CYCLING LAKE CONSTANCE, DAY 2 – Stein to Uberlingen

There were so many villages I lost track. Is this Mannern or Steckborn? Maybe somebody knows.

There were so many villages I lost track. Is this Mannern or Steckborn? Maybe somebody knows.

It was the coldest May day in 30 years, some other shivering cyclist told us. I doubt it got further than 8 degrees, with a vicious wind chill factor.

We were very lucky, however. The icy wind was at our backs for most of the 50 or so kilometres we rode and the rain didn’t set in till we could watch it sweeping across the lake from our hotel window.

It was a day for riding on the Swiss side of Lake Constance, between fields and farms, rolling on the cycleway beside the railway line (putting the bikes on the train was always an option if things turned nasty), and passing through half-timbered villages.

We didn't always have the road to ourselves, but we nearly did. All sensible people were sitting by a roaring fire.

We didn’t always have the road to ourselves, but we nearly did. All sensible people were sitting by a roaring fire.

So many signs, and not one pointing to the place I'm trying to find.

It’s all very well signposted, though there’s not one pointing to the place I’m trying to find. Which way is Diessenhofen?

We stopped in Restaurant Schiff, Steckborn, for kaffee and snuff. As you do when cycling in the cold.

No, really they had a snuff machine for use by customers. I thought nobody had actually taken snuff since the eighteenth century, but in Steckborn they do it all the time, apparently.

This is a snuff machine. No, nothing to do with euthanasia.

This is a snuff machine. No, nothing to do with euthanasing mice.

You put your nose on the wooden thing on the right, release the hammer and it falls on a little seesaw and slams snuff up your nose. Then you wipe your nose with the brush. Mevrouw T tried it. Why this is considered fun is mystery to both of us.

We rode on, snuff-, kaffee-, bratwurst- and wind-assisted, and took a ferry across the water to Uberlingen.

The first thing anybody would notice arriving by boat is the fountain by sculptor Peter Lenk. It depicts local writer Martin Walser, wearing ice skates and riding a horse, supported by mermaids. His most popular book is called Runaway Horse. Herr Lenk has intrigued us.

Peter Lenk's fountain.

Peter Lenk’s fountain.

Detail of Peter Lenk's fountain. I wonder what the story is?

Detail of Peter Lenk’s fountain. I wonder what the story is?

We had to keep moving to beat the rain. It’s only a couple of kilometres back into Uberlingen, so tomorrow we’ll go and see more of the town.

A passing glimpse of Uberlingen was promising.

A passing glimpse of Uberlingen was promising.

The writer was the guest of Freedom Treks and was assisted by Bodensee Tourismus.

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3 responses to “CYCLING LAKE CONSTANCE, DAY 2 – Stein to Uberlingen

  1. Shame about the weather. I visited Romanshorn by ferry from Friedrichshafen on route to Lichtenstein and I remember the lovely colours of the buildings. I remember wondering what it might have been like to be Swiss and watch Friedrichshafen burning the night allied bombers attacked it in WW2.

  2. The snuff machine is fascinating. So glad you tried it. It would have been a shame come away thinking at it might be the answer to all your prayers. I thought the idea of snuff was to, well, snuff the stuff not have it snuffed for you. Maybe it was designed for snuff-addicts with emphysema. Is that a little computer monitor on it where you can program in the length of your nose and then select the force with which it delivers the goods?

  3. The Kaffee and Bratwurst while sheltering from the wind and rain sounds appealing… but the snuff? Naaaaa…. Ick. :-)

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