The Burgs are better along the Rhine-Burg Liebenstein to Braubach

Following a traditional Teutonic breakfast of  souffle of porcupine quills with nostril sauce, we leave the punishment cell at our castle and set a cracking pace up berg and down tal. I worry about my companions-they have become increasingly surly and some have turned to drinking the local swill; mutinous talk is all around me, an island of temperance surrounded by a sea of intolerable sloveliness.
 Somehow we manage to arrive at our final destination, despite your blogmeister nearly being arrested for indecent exposure when relieving himself on the trail and being surprised by a group of locals out for an afternoon stroll.








Two of my walking companions
Our final destination is arrived at and once again we are put into the broom closet.The beds here have a hurdle on the edges making evening visits to the restrooms akin to an Olympic event.

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