After 3 weeks in France and Germany we are now home, with a few hundred photos, lots of great memories, and general impressions about the countries (and people) we visited.
But first a bit of a rant.
Due to unforeseen circumstances we had to drive from Paris to Hamburg, which gave me the extra thrill of trying to interpret French and German highway markings, or lack thereof. Let’s just say, if you ever want to test the strength of your marriage bonds, try driving in Europe with your spouse as navigator. Half the time you’ll think you’re lost; half the time you will be lost; and most of the time you’ll be arguing.
Highways change numbers frequently and in the middle of nowhere, and the highway numbers are often posted in 1” (pardonnez moi – 2.5 millimetres) high letters on low wooden posts on the opposite side of the road. Direction signs will point you to the next hamlet 5 kilometres down the road, but are silent on whether you are still on the right highway to a major city 100 kilometres away. The names of towns and villages can often be spelled differently than on the road maps. City street names? Let’s just say you’re lucky if you can find them. And what’s with having traffic lights on the near side of the intersection so they are only visible if you’re driving a convertible with the top down?
If it was just the French I’d say they do it just to piss off the tourists, but Germany was no better. It’s like they are still in the Middle Ages when one only rarely ventured outside one’s village, and then only to the nearby abbey. And miniscule highway numbers on low signposts worked fine for someone walking or on horseback but are damnably hard to read at 130 kph. Let’s just say we made it – barely.
Aside from the frustration of driving over there we had a great trip (I’ll post a few of the better photos as I work my way through the collection), but it’s nice to be home. Now, hopefully the weather will give us a few more riding weeks and I’ll be able to wrap up the season in proper style.