After the race last Sunday, I headed north to Darmstadt to see my
grandparents. I received a bike map of the area from a friend so I could
explore the area I grew up in.
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Bike map with trails wherever you go |
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I had somewhat an idea
where to go but otherwise just decided to ride wherever it looks best.
Right from the start I was surprised by the great network of trails the
area had to offer. The condition of the trails were excellent so I could
ride as fast or slow as I wanted.
In addition to the bike map,
signs displayed riding routes and distances that could be easily
followed. The bike map was only necessary if I wanted to know which
number a certain route was. I just had to make I don't ride outside the
map.
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Green bike signs everywhere with distances |
Following along the countryside in sunny clear
weather I came across a sign for a castle - Alsbacher Schloss. I decided
to climb up to the castle but apparently followed the way for
pedestrians because suddenly I found myself in the middle of a vineyard.
After a while a found the right way up to the castle.
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First through the small town... |
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...then through the forest |
The entrance of the castle was all cobbles. Respect to all racers who are racing on that for miles and miles.
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Cobbles at the entrance and the courtyard |
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View from the courtyard |
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Way up the tower |
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View from the tower |
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Bike came along
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After the spontaneous sightseeing tour, I followed randomly the bike signs to new direction. After a while I got hungry but no supermarket was in sight. However, I came across a little strawberry stand and bargained with the lady for some strawberries, which were picked just down the street.
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Sweet strawberries from a stand |
The road took me further up a ridge where I had an incredible view over fields, neighboring towns and farms.
The strawberries didn't last long so arising hunger made me decide to turn home. I called my grandmother that I am more than ready for lunch and headed home on some dirt and paved roads. Back home, I decided that German cuisine hits the spot as recovery food.
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