The Hartz Mountains of Germany remind me a little of the Berkshires in Up State New York. They're not big, just nice rollers thorough miles and miles of Forest. Of course, you don't get the castles and tile-roofed villages in the USA that they have here. It's really something to be pedaling along a dirt path, round a corner and come upon a Medieval dwelling.
There's a system of bicycle routes in Germany called the R1. It directs cyclists to the less-used roads and paths from one border to the next. There are 12 routes all together and I'm following one to Megbeburg, or maybe Dessau, then head South along the Elbe River to Prague.
WIFI has been a challenge here, I was lucky to stumble on a youth hostel in the middle of the woods that had it, so I bought a hour to catch up with my email and to write the blog.
I have settled into a routine over the last few days. I ride about 50 or 60 miles, then find a campground. It costs from €5 to €8 Euros for one night, and showers are usually a Euro. I make some pasta for dinner, read for a while, then work on a blog and on my book. I get to sleep around 10 and am up by 7. My breakfast consists of a PBJ, some dry granola and a piece of fruit, all washed down with water.
I'm on the road by 8 or 8:30, and right away start looking for a grocery store to get second breakfast. I used to stop at bakeries, but I found I could get the same things at supermarkets for a lot less. While I'm in the store, I stock up on food for the day. I'll buy some fruit and maybe a vegetable to add to that night's pasta.
Lunch is another PBJ with fruit and maybe a pastry. I take about half a hour for lunch, then it's back on the road till about 5 or 6. I find a campground and the cycle begins all over again.
I sure do miss my friends and family, but I try not to think about that too much. I want to get as much out of this adventure as I can because I know it won't last forever.