Triberg, Baden-Baden & Kiel 18 - 19 Oct 15

Heading North out of Titisee we followed the back roads through some stunning scenery to find Germany's highest waterfall at Triberg. The final descent into Triberg down a very steep road was a bit hairy, and following our experiences through Austria last year, we went very easy on the brakes and stopped half way down for them to cool. I suppose it is not surprising that a large quantity of wine plus a large, heavy brick of a motorhome is not going to compete very well with gravity!

Having found somewhere secure to park we set out to explore the waterfall and had a good time wandering about the place. The paths were very steep so we were pleased to have had lots of hill training in the Alsace and we whizzed up and down like mountain goats. After firing loads of photos we went to have a look at the House of 1000 clocks and admired all the cuckoo clocks therein. Some were tacky, others very pretty and some commanded price tags of 1,000's of yoyos! We decided that a cuckoo clock in the bus would probably only survive 1 night before being chucked out of the window so we departed, again heading north the 60 miles or so to Baden-Baden (why is it named twice?).

Finding the Stellplatz-Stellplatz we walked-walked into town, which turned out to be a 2.5 mile trek, but we really liked the town. We bimbled around and had a beer in the overpriced Lowenbrau beer house, where we were surrounded by Brits obviously in town for a conference. We both agreed that Brits on a conference in town all dress and speak the same way and we likewise agreed that we were glad that we no longer had to suffer that experience.

The following morning we decided that we would like to see a bit more of the town so we caught the bus-bus back in, walked through the lovely gardens, laughed at the conference attendees with their braying voices and shiny suits, had some delicious apfelstrudel, did some food shopping and went to the bus stop to figure out how to pay for the journey back. Luckily there was a very well dressed lady at the bus stop who said "Pay boy on bus" so that was OK.

Back at the bus we headed off again to find the Burstner Factory in Kiel, which is on the Rhine and just over the border from Strasbourg. We found the factory, and saw thousands of Burstners of all types lined up waiting for despatch, but we couldn't find the showroom. Time was getting on, so we quickly crossed  the border and booked into the excellent new Indigo site at Strasbourg, where we enjoyed a very quiet night despite wandering around for hours in the dark trying to find a fresh water tap.