This is the blog of Mark Wordsworm, the travelling worm. I’m a 25-year-old bookmark and can proudly boast my own Hallmark serial number, 95 HBM 80-1. You’ll probably want to read all about me and my Travelling Companion (the TC).
Today’s travel notes
Me and the TC spent a few days in Wiesbaden, Germany, then drove up to Amsterdam in the Netherlands. We decided to spend a couple of hours driving along the Rhine before hitting the autobahn and high-tailing it to Amsterdam in time for a mid-afternoon meeting. That was the plan. It worked. Almost.
My impressions? The Rhine is an intriguing mix of industrial and picturesque, ancient and modern.
Weinhaus Weiler, in Oberwesel on the Rhine. Excellent food in a beautifully decorated historic room. (Pictures below.)
The book I’m in
Poet’s Cottage, by Josephine Pennicott. A delightfully rambling tale of ghosts, heartbreaks and triumphs, set in rural Tasmania.
Sometimes, the scale and perspective given in a book of printed maps are the only way to find out where in the world your GPS has brought you.
Me in the Weinhaus Weiler restaurant, in Oberwesel on the Rhine.
We began our trip in Wiesbaden, then wended our way down to the industrious, industrial Rhine:
A street view in Ruedesheim am Rhein:
Crossing the river on a car ferry:
Ancient and modern in Oberwesel. Pigeons on one of the old towers scattered around the town…
… and a Dali clock just over the road:
The market square in Oberwesel. It was starting up when the TC took this photo More stalls arrived later:
The first picture in this post showed me inside the Weinhaus Weiler restaurant, in Oberwesel. Here’s a shot of the outside of the restaurant:
A street in Oberwesel:
We left the pretty town of Oberwesel and headed towards the motorway. Windmills, looming and futuristic, marked our passage from ancient to modern:
We had a deadline. We needed to be in Amsterdam by 5pm, so that the TC could mix cocktails for her colleagues. The autobahn offered a fast and easy ride. Then our GPS device took it upon itself to divert us into the German countryside, because it had detected a traffic jam ahead. Trustingly, we swung off the motorway into the unknown:
Did we find Amsterdam? Wait for my next post to find out!
That’s all for today, dudes.