Kirchberg to Gonzerath, raining!
Today was a challenge. From the very first moment the heaven's kept tanking down on me so I couldn't take in any of the Roman remains or little deviations suggested along the Römer Straße. The one village I passed through for lunch wasn't an option as the Gasthaus wouldn't be open until five. When I'd just about lost it, and took a wrong turn, a bus shelter came to my rescue so I could change out of an exceedingly wet base layer. The lady from the Pilgerherberge yesterday did say that there was nothing from leaving Kirchberg until I arrived in Gonzerath, but when she said nothing I kind of thought she meant something, but just not very much! My breakfast wasn't enough and what I brought with me was cold and not enough. Once I'd changed out of as many wet clothes as was possible I'd just about resigned myself to trudging hopeless with yet another storm blowing straight at me! Because I really needed to reach Hochscheid, in the hope it housed s...