10 Days on the Weserradweg, part 1 Bergland

Back in 2019 B.C – Before Coronavirus, as we were thinking about 2020’s bike trip, we decided on the Moldau river route in the Czech Republic. Then the corona hit the fan and traveling out of the country was risky, so we looked for something in Germany. The Weser river bike route was on our list, so we decided that 2020 would be the year of the Weser. Germany, and the individual states, had loosened up on their travel restrictions for their citizens in late spring so we felt comfortable with taking the trip in June.

The Weserradweg, as it is called in German, runs from Hannoversch-Münden to Cuxhaven on the North Sea Coast. We started planning this trip like we do all others. We look for an organized bike tour from a company, see where they stop, then make our own plans based on that. We found hotels along our route easily enough, but the prices had gone up a bit. Not really a surprise to see. 

The route travels through two geographic regions, a hilly region called the Weserbergland which extends from the start of the river in the south to Petershagen. Then comes the flatland, mostly farms until it empties in the North Sea.

So, our trip began in Hannoversch-Münden, aka Hann. Münden. We arrived in town on June 14th after a 2-hour train ride. Hann. Münden is a picturesque town of half-timbered houses where the Fulda and the Wera rivers meet and join together to form the Weser. A famous stone marks the spot of the marriage, the poem on the stone reads:

Where Werra and Fulda kiss

They have to give up their names

And it creates  through this kiss

German until the sea the Weser River

The Weser Stone

June 15th - The journey begins

The weather didn’t cooperate with us on our first day. We had a light, but steady rain most of the day. We brought enough wet weather gear to keep us dry from the knees up, but unfortunately, our shoes and feet were completely wet after a few hours. Be that as it may, we enjoyed the day. A few hours into the ride we stopped at the 923-year-old Benedictine Monastery in Bursfelde. The church was open for visitors but other than that there wasn’t much to see. 

Benedictine Monestary
Benedictine Monastary

While there, we happened to meet an elderly woman who was also riding the Weserradweg. After a brief chat, she mentioned that she will be staying in Beverungen, and even the same hotel as us – Hotel Stadt Bremen. After a few more minutes of conversation, we said goodbye and went our separate ways. 

Leaving the monastery we continued the journey to the typically picturesque village of Beverungen, stopping along the way for some geocaches. We arrived in town at about 3pm. Shortly after we arrived we bumped into…her… again. The woman from the monastery. She gave us her impressions of the town and after a few minutes of conversation, we each went our way again. Sightseeing in Beverungen takes roughly 20 minutes.  A walk around the village center and you’re done. The rest of the town is just like any other. 

After a good breakfast, we set off. We were expecting some rain but were pleasantly surprised with dry, but overcast weather. Perfect for being out all day. Cool, dry, no worries about sunburn. We had lunch at Holzminden, a city known for its fragrances. There are smelling stations throughout the town. It was an interesting tour and a treat for the nose. We also stopped at the UNESCO World Heritage site Corvey Palace/Abbey in Höxter. Upon arrival, we bumped into none other than..her. She said she was unimpressed with the Abbey. We decided to have a look for ourselves. Turns out she was right, it was ok, we were “whelmed”.

Corvey Abbey

 We ended the day in Bodenwerder. A town with an interesting history. It’s the home of Baron von Münchausen, a former Army officer with a flair for storytelling. A writer used his stories to create a fictional version of the Baron as a notorious liar. In his most famous  story, he claims that he sat on a canon, and when the cannonball shot out he rode on that as well. In another, he claimed that he and his horse fell into some quicksand. He rescued himself and his horse by pulling himsels out by his hair.

Baron von Muenchhaeusen sign
Canonball riding Baron von Münchhausen
Pulling himself, and his horse, out of quicksand by his hair

 We stayed in an almost completely unimpressive hotel in Hehlen, just a couple of kilometers from Bodenwerder, Landgasthaus Hoffmeister. It was, to put it nicely, rustic.  Our first stop, after dropping off our bags, was the hotel restaurant. An elderly woman sat us at a table. After taking our drink order we noticed that she was a bit grumpy.  During our second encounter with her, when she took our dinner order, we realized that she wasn’t unfriendly, she was mostly deaf. Once we spoke up her disposition improved immensely.

There were two couples, also riding the Weser bike tour, sitting at the table next to us. They seemed a friendly bunch and a couple of times we exchanged a comment. The approaching dark, ominous sky turned the discussion to the weather and whether or not to move inside. We both decided stay put, perhaps it will blow over. After the first few raindrops fell the two couples moved inside. We, however, decided to stay outside. A few times over the next several minutes one of the two men would come back out to check the situation outside – they seemed unsure about their decision to move inside. During one of these checks, and seeing us sitting very relaxed at our table,  the man jokingly offered a bet. If they move back outside then we win 20 Euros. If we move inside they win. After about 20 minutes the rain came and we were forced to move inside.  Seeing us, the two men proudly informed us we owe them 20 Euros. We all had a good laugh.

Once back in our room I noticed right away that our bedsheets were very rough and suspected it was a mattress cover.

“I think they forgot to put sheets on the bed,” I told Kathrin.

“No, these are terrycloth sheets. A common type of sheet…30 years ago. If they dry on the clothesline the get hard and feel rough.”

Whatever the cause, my arms and legs had a complete exfoliation overnight.

Breakfast the next morning was basic but satisfying. Grandma,who was very pleasant and much more talkative, brought everything to the table. 

