Day 3 Simonswald - Tittisee Neustadt 76 km

And fabulous 3195 meters of altitude. The program of this morning I already knew, I thought. My memory was different, the reality looked different. Already during the first 10 km I made easily 800 meters of altitude and what for which. I thought I knew the way, could remember distinctive points and was after a while also at the end of the trodden path. The rise until then doable I knew but that there was still something to come. So further. My memory told me long bulkheaded rise. The reality, loose scree with deep furrows, hard steep. Partly I crawled with 3 km/h upwards in cradle step. Sometimes I thought dismount and push? No! Am there for cycling! Besides, I'm safer on the bike than on foot, get off and push, what a nonsense. It wasn't that long, but it was cruel. Where did the wrong perception come from? Probably I was 5 years ago simply already totally blue (from the oxygen deficit not from other substances) and differently than today I drove at that time another transmission. Per crank revolution less away, less power, today I do not have much options. High I came, so sweaty I was not, so clearly fitter than before, still fierce with the luggage, the ground, the translation. But that was only the beginning today. Continue to the Breg source, on the way still chatted with my cousin, who married today church. Gladly I would have come, I was invited, the longing was briefly there, only my cousin would have been great, but.... No desire on these hostilities, the hatred, the envy, the accusations, the lies. My own wedding was enough for me, what I was beaten around the ears there and in the run-up, is enough for 10 lives. I don't feel like it anymore. If you as a person during his studies, over 7 years, lived on the edge of subsistence, sometimes well below the poverty line, often slept in 60 h only 3 hours, just so man can pay his food / rent and pull through his studies and then afterwards still told what you have cost the everything or why your studies lasted so long, then that's sad. (Study with best thesis finished, doctorate (with regulated, although little, income, finished in 3 years, i.e. to the fast 10%)) So, longing was there today, in short, it will never completely disappear, you just must not give in to it, it's that simple. Where was I? Oh, at the source of the Breg, yes, 3000 kilometers away there is a war raging, again someone who spreads narratives and wants to assimilate other people. These parallels in large and small, narcissists and madmen, unfortunately never die out and it is always these people who prevail. Shameless liars without scruples, shit times in which we live. So from the Breg source i still wanted to the other source of the Danube the Brigach. The path I took was partly more of a single trail, downhill as high, driving skills were required, also consumed me. Further it went so today the whole day, to Furtwangen, then again over hill and dale, up down, so you collect altitude meters. At 4 o'clock I was in Neustadt at the supermarket and I stocked up for the weekend, when I sat back in the saddle I noticed the clear load. Actually, I wanted to make another 20 km and to the Schluchsee, spend the night there, until 18 o'clock I would have had time, but there I also drove through another campground. The looked full, directly on the Tittisee, I stopped anyway and asked, a place he still had. Now I'm here, around me roar about all small children and all crickets something and I? Waiting for the sunset, in this sense