Bodensee

I’m hungry and sitting in a pizzeria in Konstanz, which is in Germany and not in Switzerland although it is rather close. The hotel is expensive for the tiny room that I have and the fact that my bike is in the “innerhof” (backyard) with nothing but my flimsy lock and an unlocked door to protect it from anybody that felt like taking it. The hotelier sounded snooty when I looked up and saw a stinky sweaty cyclist standing on the second floor reception “Gutentag. Kann ich ihnen helfen?” it’s standard “respectful” German but carrying the sense of “what the fuck are you doing in my hotel?”. This pizzeria is good.