We left Lindau and started our journey back to England albeit taking a different route back via France. The initial part of the journey was slow going with traffic that was hard to pick through.
As the temperatures rose we needed a pit stop and the golden M came to the rescue and provided us with some nice cold milkshakes.
The roads opened up and we made good time, although more road closures got in the way. I can’t believe how they just close motorways with no advanced signage or detours, and the satnav just keeps telling you to turn around and get on it anyway!
This did cause us to go a bit wrong and a long way out of our way which meant that we missed one of our planned stop off which would have seen us do a toboggan run.
Instead we arrived at Freiburg, our destination for the day tired and hot. It was a scorching 32c which isn’t fun in Black leathers with a 100c bike between your legs. We tried to get the bikes to the hotel but it meant going through a pedestrian zone which we were happy to do but the locals told us off for breaking ze rules!
After parking the bikes in the properly marked motorbike parking we checking in to the hotel and freshened up before going exploring.
It wasn’t long before we found a beer garden and much to Tommos shock, Mark ordered a salad. When it arrived, it was devoid of anything green though and was basically shredded sausage.
Just as we’d finished eating we saw a family of four trying to find somewhere to sit, so steve asked if they’d like to join us and they did. We talked a little in bad German, before hearing them talk to each other in English, it turns out that they’re from Wisconsin in the states. We chatted for a bit and left them to their food whilst we moved on to a food market where we did some window shopping. It was odd that no one ate their own food, and was gorging on each other’s, so we moved on. On the way out we saw a woman's dream shop; a gin bar that was also a shoe shop!
It was still baking so we stopped for an ice cream that had, I shit you not, 11 different menus. We barely had time to even see what menu was for what before the pushy waiter was demanding our order!
It was beer o clock by this point and where better to go when it’s ridiculously hot than a roof bar. Thankfully Steve can sniff out a roof bar from 500m away so we headed over. It was a nice bar, and we got the last table but although there was a breeze, it was like a hair dryer.
As the evening went on we went to a more traditional bar and then realised we’d left it too later to order food. It’s ok though as earlier, we’d spotted a kebab shop near the hotel and we turned up just as they were closing at 10:30pm! What is this craziness! Mark had to use his superpower and sniff out another kebab shop around the corner which was a traditional Turkish place run by some guys from Nottingham. It was good noms, cooked fresh in front of us, although we’d never really had the chips in the kebab before!
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