After lunch all the crazy drivers are on the road...including a motorcyclist coming out of a corner on the wrong side of the road, a BMW from Germany, I missed it by a twinkle, my heart is going boum boum ....more adrenaline pumping up as I reach corners covered with pebbles (for snow conditions)....later the front tyre is sliding on melting rubber used to patch cracks in the bitumen...it is getting hot and I am a bit frustrated with the afternoon ride.
I get into the paved town of Munster, and find a small hotel with undercover parking for the bike. Cigognes (same family as the oz jabiru) are squatting all over town
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I find a shop full of local cheese, The Munster, eau de vie - brandy made from rasberry, pear, mirabelle, plums and the Alsacian pie. The owner is a motorcyclist.
In the evening an accordeonist entertains the hotel guests with his accordeon
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