Instead, while Howard rang his insurance company, I explored Boppard, discovering the one-euro shop. Later we had lunch on the market square (I had a Flammkuchen and it was delicious) while watching tourists and dogs pass by.
One of the town's attractions turned out to be a chairlift, a kilometre's walk away. The ride took twenty minutes, with stunning views of river, road and railway, although any hopes we had that it might be cooler on top of a hill were soon dashed. We walked to the viewpoint, but were very careful to be back at the boarding station before the 6pm cutoff; we had seen the footpath from above and it looked steep.
It was a somewhat fraught day, what with shredded nerves and not much sleep and 34° temperatures. Dinner was at the hotel, which had outside tables sheltered by marquees and overlooking the Rhine. We selected Bob, Official Back Marker for the tour, and his wife Jo as nice, relaxing table companions. Unfortunately we were also joined by a genuine drunken sailor from the former Eastern bloc, who kept touching me inappropriately (IE TOUCHING ME AT ALL EVER) and pretending he was going to give Howard a comradely slap on his bad shoulder. In the end we fled into the hotel to get away, possibly landing him with our drinks bill in the process.
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