No bus trips today, just one train and an older woman attempting to stop me sitting down a insisted that I get another seat away from Corrie so she could sit there. I was getting no help from a national security adviser (he had that written on his computer) so I rested on my backpack which really had ownership of the seat. She soon left, then after 5 minutes returned to take up residence in the other seat. 

Sorry I forgot that I was at the station early that morning doing my fast walking when I just had to stop. There were two entrances to each platform: one was a series of steep steps, the other was a long gentle slope so everybody could catch a train. I stopped because of the use of colour in painting each entrance to each platform. And the designs would probably get thumbs up from grafitti artists, the biggest threat to their longevity. My photo would best explain it.

We arrived in Wurzburg, dropped off our bags, got directions for a walk that starts on our next journey, and began a walk to find where this route began because no one else knew. The bonus of looking for something new can take you to places you may not normally go to. So we met a few people, asked about the walking path, but no-one knew, so 10 kms later after a solid search we had to go home, and will continue tomorrow amongst other things.

Back to town, a quick look around, dinner, advise our hotel manager to stop telling people the tourist office is closed because it isn’t, wash our clothes, and go to bed.

Guten nacht