The Red Deer Walk- day 1

Well if the weather holds true to form, this will be a fantastically  memorable walk! In true Germanic style it is an outstandingly organised hiking trail, which any human with a modicum of orientation could navigate. My sense of orientation was instilled from birth. 

A little like the Camino Trail in Spain where one simply follows the yellow Nautilus, here one follows a red diamond and the Sign of the Red Deer – the only hiccup being the Deer is in fact green! As there is a significantly high proportion of German men who are colour blind, I guess it’s not so much of an issue, to Germans or  one was still walking at night. Here I must confess that I did become mildly lost ( if there are indeed degrees of “lostness” ) and faced the prospect of finishing in the dark.

The other totally unanticipated bonus was my accommodation! Again if the first two hotels are to be the standard for the week, then I could spend months in the Schwarzwald living like a decadent movie star. The Germans call them “wellness centres”. 

hotel langenwaldsee at Freudenstadt

my room hotel oberwiessenhof at Besenfeld

One was greeted at reception by a buxom wench dressed in German national costume who would have passed muster for a Bavarian Beer Hall and made Vivienne jealous. Sadly I have yet to be welcomed by Kurt in leadenhose. 
At the hotel in Besenfeld at reception I was asked if I would be in for dinner and breakfast, of course I replied. Here is my reserved table for dinner and breakfast!

the dining room

my reservation at dinner.

breakfast again with quaint place name


The wellnes centres of both hotels were dazzlingly decadent and could have been lifted out of an ancient Roman bathhouse or the public baths at Budapest! Spas, saunas, steam rooms and swimming pool with showes that shot water out of multiple orifices at every few centimeters around the wall!  Marble, slate and terrazzo added a final Greek touch! 


So here are a few pictures of the first day -24 km easy! The rest of the week is truely a walk in the woods only about 15 km a day! Even Pamela could cope whilst Michelle would surely approve of the accommodation!

the start!

Cycle Holland last day

We left Utreck in light drizzle – so called Dutch drizzle! Refer pictures. Only in Holland would one see a cyclist riding hands free  in drenching rain – an open umbrella in one and an iPhone in the other!


Then the sun came out on this our last day! 

Gouda to Utreck

Another day that continuously threatened rain, but did not! But there was a ray of sunshine as our luggage was waiting for us at the hotel Malie, Utreck! 

The day’s cycling was quite enjoyable as it remained rain free and the moderate wind seemed mostly to be from behind or at worst, a cross wind! Meandering through villages with canals running parallel to the streets and lush green fields with contented cud chewing cows! 

the sea scouts boats!

the family boat parked at the front gate


Some shots of a village where we stopped for coffee and I purchased a waterproof BBB bike holder attachment and case for the iPhone – which has been exceedingly accurately and useful for GPS navigation using maps.me app! Get it ! Better than the Garmin

Thence to Utreck where around 4:30 the rain came! In buckets! Then cleared as quickly as it started! Utreck is a University town – here the students seem to boat rather rowdly along the canals, a far cry from a Cambridge punt. 

Gouda pronounced…

it’s a guttural  “K”… ouda – from back of the throat. 

Another dull overcast day with spitting rain interspersed with periods of  dry but ominous scudding clouds. Not conducive to stopping or photography! 

Otherwise if sunny it would have been a totally enjoyable day of cycling ! We arrived damp and a little despondent, aggravated further by the late arrival of our luggage around 6:30 pm. 

And of course we all would recognise Gouda cheese? A few pics of the village square. 

the Gouda municipal council chambers!

Leiden

Well it was intermittently sunny! Leiden is a University town and today Wednesday was market day by the Rhine  – a rest day not that we needed a rest! The cycling has not been arduous! 

Pamela has a wardrobe malfunction

the Dutch only do hard cheese . Pamela has a poke to prove it

Pamela needed a steadying hand

It’s soooo quaint!

The hotel at Leiden I described as reminiscent of Fawlty Towers. I am NOT complaining but the two photos below surely demonstrate why the rooms appealed to a baby boomer like me! 

Can you pick the lavatory chain? enlarge it!


the latest in HD entertainment centres and bedside clock radio. The last time I saw this gear was in 1965 when we stayed as a family at the Motel Dimboola

Bloemendaal to Leiden

The third day promised a route through a national park thence several kilometres of long beach shores, shirting along scrubby sand dunes then inland following canals often with huge industrial complexes and finally into the university town of Leiden. It threatened rain all day thankfully it held off till about 7 km from our destination then pelted down for 15 minutes so we had lunch from a supermarket under the awning. 

The dutch version of the Gold Coast equally depressing

The City Hotel Nieuw Minerva is really quite quaint reminiscent in its decore of Fawlty  Towers! 

Volendam to Bloemendaal

The day dawned wet and rather miserable. It was therefore a  less than enjoyable 65 km trip, flatness not withstanding. The delightful Dutch lass who served us coffee around 11am pronounced confidentially that the rain would finish at 4pm and the sun would shine, which it did at 4:01 precisely. The village of Edam a mere 10 km into our day’s journey was delightful.

the more astute will see that this is the same picture as above , but with bridge up

Volendam 

The day remained delightfully sunny and cool – ideal weather to cycle. Our hotel had the feel of a cross between a country club and RSL casino!  This is my bedroom 


As it turned out this Sunday was the annual village fair! The older male generation dressed in the typical black sailors pantaloons! The younger  generation in tank tops. Irrespective of age all were making serious efforts to finish the day inebriated. The village  is quite touristy.

beautiful petunias