Next day was our first border crossing from Germany to the Czech Republic… marked unassumingly by a small EU sign. But once we had crossed, the visual signs became more clear, and the landscape more wild. Actually the first thing that marked the crossing was a small reminder from our mobile phone providers, followed by Vietnamese tourist shops selling knickknacks from baseball caps to huge plastic Bambis.
The route that afternoon was incredible, despite an accident with one of the ambitious trailer pullers who decided to follow the more off-road route option through the National Park.
Our final destination was welcoming and homely, in the garden of someone familiar with the biketour, surrounded by canyon mountains next to a very cold but inviting river.