Where's Bertie? He's sitting on a basketball practise court just outside of the village of Munderkingen. It's a strange place for him to be, but bizarrely, the court doubles as the official Stellplatz. (Exact location: 48.23358, 9.65048)
Weather: Cloudy start, soon burning off, then sunny until gone 6pm when a wall of cloud and rumblings of thunder slowly approached from the east.
It was a bit of a disturbed night, with heavy rain and a few rumbles of thunder coming in around midnight, the former necessitating the closing of the rooflights as, even in their lowest open position, bouncing rain gets in. Closing the four rooflights didn't do anything to help the temperature inside.
Even so, I was up early for a run, which turned out on a nicer route than expected, albeit it was a bit harder going on mixed terrain, after being spoilt with such good riverside tracks lately. I did wuss out on running back up to Bertie - that 200' climb was over too short a distance for my liking, so I called it my warm-down.
Back at Bertie, Mick had splashed out 50c on 1kWh of electricity, at my request. At the risk of too much information, my legs had reached a stage of yetiesqueness that required some mains power for thestrimmer epilator. We managed to use the whole kWh before we left, then donated a further 40c to the town at the service point. The machine said it was 51c per 5 minutes of water, which seemed a bit strange (particularly as the machine didn't take any coins smaller than 10c), and it wasn't until I put the last coin in (which, even more strangely, took our registered amount to 47c versus the reality of 50c) that I realised that we could have put in just 10c for 1 minute. We only needed to fill two bottles. Even my most skinflint tendencies couldn't begrudge the town a few cents in return for giving us a free Stellplatz.
Onwards to Munderkingen - a whole 11km along the road - where on arrival we were a little confused. The Stellplatz was well signposted, so there was no doubt that we were in the right place, but the gravel entrance to the field gave way to grass, where there was a football pitch to one side of us and a basketball half court on the other side. I got out and had a little look around for the best spot, whereupon it became clear that the basketball court *was* the parking area.
Bertie, wondering what happens if some local kids want to use the hoop
This sign is on the court and the diagram is perfectly clear - four motorhomes can park here.
Our walk into and around the village this afternoon showed it to be a nice little place, with interesting features including:
- removable flood defences (no photos of that);
- a pretty main square:
- another of those "What's that about then?" sculptures:
- the church (a religious bling-fest):
- and seven storks (but my phone will only allow me to put an even number into a collage):
The late afternoon has seen us sitting outside on the basketball court (the other side of which runs the Danube), where, in the shade, it's been quite a nice temperature. Then, just as I went in to prepare tea, a band of bumbly clouds was seen approaching, followed rapidly by rumbles of thunder. It was an hour and a half before it hit us, but when it did, goodness, that rain was heavy and one of the claps of thunder didn't half rattle the ground. It's just starting to pass by now, which is a good thing, as I feel like I might melt if I can't open the windows again soon.
Weather: Cloudy start, soon burning off, then sunny until gone 6pm when a wall of cloud and rumblings of thunder slowly approached from the east.
It was a bit of a disturbed night, with heavy rain and a few rumbles of thunder coming in around midnight, the former necessitating the closing of the rooflights as, even in their lowest open position, bouncing rain gets in. Closing the four rooflights didn't do anything to help the temperature inside.
Even so, I was up early for a run, which turned out on a nicer route than expected, albeit it was a bit harder going on mixed terrain, after being spoilt with such good riverside tracks lately. I did wuss out on running back up to Bertie - that 200' climb was over too short a distance for my liking, so I called it my warm-down.
Back at Bertie, Mick had splashed out 50c on 1kWh of electricity, at my request. At the risk of too much information, my legs had reached a stage of yetiesqueness that required some mains power for the
Onwards to Munderkingen - a whole 11km along the road - where on arrival we were a little confused. The Stellplatz was well signposted, so there was no doubt that we were in the right place, but the gravel entrance to the field gave way to grass, where there was a football pitch to one side of us and a basketball half court on the other side. I got out and had a little look around for the best spot, whereupon it became clear that the basketball court *was* the parking area.
Bertie, wondering what happens if some local kids want to use the hoop
This sign is on the court and the diagram is perfectly clear - four motorhomes can park here.
Our walk into and around the village this afternoon showed it to be a nice little place, with interesting features including:
- removable flood defences (no photos of that);
- a pretty main square:
- another of those "What's that about then?" sculptures:
- the church (a religious bling-fest):
- and seven storks (but my phone will only allow me to put an even number into a collage):
The late afternoon has seen us sitting outside on the basketball court (the other side of which runs the Danube), where, in the shade, it's been quite a nice temperature. Then, just as I went in to prepare tea, a band of bumbly clouds was seen approaching, followed rapidly by rumbles of thunder. It was an hour and a half before it hit us, but when it did, goodness, that rain was heavy and one of the claps of thunder didn't half rattle the ground. It's just starting to pass by now, which is a good thing, as I feel like I might melt if I can't open the windows again soon.
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