We left Kehl almost escorted by all sorts of police, patrolling the area as the NATO summit took place There were crews of policemen on black zodiacs clad in black armour followed by jetskis racing down the Rhine as we quietly made our way upstream. We were convinced we saw Obama waving at us from one of the helicopters but we didn´t have time to stop for him so we pressed on. The Rhine´s surroundings have become more marshy at this stage, leaving us cycling through wetlands teeming with life. The sun was poking through the clouds and there was a light warmishbreeze in our favour, making the conditions near perfect.
We found a perfect place on the side of an embankment next to a canal to have our picnic, and swans, deer and a beaver all strolled past. After a quick power nap, we were off again in this deceptively perfect day. Something must have been wrong. Indeed, there was. We found a ferry to bring us over the river and over the border into Germany, and after going along the worst path to date an finding out it was a dead end, we retraced our steps through mud, knee-deep puddles and over cobbles and pebbles, finding our way back to the main route. And that was when I realised I had lost my jacket. In it: mobile, 30 euros and my passport. After splitting up (my dad offering to redo the terrible path)I found it again, honestly hung up on a branch, with all its contents in it. I had paid on the ferry ride and, in a rush to get off the 3 minute crossing, I forgot to put my jacket back properly, leaving it fall off further along. Apart from this, the day was fantastic and we met up with my godfather Moritz in Karlsruhe, who will join us for the next two days of cycling.
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