The Hotel Goldener Löwe was my accommodation in Kufstein both on the outward journey and on the return journey
The Hotel Goldener Löwe was my accommodation in Kufstein both on the outward journey and on the return journey

Austria/Germany: Short-time Criminal

That would have been a stupid end to a trip that I would even call a vacation. Although I rarely do that and I also worked physically for two weeks. But on one of the last days I lay in bed in the evening and thought: "like vacation".

This morning I had the idea to get the motorcycle out of the underground car park where I had parked it two weeks ago and to drive to the hotel to load it.

I couldn't bring myself to take my helmet with me just because I had to ride around the corner. As soon as I made that decision, I knew it was a stupid idea. When I rode the motorcycle out of the parking garage, inside which I had previously circled several times, I had completely lost my bearings. Back on the surface of the earth, I no longer knew in which direction the hotel was. So, I drove back and forth through the old town of Kufstein in shorts, a T-shirt and without a helmet in search of a point of orientation. It wasn't until I used Google navigation on my phone that I found my way back to the right path. Shortly after I parked the motorcycle in front of the hotel, a police patrol came around the corner. If we had met, it would have cost me something.

Never the same route twice

So, I left with full cash and now with a helmet on my way home. I try to never drive the same route twice. I can see where I've already ridden using a map on which I enter all the GPS tracks of the routes I've already covered. To do this, I select the route preference “Shortest route” on the navigation device. The device guides me towards my destination along a mostly direct line. Surprisingly, I even covered the first stretch to Munich on the autobahn. That saved time, which I lost again in Munich, because there was a large area closed due to a bicycle race, so I strayed through the city for half an hour, but at least got to see the Isartor and the Deutsches Museum up close. It was only when I asked a policewoman at the barrier that I was shown a way out of the labyrinth. My Garmin navigation device was not able to recalculate the route as quickly as I was again in front of the next roadblock and the Google navigation running at the same time also knew nothing about the bike race.

When I had regained my freedom, my path led me through Swabia, past Augsburg and later Rothenburg ob der Tauber. I rode through the center of Würzburg through the vastness of Lower Franconia and finally through the wooded Spessart and was home so early that I was able to go out with my friends in Frankfurt in the evening.

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