We’re a tiny bit like lightning. We hardly ever strike twice in the same location, unless by mistake. Prefer the unexpected and to be unexpected. So pre-booking, a rarity rather than the norm.
Going against the grain, our first six nights have been pre-booked. A prial of two-nighters. No immediate thought required. A winning hand. Breathing space for planning. So when checking in to Knaus Camping, Koblenz, to be told “I cannot see your name” it seemed at first hand a trump had been played. “But you’ve taken my 16€ deposit. Look, here’s your email confirmation”. “Ah! You’ve booked to stay at our sister site 35K further up the Mosel! – but don’t worry. We have plenty of space for you”. That was unexpected. Preferred? Hmmm . . .
Knaus Camping is perfectly positioned. We look out across the confluence of the Mosel and Rhine. Our home from home Two Rivers Meet, as one might say. We pay through the nose for that privilege. The whole scene dominated from above by the Ehrenbreitstein Fortress. Tomorrow’s must see. However, this afternoon is still young, so we take the small Mosel water-cab. (cue – enters right . . . )
Go for a walkabout in Koblenz Aldstadt.
The Mosel and Rhine attract many cyclists. Over wash-up we chat with a French Couple from Colmar. They and their two boys (10 & 11) are on day ten of a four month cycling/camping adventure – a round trip of over 6,000K, to include Norway. We envy their spirit, but not the thought of huddling inside a tent, when, like this evening, the heavens pour out their misery in bucket loads.
Both rivers are busy. Huge vessels of every description chugging and lugging. Phutting and putting, up and downstream. Like flat backed camels plying the Silk Road, in search of trade. Even containers, shipped in to Rotterdam, are then distributed through Netherlands, Germany, Belgium, France, Switzerland and Austria.
