We passed a sign for Colditz and I rather wanted to go and have a look. We don't have radios, but Howard had had the same idea. We parked by the castle, peeked into the courtyard, and had a sandwich in the town square. Also in the car park was a group of bikes from Devon Advanced Motorcyclists, the first UK plates we'd seen all week. Everyone's right - the British really are obsessed with the war.
After this we spent a fair bit of time going round in circles in Leipzig, so that I was concerned about the mileage we had to get through, but once back on the motorway we made it up. Once again, rain descended as we neared our destination.
I'd told Howard that we were spending the night at an American-style motel, but I hadn't told him I'd booked the Harley Davidson-themed room. Luckily he was as amused as I was. The room wasn't hugely practical - there was no wardrobe - but who cares when there's a Harley sign in the loo and handlebars for taps? We dined in the bar downstairs on burgers, and I had a pint of 'Diesel' (lager/Pepsi shandy). Then it was time to creep under the tent and get into bed.
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