pretzels in a few cafes that remained open on a Sunday.
There are still border posts, but empty, so no barbed wire to jump the Tigers over a' la Steve McQueen. Lee led us much further than we first planned, but when we accidentally discovered the Rienfalls, we had to stop and stare in awe. So much so we decided to buy more cheese and rolls from the local Co Op garage and locate a spot for lunch. And what a spot Lee found. A huge castle high in the mountain forests overlooking the Rein. All the way to Switzerland for some Camenbert....
The route back to the campsite was more then entertaining, especially when overtaking a car at ahem, 70kph officer, a pheasant strolled in front of me, showering my visor in unpleasantries as I ducked underneath it.
That evening was spent sampling Geoff's splendid Spagetti Bolognaise, and Marks noodles with added chilli for a 'kick', marvellous!
Next morning I was awoken early to the sound of tents being packed onto bikes, as Mark and Lee prepared for the 600 mile ride home. As much as we want them to stay it isn't possible. We waved them off with a big thankyou for everything, then booked another night for a break.
We should stay in Switzerland tomorrow if all goes well.
Bye for now.
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