Jul 26, 2015
|Sunday, July 26th.
I don’t remember if I had told you (maybe we all forgot anyway) before but just in case; the only “hook-up” here in Europe is for power. The black tank is a canister that you pull out (Remembering to empty the toilet bowl first!) from under the coach and empty in a chemical toilet provided. This is typically not close to your RV.
The grey water dump is usually in a hard to access area with a drain. I usually drive over the drain then Bill releases the valve to let the gray water explode from its tank. Fresh water is available from a hose, hanging nearby.
Several times we have seen RVers sticking this hose down their black tanks to rinse them, this morning was one of them. Needless to say when I mention the health hazard to them they are quite sorry - for not having the ability to think while on vacation.
I mean REALLY! As a result we have been using our own hose to fill up with drinking water.
We are under blue skies with a few clouds as we drive today and much cooler, thank goodness. We find the heat AND humidity quite exhausting without doing anything.
As we drive along it is difficult to think we are in Europe with all the advertising for Shell, Esso, BP, McDonalds, Burger King, KFC, Ikea, World Gym, Subway, Toys and Baby's R Us, Starbucks etc. Also we see many familiar trucks on the road; UPS, DHL, and Reimer. We even saw an England truck the other day.
I am brought back to reality when I look at the licence plates on the vehicles we pass: D, PL, B, BG,CZ, DK, EST, F, Fin, GB, GR, H, I, L, LT, MC, (small country) MNE, (on our way to Greece) N, NL, RO, RUS, S, SK, SLO,(not San Louis Obispo SP?), SRB, TR, UA (tough one), and V (another small country). Just a little quiz for you.
While Bill is driving I am sitting at the table enjoying the passing scenery and typing away. The landscape around us is beautiful. The road is passing through lush green forests, rolling countryside, famers fields, many Big Boy windmills for power, the occasional road construction slow down and one accident-the other direction, which had the traffic tied up for 7 kilometers. (Bill measured it)
It seems rather unbelievable that we are passing road signs to Hamburg, Bonn Frankfort and in the pass to Rome, Vienna, Venice – wow, who would have believed.
One notable difference in cultures between N. America and Europe is the lack of junk food and soda in the grocery stores. I think I mentioned before that Lays Potatoes chips have wrapped up the chip market in Europe. We have not been able to find one bag of Tortillo chips on our travels. All the crackers look too wholesome to enjoy. When we find a diet coke we empty the shelves. I mentioned to Bill that we might have to start drinking beer-he looked at me like I had two heads.
Thankfully, the wine is abundant and tasty.
Every campground we have been in has fresh bread /rolls available every morning. Europeans are more likely to eat bread, cheese and meat or some kind of a sandwich for breakfast, rather than cereal.
The road off the highway which led to the campground in Koblenz, wound through an industrial area and we weren’t sure what we were going to find at the end of the road. We were delightfully surprised at the end of the road to find our campground, sitting on the Mosel River where it meets the Rhine. Our pitch couldn’t be handier for touring both rivers. There is a little shuttle boat that runs across the Moselle to the heart of the town of Koblenz.
The sky was overcast with rain pending so we elected to eat at the little on site restaurant. We sat at the only table available, which sat 6. After we had ordered, we read the only English pamphlet I could find at the check in desk which fortunately contained a map of Koblenz with advertisements around the edge. We have never ordered or bought German wine because from experience we found it too sweet. WELL, as the advert. Reads, ”The most lasting gift the Roman city founders made to Koblenz is certainly the art of wine growing. Today, the regional wines are considered to be among the best wine products worldwide by connoisseurs.”
That sounds like something we might have to do, not that our taste buds, or noses have the aptitude of a wine connoisseurs but it sounds like it might be fun.
Shortly, a couple approached and gestured could they sit with us. I responded, “Sure, but do you speak English”. Her response was, “We are English”, chuckle, chuckle. We had a delightful chat for about 2 hours while we all ate and drank. They were our age, from Manchester and touring Europe for a month on a Harley-tenting!!!!
We had much in common and had visited many of the same places. There was much laughter while we shared our experiences.
The rain started as a drizzle than worked its way up to a downpour. We returned to the shelter of our RV during a pause, but now it is raining again.
Tomorrow we look forward to exploring Koblenz, visiting the Tourist Information shop and then decide how we are going to tackle this area.