Day 2 Zeebrugge to Koblenz

I know we've mocked but full credit to my sis - she's definitely got her biking legs. I only found out yesterday that she's never been on a motorbike before! This obviously raised concerns before a 3000 mile baptism of fire, but she's a natural. When I turned up on the bike she didn't think 'the big old lump would be that quick'. With hindsight I don't know if she meant the bike or me. All is cool though and come rain or shine, motorways or hairpins, she appears completely at ease. There's even thoughts of doing the bike test herself. It was also a well observed and valid point that 'car drivers don't go over and talk bollocks to each other like that'! Yep, welcome to biking and welcome to Europe.

Textbook start to the holiday this morning. Monster breakfast, followed by banter and route swapping down in the car deck, then start the engines, sound the horns and hit the motorways. Hoofed it out of Belgium ASAP and into Germany and 'The Ring'.

Nurbergring - what a complete riot. Wasn't gonna risk anything on day 1 of the trip but we still had big laughs just watching the action. Pulled into one of the many viewing areas and enjoyed an hour or so of some of the world's finest (and many of the not so finest) cars, bikes and vans thrashing round the track. Highlight for me was some loon having an absolute blast in an old Lotus Carlton repeatedly coming back round and overtaking pretty much everything in his path. Usually sideways but once or twice he threw in a little unplanned 360.

The rain comes quickly round these parts and when it does it comes heavy. Once it looked like settling in we headed east to Koblenz. Only a short journey but enough to clear the bad weather.

Found an absolute gem of a campsite. There's no great facilities and it's not particularly cheap but it's full of Dutch honeys squeezing into little tents together and enjoying the great outdoors. Catherine pitched her tent right between mine and our friendly neighbours so i can't go sneaking over to borrow a cup of sugar.

Strangely enough there's no roadsigns to it but for future reference it's the one slapbang where the Rhein and the Mozel rivers fork.

271 miles