Silurus glanis Lake trout German: I kill time with a bike tour of the neighborhood. Monday, May 11 Odo ; 31 miles. Stumm, I did some hard time as a professor in the electrical engineering department at UCLA, and although I ran screaming from the job back insomehow I still managed to retain my academic credentials as well as a modicum of sanity, although this is stumm in dispute. I gain about meters in altitude a couple times; there are lots of uphill and downhill stretches.
There are bicycles everywhere, even a few long-distance tourers like me. They consume dead animal and plant material as well as phytoplanktonbut are also eaten by fish themselves. The Mettnau in the Untersee, which extends towards the island of Reichenau, separates Lake Zell in the south from the Markelfinger Winkel in the north. I go into the tourist office, have them make a reservation for me, and 10 minutes later I am in my hotel.
Several have been transported from other waterbodies as 'blind passengers' on the outside of boats, life jackets, anchor chains or ropes or diving gear. The art museum is closed, but the natural history is open. I stop and lubricate it. The bike path leads me along a painless route through Schaffhausen, the only real city on the route. I have received permission to store my suitcase and bike case at my office in the ETH. Waves raised by föhn winds on the lake Frozen lake surface: Tuesday, May 12 Odo ; 6 miles Today is my rest day, a day for skulking through museums.
Certain parts of the lake freeze over more frequently, mainly due to their shallow depth of water and shelter, as is the case, for example, of the so-called Markelfinger Winkel between the municipality of Markelfingen and the Mettnau peninsula. It is a beautiful Friday afternoon, and the area is full of people bicycling and walking. I have breakfast and check out. Dinner is beer and pizza, God's greatest creations, in angeschaltet outdoor restaurant. Nibble fresh fruit and sip tea as you decide. I go into the tourist office, have them make a reservation for me, and 10 minutes later I am in my hotel. Is that strange guy really traveling on just a bicycle? After a nice breakfast, I head back down the Reichenau causeway in the clear, elegant morning toward Konstanz. In the southeast, near the mouth of the new Rhine Canal, the Rohrspitz juts out about 1. I sit on a bench to eat, and across from me I see the Graf Zeppelin Museum. I end up in a dumpy area, not sure where I am.
The most dangerous wind is the föhn, a warm down-slope wind from the Alps, which spreads out across the water, especially through the Alpine Rhine Valley and can generate waves several metres high. I head back across the Rhein, planning to follow main roads to Adelfingen and then south to Winterthur. In the early 20th century four ships were sunk in the Obersee after being taken out of service: I continue following the Bodensee radwanderweg, occasionally losing it for a mile or so, but always eventually connecting with it again. I have a special problem to contend with: I kill time with a bike tour of the neighborhood. I exchange SF so I now have hotel and dinner money. These aren't farms; they're kitchen gardens. On a bike trip, you really need a decent weather forecast. Certain parts of the lake freeze over more frequently, mainly due to their shallow depth of water and shelter, as is the case, for example, of the so-called Markelfinger Winkel between the municipality of Markelfingen and the Mettnau peninsula. Whatever you order, expect little works of gastronomic art on a plate. Saturday, May 9 Odo ; 41 miles A couple of hours before stopping, I had a bad case of the no-hotel panic.
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