Almost two months in to 2013 and I have (almost) kept my new year’s resolution of giving up alcohol for health and financial reasons. Last year I got through to the summer holidays (with a few minor blips) before falling off the wagon comprehensively. You see, I was in Germany for a few days and everywhere I looked there was beer on offer. Even the hotel where we stayed had its own brewery. I was fortunate enough to take two short cycle rides around the Bavarian town of Rothenburg ob der Tauber. I have to confess that I until we looked to book the flight, trains and accommodation I had never heard of the place. I went there on a family holiday.
Rothenburg ob der Tauber Ratsherrentrinkstube (City Councillors’ Tavern)
Not for the first time in my life I did no research before arriving in town. The ground floor of the building shown above houses the Rothenburg Tourist Office. An employee there gave me a leaflet when I asked for a map of the Romantic Road (Romantische Straße). In fact, she gave me a leaflet for a completely different series of routes, but it didn’t spoil my enjoyment of the rides I took.
The double bridge overlooked by Rothenburg ob der Tauber. It featured in the film Chitty Chitty Bang Bang (see also last page)
The woman in the tourist information office also told me that there was only one bicycle hire shop in the city (there are at least two more) and I went there for a sit up and beg bike. I managed to get lost and cycled off in a southerly direction before being put on the correct road by another cyclist. The road west from Rothenberg ob der Tauber falls away sharply on the route I took on day one over the double bridge on the way to Creglingen.
A number of roads rise away from the cycle track on the road to Creglingen. Fortunately there is no need for the cyclist on a heavy hire bike to take any of the 1 in 5 climbs
The Water Dale road from Thixendale. How did that one get in there? Actually, it’s the pleasant track alongside the Tauber
By the time we had found the bike shop, got a machine in the right size and I had headed off in vaguely the right direction (initially at least) it was late in the morning. I upped the pace along the undulating course towards Creglingen; I wanted to be there by noon.
In Creglingen for midday.
I gave up trying to order my food and drink in German, no doubt much to the relief of the Polish barmaid
The Bed and Bike house in Creglingen
At the place in the photograph above I ordered a cooling drink and the wrong food (on the menu it looked like chicken). I ate it anyway then thought I needed further cooling. After that I cycled round a bit before thinking it would be an idea to find some water for the return journey. I wanted fizzy stuff, found another cafe and tried to order it there. Being a simple soul and having little German I tried to communicate my needs with the nice lady behind the counter using the international language of mime (and, for some reason, a smattering of Italian). I was beginning to worry that I would get either a bottle of sparkling water or a few pounds of high explosives when a bored looking girl of about twelve years old looked up, said something that sounded like ‘bubbly’ and went in the back for a large glass bottle of sparkling water. Thank you very much, the German education system. Time to set off back along the Tauber.
On the way back to Rothenburg ob der Tauber. Some mixed their cycling holiday with walking
There were few road cyclists along the Romantic Road. Mostly it was middle-aged and elderly couples on heavy European tourers, mountain bikes or hybrids laden down with Ortlieb panners. Some looked as though they hadn’t done a great deal of cycling in recent years. But a least the weather was kind for them.
One of the few road bikes I saw during our stay
I was overtaken by one cyclist as I admired the view. With my large bottle in one hand, a camera in the other, and the handlebars somewhere in between, I clicked up a gear and set off at quite a pace after the chap in the photograph above. My legs and lungs were burning after about a mile of this but, sadly, I never got to see the expression on his tanned face when the roadie turned round to see a pink Englishman on his wheel, swigging a bottle of fizzy water and nonchalantly snapping the scenery.
Eventually, I had to silently bid adieu (or whatever is the German equivalent) to the road cyclist and slacken off the pace, ready for the eventual short stiff climb up to Rothenburg ob der Tauber.
This is still a cycle path, remember
Rothenberg ob der Tauber on the hill. (I had to turn round and go back to the fork where I had taken the wrong option)
On the return leg of my out-and-back I went all the way up to the highest point towards the bike shop. However, I had an other hour or so on the clock, so I cycled back in to town to take some more touristy snaps. This gate (below) at the southern end has a charming stone carving depicting a figure with an open mouth. It was used to pour hot oil through on to unwelcome visitors during earlier times.
At the southern gate