Leaving Bacharach

If being in Bacharach doesn’t pop at least a few ear worms into your head, you don’t know your Bacharach.  Biking down the Rhine as we left Bacharach I had three of his infectious tunes rotating through my head as we hoped the rain would hold off until we reached our next hotel.

We did stay dry, and when we reached Oppenheim the sun eventually came out, presenting us with two of the big things that definitely bring a smile to my face: arriving dry, and enjoying a fine meal outdoors on the town square.

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2 response to "Leaving Bacharach"

  1. By: Laura Posted: September 3, 2021

    Loved the Rhine…did parts of it twice, but never went past Mainz. Was concerned that the flooding north of Koblenz had destroyed the bike paths. Have forgotten if you were coming from the Mosel or from the north on the Rhine. Have a great time.

  2. By: gregblood Posted: September 3, 2021

    Burt Bacharach was a master at creating ear worms. I used to make fun of his cheesy songs, yet I often found myself singing them. “Raindrops keep falling on my head / that doesn’t mean my eyes will soon be turning red . . .” has to be one of the cheesiest lyrics of all time.

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