After two days of clean, safe, tidy, flat and yes, really rather dull, Belgian cycle paths I set off for the rolling hills of Germany, climbing out of Maastricht. And it was great! Great to be back on real roads on changing terrain with hills, woods, towns, villages and vineyards. A day of proper riding and it felt good.
The evening was spent at Daddy O's in Koblenz where conversation again turned to travel. The conclusion of the Germans I was talking to however was that whilst other countries were fine to visit, only a fool would actually live anywhere other than Germany.