I spent Saturday night in the Banhofsviertel--the trainstation district, a kind of raunchy but lively area full of eateries, hostels, junkies and drunks. Sunday was my museum day. I bought a city-wide museum pass and started off in the Jewish Museum which told the story of Jews in Frankfurt/Germany from Roman times through to the holocaust and beyond. Next it was off to the Stadel Museum--Frankfurt's world-class art collection. And finally to the city's modern art museum.
Sunday afternoon I went back to the hotel where I spent my first night after arrival in Germany. The hotel had held my suitcase. I folded my bike and carried it up to the room where I spent an hour or two sipping beer while cleaning, breaking down and packing away my bike.
All in all it was a good trip. Traveling alone can be both exciting and lonely. On one hand, I get to meet more people traveling this way--because I have to. The downside is that there's often no one there to share experiences with you when you stumble across things that are memorable.
Germany is a lovely country and it's pretty clear that I'm descended from Germans. They like order and so do I. These are my people. But I also missed my people at home.
I lucked out on the weather--the first two weeks were perfect. And Germany is definitely set up for bike touring. If I come back, I'd like to visit the south on the Austrian border and the far north near Lubbeck.
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