Date: 10th September 2022
Travelled: 120 kms from Bingen to Bernkastel-Kues
Visited: Bernkastel-Kues and Wehlen
Stayed: Stellplatz Moselle, €15, N49.93800, E07.04840
Budget: 108 days @ €104 per day
Another quiet evening in Bingen, although it did drizzle most of the night. We make an early start as the rain stops conveniently to let us ready the Hymer for the road once again.
It’s a grey morning but the traffic is light as we make our way across country from the Rhine Valley to the Moselle.
Ninety minutes later we are crossing the Moselle and making our way down toward Bernkastel. There are several campsites and stellplatz along the river, we obviously want the cheapest, but a nice view of the river if possible.
We eventually find a tiny stellplatz over looking the river at Wehlen, a small village 3 kms from the centrum of Bernkastel-Kues. At €15 it’s a third of the price of the campsite next door.
I unload the scooter as Pam makes lunch, then we relax and take in the beautiful Moselle.
The scooter only takes us a few minutes to have us in Bernkastel-Kues. We ride over the bridge crossing the Moselle and find a convenient park along with some 100+ bicycles which are almost all electric. We lock up and go for a walk.
Been a while since we’ve seen so many tourists. The large car-park has several coaches, there are a couple of luxury river boats moored nearby and a couple of day cruisers seem to be unloading all at the same time. It’s a little chaotic to be truthful.
Bernkastel is a glorious mix of traditional half timber houses, cobbled streets and fountains. But it’s a very touristy town with as many tat shops as cafes. Whilst we had thoughts of finding a table and having a long afternoon drink, it’s just too busy.
So we decide to head back to Wehlen. It’s a lovely ride back along the Moselle to a little cafe only 100m from our stellplatz.
We find ourselves back at the Hymer anticipating a quiet night when our Danish neighbours appear with alcohol offering condolences on the Queen’s passing. One thing leads to another and we toast the passing several times, chat about Frederick and Mary, then more toasting. Somehow we end up drinking to Jørn Utzon and we know it’s time to stumble home.
No point expecting Pam to help cook dinner as apart from a half bottle of róse she’s knocked over a couple of glasses of raw unfiltered riesling that appeared on the table at some point. Another day in Germany has slide through to the keeper.
Michael + Pam