To get from our little overnight village of Neuf-Brisach to Strasbourg is fairly straight-forward. You ride through the North city gate (the one destroyed by a cannon-ball sometime in the 18th century), turn right, follow the little path for a hundred metres or so, turn left at the canal and follow it… for sixty kilometres. Yep, sixty. In a straight, unwavering line, no less. If it weren’t for the little wiggle you have to execute to avoid slamming in to the lock walls every two kilometres or so you wouldn’t actually need to steer at all!
Actually, that (like quite a lot that I try to remember and record here) isn’t completely accurate. Since the big wind two days ago the entire distance was littered with leaves, vines, twigs, sticks, small branches, bigger branches, really big branches, get off the bike and unblock the path because you can’t actually get through unless you do branches and stones. *
So, there really was a fairly pressing need to steer, really. Either that or crash, roll into the canal and possibly drown, sort of need.
Anyway, we slalomed our way sixty kilometres along the unerringly straight path, negotiated some real twists and corners when we arrived in Strasbourg and eventually finished our 74km ride at the very welcoming Diana Dauphine Hotel and began our very delightful stay in Strasbourg!
*Actually there were no stones. That part wasn’t completely accurate.