Rain On My Parade? How Very Dare You?!

Slight sense of déjà vu struck me as we got underway this morning. As I recall, last year when we walked the Camino we'd been blessed with dry weather every day ... until the last, when we got drenched. With the final 55km ahead of us this morning the forecast was looking decidedly gloomy with rain expected from 11.00am. Well it was wrong! - it started spitting at 10.00am and got progressively worse as the day went on. 

(No beer en route today. "Zwei heisse Schokolade, bitte". Brrrrrr)

The other unfortunate consequence of the dismal weather was the lack of view across the lake, not that we were particularly inclined to stop, choosing instead to power on through in case it got even worse. After a brief pause in Arbon for a hot drink it was back on board without a break until, with 48km already under our belts we finally hauled our tired, damp and grubby selves into an end-of-season seafront restaurant in Kreutzlingen for lunch - and to dry off a bit. To be honest, even if the weather had been better I'm afraid the final stretch was a tad disappointing. Most of the time we were tracking a railway and much of the southern Swiss side of the lake is given over to industry. Sadly therefore no photos, until we arrived triumphant back in Konstanz at around 3.30pm.

(Intrepid or mad?)

And this was a welcome sight, I can tell you ....

 

286.1km, six days, three bikes (another story), multiple borders, 2 currencies and 4 hotels later, this is The End!