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This morning it happened: I was officially exposed. 😄
A French fellow rider (category "time trialist with aerobars and caffeine in my blood") looks at me, laughs, and says dryly:
"Ah... you're just for enjoying!"
And me? I almost fell off my bike laughing. Yes, exactly. I enjoy myself – sometimes with
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Breakfast? No sign of it. Disorientated? Lost for a moment. 😅
The day began with a short lap of honor in the vineyards below Mont Royal – I got lost twice. But hey, that's how you get to know the area! 😄
At the top of the mountain was Checkpoint 17, amidst the ruins of a Louis XIV fortress. And as a
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Today, things started off more leisurely – I actually treated myself to an extra hour of sleep. 😴 And the best part? I had access to a washing machine! Freshly washed cycling gear on the fifth day of touring? Almost like a spa weekend. Almost.
The view out the window promised a great day – so off I went
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5:30 in the morning at the Motel Soest – while normal people are still snuggling up with their pillows, I'm already back on the saddle. 😴Today it was clear: It's going to be long. It's going to be hilly. And my butt? It was already protesting when I got up. 🙈
Nevertheless: The sun was shining, my legs
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What a way to start the day! I was back on my bike shortly after 6:00 a.m. – well-rested as a brick, but with freshly baked coffee in my veins. Göttingen was soon behind me, 36 kilometers on the clock, and ahead of me… the Weser River!
The little ferry was my morning highlight: silent, driven by the current
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Early bird, tired legs! 🐓⏰ I left my Weimar nest before six o'clock and set off – straight into a golden morning and up to the first checkpoint of the day: the beech forest. A story for breakfast. Puzzle solved, sun on my back, everything flowing. 🌞
Then I headed into the Thuringian Basin – and into
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Good morning from Teichstraße! 🌅 Today it finally started – and how! Shortly after 6:00 a.m., I was standing among a whole horde of cheerful road cyclists, many of them from France 🇫🇷. There was wild chatter, French banter, and the first coffee flowing freely – just the start I needed. ☕🚴
The first
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The alarm clock rang mercilessly at 4:30 a.m. 🕟
The last stage. The grand finale. And what better way to start than with a climb to the Hornisgrinde – the highest point of this tour? 1155 meters. Pure Black Forest.
It was fresh, foggy, magical. I fought my way up, turn by turn – alone, tired, motivated
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