Riedlingen to Leipheim

Last night I stayed in a little place outside Riedlingen that looked like someone's garden except there was no house attached. I was the only person there and there was a fire pit and an old mechanical beer vending machine with incredibly cheap beer. I decided to light the fire and drink the beer. I went through the small amount of wood quickly, so embarked on a ninja mission to acquire more from a nearby yard. I did this maybe 8 times and ended up with a lot of wood. Once you get locked into a serious wood collection the tendency is to push it as far as you can.

This morning I dragged myself out of bed and took my time getting myself going. The start of the ride was fairly hilly. There were a lot of bugs around today so I spent a good portion of the day picking them out of my teeth and eyes.

There were also a lot of football matches. I stopped to watch the first one. I really hope they were reserve grade because they were rubbish. I don't think I saw an accurate pass in the 15 minutes I watched. The green team, who were the worst of the two, somehow scored 2 goals while I watched. I kept riding and came across another match. I only watched it for 5 minutes and saw another goal. They were a little better but not much. In all I rode past 7 football matches.

I got to Ulm, which looks like a very pretty city. The trail goes right along the river and is like an express way through the city. There was an impressive cathedral I could see but didn't get a chance to go to because it was getting late and there is nowhere to stay in Ulm. I'd ridden 70km to get there but had to ride straight through if I wanted to find a place to camp.

So I rode on and was in the middle of a dense forest on a gravel path when I saw a sign for camping. I turned off, followed this other gravel path and got to a T intersection with no more signs. I guessed a direction, came to a town and still no signs for camping. I asked a nice older gentleman for directions. He didn't speak English but he gave me the most comprehensive directions imaginable. In German. He just kept talking for a solid 5 minutes. All I understood was the direction in which he was pointing. I found the camping place, a solid 8km from where the sign was.

There is a food place here so I went to get food but it seems the staff decided to put their best Leiderhosen on and sit in the back room getting drunk as skunks. I managed to convince one of them to make me a pizza, which I'd say was from the supermarket and microwaved, but better than nothing.