In the next morning everything is extremely wet which has to do with the near lake. Also my clothes that I had washed the day before are still or again very wet so that I try to dry them on the toilet of the camping site. Of course that's not absolutely successful but at least they are not wet and cold when I put them on.During the day it's hilly again. But now it's already less than in the days before. I have some difficulties finding a supermarket. So I ask someone at the side of the road. He explains the way to the next bigger supermarket, everything in English. And when he's finished he asks where I am from. I tell him that I started in the Netherlands. So he continues that we actually could have talked in Dutch as he is from there, too. Okay, why did I ask him in English anyway?
I pass Luxembourg City in the east where I become the victim of a Honda Goldwing meeting. That means that for 10 minutes or more all the traffic in the opposite direction consists of motorcycles which in the beginning is quite funny as they wave at me, too. But after having waved back to the 100th motorbike it's only annoying.
I find a camping site at the river Moselle and near the town Schengen which became famous for the Schengen Agreement which - in short words - allows people to travel without any border controls within the area of application of this Agreement.
After having had a shower and a soup I take the bike to Schengen and a few kilometres further to Contz-les-Bains in France. I return to the camping site in Luxembourg via Germany. In that way I've managed to make a trip around the border triangle there, too.