We said our goodbyes to Péa, Adam and Bavaria. For our pit stop on the way back to Remagen, we would have happily stayed at the Albtal again but we decided to head due north up the A7 to Würzburg. We’d found a campingplatz on the Main called the Kalte Quelle that looked good, so why retrace steps?
The journey wasn’t ideal (congestion, roadworks, terrible road surface) but enlivened by a stop at the Memmingen Kunst-Raststätte (transl. ‘art service station’) – part service station, part Gaudi pastiche, with Mr Whippy cones (serving the purpose of which, we know not what), ‘mood rooms’, extensive mosaic work, and bird song played in the toilets. We sipped coffee in the outside area, front left of the door, as Wolfgang Petry serenaded us with ‘Verlieben, verloren…’ And why not? It was great.
Art service stations aside, we exhaled as we were guided by the campingplatz signage and attendant into a field full of Wohnmobilen on the bank of the River Main. Didn’t look much like the pictures. Wasn’t much like the pictures. Wasn’t on the right side of the Main, either. Wasn’t the right campingplatz.
Programming the SatNav will require some honing, going forward, but thankfully the nearest bridge across the Main wasn’t too far back, so another 30 minutes later we were pulling into the Kalte Quelle.