Because the tent couldn't stand as good as possible during the wet night, some water managed to get inside it, too. I try to get all the stuff as dry as possible before I start. From there on it's all the way downhill, passing Idar-Oberstein. It's mostly downhill today anyway with still some inclines of course. I come into the valley of the river Rhine. There I take the ferry. The man taking the 2 Euro for ferrying across the river jests that actually I would have to pay twice that because these recumbent bikes would cost twice as much. Soso...At one of the traffic lights something strange, but also funny happens:
It's red, I stand at the first position. Some cars gather behind me. It's still red. Suddenly cars start honking. Okay, as a cyclist in Germany you are used to this primitive kind of communication, thus don't worry. Another car continues with honking. Okay, maybe they know each other and don't have any other way to say hello. But when other cars behind me startet honking, too, the situation becomes suspicious, I look around a little bit and notice that I have looked at the wrong traffic light all the time. What a pitty, I'm sorry and try to get away as soon as possible. But what can we learn from this? If horns weren't used so inflationary I would surely have noticed my mistake somewhat earlier.
However, in the region where I am now I don't see any camping sites on the map. So I think about two options: Looking for a place in the rarely existing wilderness in the area south of Frankfurt am Main or finding people who I know and ask them for a spontaneous possibility to sleep at their place. I decide for the second option as it is a good possibility to learn to know people in real life that until now I only know from the internet and from photos.
The evening is nice with chats about bikes, philosophy, the mixture of both and more. Definitely better than another evening in a caravan ghost town... thank you Ralf & family, and also Urs!