In the next morning an older couple from the region around Cologne starts talking to me. They have spent one night there with their caravan and they invite me for a tea. I take the offer as in the meantime the tent can still dry somewhat. We talk about different topics until it becomes obvious that he is interested in recumbent bikes and trikes, too. His not really cheap mountainbike proofs that he isn't kidding...So I leave the camping site at around 10 and cycle against the river Main. When the first road signs with the city name "Schweinfurt" appear I follow them. These signs are especially for cyclists and follow surprisingly good ways, mostly in valleys and thus as even as possible with some few hills.
At around 12:00 I stop at a bakery in Eußenheim to get myself some food. The salesgirl, probably the apprentice seems to like the somewhat sweaty cyclist who has some trouble finding the right names for the wished pastries. This becomes especially obvious when "the business" was made and I say bye and totally shy a "bye" comes back, with a very kind smile and another "bye" as she seems uncertain if I have heard the first one. I smile back and leave the shop, pack some of the pastries into my bags and then sit down on a wall near the bakery to eat the rest. It seems like in the bakery it looks like I was sitting in their pavement café and so she has to come out to check if I want to order something. She just looks around the corner, sees that I'm only sitting at that wall, smiles shyly again and returns into the shop. What a pitty she had some other customers and "supervisors" in there, too...The weather is quite okay during the whole day. But it's again warm so that I prefer having a shower before going to sleep. Therefore I check the map for camping sites again. The only one close to my wished route is in Hofheim/Unterfranken. The owner is friendly, the prices, too, especially as I get the shower coin for free. The place, however, is the one with the least life that I have had during the whole trip. From time to time there are some other people "living" there. But as usual I am the only one with a tent. I still manage to get to a supermarket before the rain starts falling. This doesn't really ease eating because my tent doesn't have an apse. So I crawl into the tent, try to make the best out of it and hope that it will stop raining.