Friday May 10 was all about getting there. ‘There’ being Trier, on the Mosel River, about 200 km downstream from Koblenz, where the Mosel joins its big sister, The Rhine.
We had four days ahead of us on electric bikes, a modest 50 – 60 km each day! We had flown to Frankfurt, and caught the train to Trier with one change. Our train journey follows the Rhine and then the Mosel so the three hours was a good primer for what to expect.
Arrived in Trier and it looked like rain. This promise was fulfilled the next day. Humphrey had ‘done’ Trier that day so we saw his pictures and decided an early supper should take precedence over touring the town.
Trier does have lots of nice bits; Roman 4C, solid Germanic looking ruins as far as I could gather, from my favourite book of learning, Wikipedia. (Must donate some more € to them).
We have the Roman Empire’s emphatic colonisation of this part of Germany to thank for the Mosel wine growing. They thought vines and wines were worth a dart, had a go. So folk in these parts have been at it ever since.
Washington Post, Bert Archer,
'In Germany’s Mosel Valley, though beer is usually on tap, you see almost no one drinking it. It’s wine, wine and more wine, served in stemware, tumblers and mugs.' Full piece
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| On tour, L - R: Humphrey the financier, Iain the driver, yours truly, Davy the pilot and Mike the fishmonger |
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