There is always a little bit of trepidation getting on a train and heading to a totally unknown place. I managed to get off the train about 5km before I was meant to thinking I had arrived at Gifhorn, but it was Isenbuttel-Gifhorn. Took me a wee bit to work out where I was and where I needed to go to get onto the Weser-Harz-Heide cycle way. However, finally got there!
There were a few sections where I had trouble working out where exactly I was and where to go to - the signage wasn't always the greatest and with a dead flat landscape there was absolutely nothing (apart from the sun in the south) to indicate which way to go.
One thing about cycling in Germany - you are never far the next little town. Spring has sprung here: the paddocks are ploughed up, wheat or rye grass is well through the ground, the white asparagus plants are all covered up, the daffodils are getting past it and now the magnolia's and blossoms are out in flower.
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| Lake Tankumsee |
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| Mittelandkanal |
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