Bikes had arrived intact with the exception of a small buckle in marks front disk brake. Happened to me on tibet trip but thankfully on the way home. I would not travel with a disc brake bike
Now to assemble the damn things!
All done and we are off. 3pm. Dang. Cant find the way out of the fucking airport and when we finally do, its terrifying because we end up on the motorway for 3kms totally missing the bike trail. Cycle past police who dont bat an eye and we have soon found the cycle path and heas for the isla river.
Did i say what a beautiful day it is? Clear blue skies and sunny and hot. Mid 20s. We were expecting cold and miserable which is how munich has been for the past week.
Now that we have joined the river and the adrenalin starts to fade, i finally remember how different riding with the weight of panniers is.
40kms into munich and as we get closer the busier it gets until we get to the inner parkland and it is walking pace only. The people are out in drove droves to enjoy to welcome us.
The new gps with garmin europe maps supplied by Steve draper from hendry cylces is great but my old mans eye sight doesnt help.
We find our hotel on the edge od marianplatz to ringing church bells and hundreds enjoying a beer in the sun.
Checkin, shower and out for a beer.
Dinner of pork medallions and traditional sauce of bacon onion mushroom and of course more german beer.
In bed by 9
My best flight to europe, thanks Qatar, and a fantastic ride into munic. 40kms for day 1. And enough.
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