Having spent the last two nights outdoors, it was luxurious to sleep in inside. And so we did. Yet another step on the path towards Comfort. After enjoying the hostel breakfast and limitless coffee, we lazily geared up to go around 11am. And then there was the dreaded *PSSSSssss* sound of a flat tire that would become the Vuvuzela of Defeat that would become a leitmotif throughout the trip.

But then we were on the road, reaching the Bodensee/Lake Constance quickly.

Floodplain

Friends

Such a pleasant, lazy day. One might even have called it comfortable. When we got to Arbon, we lazed around in the sun and had lunch. Then we packed up, biked two kilometers down the coast and went swimming again.

Finally, we biked on to Konstanz, which was a cool university town that oozed with history and stuff. And they had food there.

And we met the famous Beardstroker of Konstanz while eating Greek. I gave him his ticket for The Island. He is definitely in.

It was getting late when we left. We’d been a bit too relaxed this day - perhaps too comfortable - and now, as the sun went down, there was a slight panic about where to camp. We found a campsite on the map in Steckborn and hauled Arsch to get there by about 10pm. But not before Dre took this pic.