Oh dear, things were going so well...
We crossed the border into Germany after a couple of days of patchy rain and then spent a night in the already damp tent under the most torrential downpour we've seen - ever. Soph courageously realligned the tent on its poles so that the drips were directed onto Luke's head instead of hers, but she still wasn't happy. And frankly who could blame her - this was supposed to be her honeymoon, and yet here she was, knackered from days relentlessly pushing pedals, on a campsite for hundreds with just one toilet. Not good.
To make matters worse, the day after as our heroes cycled into Aachen, the old seat of the Holy Roman Empire, Luke got rather too close to a pavement at enough speed to flip the trailer. After crushing his helmet which he'd bungeed to the top of it, it then flipped back over, revealing a bent axle and a dubious angle on the chassis.
Repair was futile but Luke did enough for them to make the 70km (90km with Sophie's imaginative navigation and up some substantial hills powered by numerous snickers bars) to Cologne and buy a new one (see the addidtion to 'How to Bodge').
With a new trailer, cheaper German beer, the shadow of Köln cathedral behind them and the prospect of sunny weather for a while, our plucky pair look set for better times ahead heading south along the Rhine.
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Glad you enjoyed Koln, but sorry you having to have spokes repaired. Hope this goes well.
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