No breakfast at our little unpretentious guest house. Our lodgings were not exceptional, but the beds were good, it was quiet and what more do you need for one night. Well, maybe different pillows. The type pillow prevalent in German hotels is a big floppy affair that makes me fear it might smother me while I sleep. I detest those pillows.
We got to an early start and headed for one of those good cafe-bakery-pastry shops that open in time for those people who are up with the birds and want a coffee on their way to work. Breakfast taken care of, we were on our way at an unusually early hour. The ride home was fine, but not as pretty as the first day. We had many straight roads and trails, quite flat, through woods and along train tracks. It just wasn't inspiring. We slowly lost altitude all the way to the Isar and only had a short climb on other bank. From the Isar to Gauting was familiar ground, passing through some small towns and then Forstenrieder Park which is indeed lovely. We were home before noon.
An information point with informative texts and illustrations about the history of the park when it was used as private hunting grounds by the nobility.
Karen PoretInteresting! You have the same Bosch unit I have on my Gazelle..
Exception: I cannot get myself to switch over to km from mi. :( Reply to this comment 9 months ago
