3rd /4th/ July 335km

Long & tedious drive on to Freiberg, an old university town in the Black Forest region.As we drove down the mountain into Freiberg (following a train) the 'Venetian' thunderstorm hit again. As we arrived in the outskirts we hit rush hour traffic whilst in a tunnel, we were in there almost an hour & seriously thought we would die of carbon monoxide poisoning. What should have been a 4 hour journey took 7 hours! Nice campsite on a lake again though.

We have decided that Germany is full of extremely butch, huge, hairy, deep voiced women. They appear to go around in packs and stare a lot. This campsite was no exception but there seemed to be even more of them. We both felt quite skinny and feminine in comparison when we donned our bikinis for a swim in the lake & a sunbathe.

Not wishing to give anyone a complex but there has been a noticeable odour in the van the last few days, so we decided to wash his lordships bed & set up the solar shower to give him a shampoo. The whole thing turned into the afternoons entertainment for our neighbours who thought it was hilarious, he now smells of Pantene!

Packed up & set off early on Sunday morning to try & find WiFi to skypefamily & upload the blog. No joy, tried all over Freiburg but even the Mc Donalds around here don't do free WiFi. (& you can only stomach so many bacon & egg Mcmuffins). Made do with a quick mobile phone call & a promise to 'skype in the week'. Took the skyrail 3.6 km up over the black forest, breathtaking views over Frieburg and the Rhine valley on the way up (took photos to show Sarah, she didn't want to look in case her movements rocked the cabin off its wires)! Had Black Forest gateaux at the top, at 1220 mabove sea level.

Drums Dog blog:

Slept in the silver box for hours on end then they decided to stop by a lake again.I'm really not understanding this concept at all and haven't a clue where I am. I was not allowed to swim in this lake but was quite happy to sleep most of the next day.Then suddenly I was taken around the back of the silver box and made to stand under a shower. How humiliating, especially when they shampooed me with Pantene for brunets..…they could have used Lynx or something.All the neighbours were watching and laughing…mind you I do smell good now and must admit I did agree with the b****es when they told me I smelt of stale, old digestive biscuits. Things are getting a bit slack on the sausage front….I haven't had any these past couple of days.Mind you I haven't had a good fart since either.

Things keep falling on me in the silver box.Almost got knocked senseless by a packet of Tuc biscuits the other day and almost suffocated under a plastic bag in the night!

"Maybe tomorrow, I'll find a better way, till then I'll just keep movin' on"…do you remember the song from "Littlest Hobo" (1970s apparently) about the dog that keeps movin on from place to place...?? Well Ifeel like him and in dog years I'm sixty bloody three.Mind you, I don't do much else.'Lazy', the b****es call me and reckon I should be earning my keep by making the tea or washing up or something. Sod that.No opposing thumbs, that's my excuse. Oh and by the way,

German sausages are full of s***e…tasty s***e though.