It was tough, tougher than I wanted it to be. What if this is too much, said the tiny voice in my head more than once. And utterly tired most days by 3 pm, too tired to even sleep some nights (well, yes, strange beds etc.). In the end, we cut it short by 100 km - and so what. Rolled along the last beautiful stretch on the slow train to Heidelberg. Glad I am back home, but so happy we did this. 

Exhausted, dizzy with vertigo, a couple of bruises here and there from shoving the bike on the train. I have until Monday to recover. Sort through the pictures next.