Leaving the guesthouse, I set out to rejoin the cycle network.
I came across this peculiar work of art of a cyclist being bitten on the bum by what looked like a carp, and hoped it wasn’t a sign of things to come:
Many German villages and town have these totem-pole-like trees:
My satnav guided me through some nice forests:
Back to cycling along the canal.. No more hills for a while!
I reached Nuremberg around lunchtime. The old town centre was strangely quiet. I cycled around a bit and came to another part of town which was a bit busier.
And found a place that served noodles and also provided shelter from the rain shower.
As I cycled out of town, I found other parts looked very interesting, and realised I’d only seen a fraction of what it has to offer, but need to come back another time when I can do it properly.
It started raining again persistently. At one of the heavier points I discovered a snack in my front pannier that I’d bought earlier that day in case of such an emergency..
I cycled on for a few hours towards a campsite. I stopped off along the way at a supermarket.
At one point I saw a deer in a forest I was cycling past. I stopped the bike and went back, but the deer had moved on.
I arrived at the camp site at 10 minutes to 8pm, checked in, put up the tent, and went to the camp site cafe for a drink.
Markt Taschendorf to Eckersmülen, 110 km. Total so far = 1,343 km.