The most amazing thing about Germany
is that Harry has shown a complete new lease of life since returning to his
homeland. It was understandable that as we crossed the border from the Czech
Republic that the standard of the main road continued to be billiard table
smooth, but turning onto the minor roads was the difference between Germany
and…………well, frankly every country we’ve passed through since leaving France in
April, and that’s eleven! Driving along these country roads is as if they had
just newly surfaced them especially to welcome Harry. We thought we were going
deaf, as there wasn’t the slightest creak, rattle of tea cups or chinking of
loose wine bottles to be heard anywhere, oh the joy of it compared to somewhere
like Hungary, where we were starting to think we’d be bringing Harry back in a
couple of sacks.
We were greeted on our arrival at our first
wohnmobilstellplatz, or stellplatz for short, by Robert. This is a free (for
convenience I will use my preferred French term) ‘aire’, in the small village
of Marktleuthen UK
to catch up with this kind of service for campervanners?
It is just a one night stand for us, but checking the
weather forecast has not helped guide us in any specific direction other than a
general westerly one, as all of mainland Europe seems to be fighting off
thunderstorms until the weekend.
 |
| Our free, let's call it 'aire', complete with the standard beer bellied German. |
No comments:
Post a Comment