I know this is pretty wimpy of us, but really the windy Rhine Valley has found its chilly way into the core of our souls….. or at least the three smallest toes (curiously) on our left feet. Sam’s cycloknowitall (cycle computer) tells us that the air temp is just below zero but with the full frontal gale blowing its guts at us, the toes have gone. I mean really gone. Beyond numb. What is that stage… Heaven knows what the Tibetan plateau is going to do to us. Ko(2 dots)ln (Cologne) cathedral, that totemic architectural behemoth absorbed little of our attention today. Our minds were on the toes. The rest of our bodies are fine. Toasty in fact – in parts.
Sam is doing internet research tonight on how to bring the toes back to the land of the living. We want to draw in the cultural delights of western germany and be at one with its land but the weather has to meet us half way. Tomorrow the forecast is for snow. Some smart alec said that Europe in the winter months was “the way to do it”.
You may be concerned about a negative tone but, no. Gritty realism is not to be shied away from. How can being infused with a spirit of immense sense of liberation be negative? Chatting about toes cannot take away from this. We are still beaming if a little weary, but the strength is growing in both of us and the pinpoint that we are is moving across the map.
We will hopefully be in Frankfurt tonight. And may even hang out to see the underbelly.