I cycled from Trento, Italy to Staufen im Breisgau Germany (except the highest pass which i hitched a ride on a truck and a train) mostly along bike paths. first the Path from Trento to Bolzano, then further up past Meran, the trail continued until the swiss border.
Once i came through the tunnel on the Davos side, I mostly followed the #2 basel rhine route, bicycle path basically all through swiss past lake Konstanze. In germany, this becomes the eurovelo 15 route, which i mostly followed until taking the turn to come visit old friends here in Black Forest.
The path have been quite variable so far, as the photos show some.
on the fourth day, the highest pass over 2100m, was too much. so i hitched a ride on a truck!
nice driver took me up onto the train and thru to near Davos, where i caught up with the Rhine bike route
sometimes i stay in campgrounds (and get a nice long long hot shower!) sometimes i ask a farmer if i can sleep on the meadow or out in their orchard, sometimes i dissappear into the night stealth camping. all these ways are nice, and it’s so good to be out in the tent, on the ground, unzip in the morning and fresh!
remember i have a flask of mezcal!
along the way i am eating well! shopping in supermarkets and farmer stores in the little towns along the way, i’ve cooked each night. i’ll boil some potatoes or lentils and stirfry veggies, add some beans, or make a coconut curry. i grabbed a bunch of spices along the way, and a can of olive oil another cycle traveller gave us. in the morning fresh coffee. When i was running out of gas i tested out the new wood stove and bushcrafted myself a dinner! it was certainly more work than the gas stove, but i’m first testing the thing is it viable to travel with that. i had fun and smelled like campfire afterwards =)
the last few kilometers i was following a google track for cycle, which took me all around and about the dirt roads and farmer paths. yes it was all cyclable, and it was the most direct way…butthe google path was kind f inhumane and took me out in the mud, instead off finding me a nice smooth bike lane…
finally arrived at my old friends’ place in a little village Germany, where i lived 20 years ago. they were playing pingpong