Day Twenty-Six

07/06/25 - Day Twenty Six


70 miles to Deggenau today, just beyond Deggendorf. Felt properly weary for the last 10 miles, must be some cumulative fatigue building up. I stopped under a bridge mid morning to escape the rain and try and get my tent a bit drier, enter the human clothes line: me. I unlocked a new snack combination too, Nutella banana and peanuts, a mouthful of each. Delicious but hard to chew!

The sun then decided to show up later on so I did in fact get my tent dry which was a nice bonus for the day. Then in classic fashion there was torrential rain to finish off the day and I turned up to my hosts, Andreas and Ulli’s, cold and wet through. They were kind folk though, and offered me a hot shower straight away! I set up my tent under their roofed terrace area, and ate my dinner.

Afterwards, they came out to join me baring gifts of rhubarb crumble! We chatted as we ate, but I felt bad for not being my most talkative self, I was bloody knackered. They had had 38 people to visit before me, groups and solo travellers, ranging from 6 months old to 65 years! My last day off was in Strasbourg, 9 days ago now, with a number of early 5:30am starts. I’m not sure how many miles, but it’s got to be a fair few! Maybe, 450? I shall sleep well tonight!!

 

A soggy, foggy morning

Bridges, bridges and more bridges

Epic building art strikes again!

A hot ride

The town of Straubing

Andreas and Ulli’s sheltered terrace and home for the night :) glad to be out of the rain




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