The mesh pattern of my gloves had gotten sunburned on my hands.

A little past 16:00, the bus arrived. It was a long one with a lorry. The driver came out, as well as the travel attendant. The driver was a tall, bald, broad guy. He said, 'you were the ones that called me yesterday, am I right?'. This was the first driver we had ever seen who loaded our bikes carefully. After we loaded the bikes and our luggage, we quickly entered the bus. It was filled with old people. The bus driver directly introduced us, 'This is Bart and Bram', then we had to wave to everyone. Everyone on the bus had been part of an organized bicycle tour, where they had cycled about 40 km per day. We were the only ones that had been picked up because the bus we were supposed to take had been canceled.

We had to drive for a few hours to the hotel where we would spend the night. Meanwhile, the driver told all sorts of facts about the route, which he repeated every 10 minutes. For instance: 'If you look out of the window right now, you will see an ice cloud. Kind-of strange if you consider how warm it is down here'.

Around 19:45, we arrived in Kipfendorf, somewhere north of Munich. It was a small village with a hotel. There was an outbuilding. We figured we had to sleep there as we were added to the passengers last. Instead, we got assigned a large room with two sleeping sections and a nice shower. The only disadvantage was that, after 400 kilometers without showering, we had to be ready for dinner within half an hour.
 

During dinner, we were seated next to a couple from Uden, who were about 70 years old, and tour guide Nel. They had all been on cycling vacations when they were younger. It was surprisingly fun and one big cacophony of conversations. We drank another half a liter of beer. During the main course, the waitress came by to ask if someone wanted extra vegetables or meat, we wanted both. The entire group had been cycling in Karinthië in Austria, also for twelve days. Just like us, they only had good weather.