Today’s route was a bit removed from the Weser, there were only a few kilometers where we actually saw it. What it lacked in river views it made up for in alternative sites.

First of these was Schloß Hämelschenburg, built between 1588 and 1613.  We had a look at the grounds and took some photos, but we couldn’t tour the palace. It was closed due to Coronavirus. Nonetheless, it was a worthwhile stop.

Hämelschenburg palace

From there we visited the Damenstift in Frischbeck. Founded in 955, it’s a religious community for women who live in a monestary-like complex without taking vows.  

Damenstift Fischbeck

Soon afterward we were in Hameln, the town made famous with the story of the Pied Piper. Unsurprisingly many businesses took advantage of the town’s history and used “rat” in their name or logo. Stuffed rats were a popular souvenir item. While wandering around town we bumped into “her” again. As has become our tradition she gave us her impressions of Hameln and after a short exchange, we both continued our walks. We found her to be friendly, but we began to notice that she was hard to please. Her impressions were almost always slightly underwhelming.

Hameln

We ended the day in Rinteln. It doesn’t have a famous story associated with it but does have a very nice town hall and market square. As we entered the town we saw our hotel. The site of it made us nervous. It was a boring rectangle. No charm to it at all. It looked like a low budget tourist trap. We decided to have dinner before checking in so we continued into town at one of the restaurants in the market square. En route, we bumped into her again. We exchanged the usual chit chat and said goodbye.

 Once at the hotel, the friendliness of the staff overcame any reservations we had about the appearance. They were very friendly and service-minded. When we checked in they took our bikes to their garage. The next day our bikes were waiting for us in the lobby after breakfast. These people really give their best for their guests.

Rinteln Market Square and Town Hall

Day 5 – The wettest day of our trip. It rained the entire day. And not the light, drizzly rain like last time. This was a real rain, the kind that makes you stay inside. Unfortunately, we had no such option. We put on our rainjackets and knee-length leg-covers and set off. There are many ways in which rain makes a bike tour less enjoyable and more stressful. Not only were our shoes completely wet, but our bike seats would get wet every time we stopped for a geocache. Also, looking for the cache is a bit more unpleasant when the area is wet and muddy. Nonetheless, we persevered, but our motivation for sightseeing was down to about 0 and we forced ourselves to keep going. I did stop for a photo a couple of times and fortunately, the rain took a short pause when I came to this photo spot. 

Windmill on a farm

It was on this day that we passed through Porta Westfalica. Kathrin had mentioned this as the place where there is a monument worth seeing. “OK, fine. We can stop there and see it,” I remember thinking to myself. Now here we were and the weather was terrible. We were soaking wet from the rain, and the foggy mist in the air didn’t allow us to see the monument. It was just a shadowy silhouette. Kathrin was very disappointed. But then we came around a bend in the bike path and the monument was clearly visible. I took a photo and we continued on. 

In my first draft of this blog post, I neglected to mention this monument. When Kathrin proof read it she commented on this. “The monument is a big deal in Germany. It’s very well known and worth mentioning.” 

Ok, so I looked it up. Yep, its kind of a thing. One of Germany’s national monuments, the Emperor Wilhelm Monument (Kaiser Wilhelm Denkmal) is a tribute to Germany’s first emperor. Passing this by is like driving through Keystone, South Dakota and not stopping to see Mount Rushmore. 

Monument

There came a point when the rain broke us. The swimming pools our feet were bathing in, my wet pants, the raindrops falling on Kathrin’s GPS’s touch screen, and making it go haywire was too much. We abandoned geocaching, we forgot about sightseeing and we decided to go to a bike store for some proper rain pants and shoe covers. One day as a drowned rat was too much, we want to be better protected in the future.  The only chance we had was in Minden, a medium-sized town not too far away. After a short stop for lunch, we searched google maps for a store. Once there we bought shoe covers and short rainpants, to the tune of 180 euros. We didn’t care, the peace of mind it gave us was worth the price.

A short ride later we were at our hotel. The Pension Rad – Haus (“Pension Bike-House”) in Petershagen was an oasis after our unpleasant ride. I’m sure we looked like drowned rats upon our arrival, but the host was kind enough not to notice – or at least comment. As the name implies, this pension caters to bikers. We had a large, comfortable room. Next door to us was a common kitchen equipped with a single cup coffee maker, water kettle, and a selection of cold drinks. 

After changing into dry clothes and hanging our wet clothes above the radiators we walked a few doors down the street to get dinner. The rain had just about stopped but we still were not willing to venture too far to find a restaurant. We had two choices, a pizzaria with an uninviting seating area, or a Turkish doner shop that was only serving take away. We chose the doner place and took it back to the common kitchen. 

The next morning we met the hosts, a man and wife team, at breakfast. Both were friendly. The wife was a very sociable person. She chatted everyone up during breakfast. Her knowledge of the Weser bike route was impressive. To our surprise, she correctly guessed our last hotel and our next one. 

After a pleasant breakfast, we packed up, mounted our bikes, and took advantage of the sunny weather to see something of Petershagen. We toured around and did a little geocaching before bidding the town goodbye and continuing on our trip. I’ll save that for part 2, so stay tuned!

This Post Has 2 Comments

  1. Kathrin

    You narrated our story very nicely

  2. Mom

    Very enjoyable read. Looking forward to Part 2

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