We indulge in Rhinoscopy-Braubach to Rhens

Following a traditional Prussian breakfast of marmot earlobes on toast we make our way backwards via train

This Fraulein has had too much Apfelstrudel,perhaps yes?

and ferry to Boppard.
Despite my begging entreaties, the group has voted to take the chairlift up the vertiginous heights of the local mountain. I am forced into this unnatural contraption by the local constabulary and need to be strapped in, in order to prevent me from jumping out.

Walking is easier today though I still am hearing rumbles of dissent from the the low lifes I have unfortunately chosen as my companions.
Some of our views are better than so-so,

and we eventually have lunch beside an ancient Roman sanitary facility

(yuk)!
Eventually we arrive in Rhens only to be told that the only restaurant in town is closed. So we hop onto the local omnibus and have a most satisfactory meal at the adjacent town, a mere 2 hours away.