lingering picon
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This post is about a 25km walk from Krautergersheim to Strasbourg. I walk past a lot of cabbage and finally get a bike lock for the Caboose.
That headache you get from too much beer with too little sleep. La classe!
At one point during the night, a guy had shown up at my tent and placed a bottled of Kronenbourg on the ground. “You can drink it anytime!” were his words before he vanished into the night.
kraut capital
I walked through endless fields of cabbage this morning. The people of Krautergersheim had set up huge party tents in their village because of their annual Fรชte de la Choucroute – the Sauerkrautfest. Krautergersheim, as was explained to me over beer with Picon, was the capital of sauerkraut of the whole world. Or maybe not the whole world. But the whole of France, that was for sure!
And so I walked through fields of cabbage, and when it got close to noon I sat down under a tree and ate some bread with lentil spread and a bell pepper. I had no hot tea this morning, but it was okay. I would rest in Strasbourg soon.
loaded and locked
There was a bike shop in the outskirts of Strasbourg. I decided to get someone to look at the Caboose’s wheels (one of them was making clicking sounds) and buy a bike lock.
WAIT, CHRIS, ARE YOU SERIOUSLY TELLING ME THAT ALL THESE YEARS YOU HAVE NEVER HAD A BIKE LOCK FOR THE CABOOSE? SRSLY?
Ja.
Or rather: I remember I used to have a bike lock a long time ago, maybe in China or Kazakhstan, but I hardly ever used it, and then I just went without.
But people in the villages had been telling me about the dangers of downtown Strasbourg – about stolen bikes mostly – and the Munich ordeal had left a mark on me.
And so I entered Strasbourg with a bike lock attached to the Caboose. The weirdo was there, waiting in a hostel room.
pictures
the walk from Krautergersheim to Strasbourg: