One of the pathetic little attractions of this circum-lake-ution for those who keep count of countries they’ve cycled in (yes, I’m afraid I really do) is the chance to cross lots of borders. We’ve managed three so far, will do another two tomorrow, and we’ll rack up ten by the time we’ve slipped into Liechtenstein and back, as we’re planning to do on Friday.
No passport is required, so no extra stamps are handed out, I’m afraid.
Today we’ve pedalled 55km from Germany to Hochst in Austria and I could add Switzerland to the count in less than five minutes if I chose. The border is that close but…nah, we were there two days ago, so it can wait until tomorrow.
Today began with a ride on country lanes, through field and forest, apple orchards and strawberry farms, sharing the cycle path with families wobbling behind Papa dinking the youngest, lycra-clad mountain-bikers, high school girls in giggling groups and older couples zipping past on his and hers on electric bikes.
Our first port of call was Lindau, the former island, now connected to the mainland by road and rail.
From Lindau it was less than ten kilometres around the water’s edge to Bregenz, over the Austrian border.
…preparations were being made for the annual opera spectacular presented on the lake in front of the town by Bregenzer Festspiele. Sets were being built and they looked spectacular, in a Disney on Ice sort of way.
Damn! This year’s Magic Flute doesn’t start for another two months.