After spending a week with a friend recharging my batteries in Bamberg, I feel lazy to take the road again, I confess. But this is the beginning of the end: the last stage of this Journey to Nowhere.
It’s a fine autumnal morning, partially cloudy; and as I move forward there are, up the hills, some fog patches and cooler air. A short stop in Uffenheim for a tea in a quiet patisserie while planning the route to follow. Later, the afternoon gets grey and temperature drops to twelve Celsius, which is biting cold when on a motorcycle. The landscape, though, becomes nicer, more rural, spotted with old buildings that house inns or gasthoff; fall is at its best here, and the country is derssed with garish contrasts of ochres and greens – and that, oh! so evocative smell of burnt wood…

At half past four – perfect time to call it a day’s journey – I stop in Wüstenrot, where I find a pleasant and affordable guesthouse, run by a nice lady helped by a young pretty brunette with one of those mischievous smiles… Pity I’m not in the mood for flirting, lately! The village is a rather dull one, but the surroundings are very pleasing; so, once settled in, I go for a long stroll on the fields and a nearby grove of pine trees and redwoods (who would expect to find those here?), where eventually the path fades and vanishes into a large patch of moist soil that render my sneackers totally muddy. Continue reading “Paths on the air”