Off to Konstanz

Burg Hohenzollern from the air - we just happened to fly past it and decided to orbit to have a closer look.  We also discovered a beautiful little village in flight.  It turned out to be Heidelberg.  Oh well, you can't always be the first to find something.

What, I hear you exclaim, you're flying right across Germany from Denmark, no stops to the Swiss border???  (Which equals about 5 hours flight in a small plane)

Julian had caught my cold and was still feeling a bit miserable at the tail end of it, so he couldn't fly without the comfort of his sleeping bag!

The reason for such madness, was that my uncle and aunt who live in Konstanz half the year were already about to start back to Australia and we really wanted to catch them before they left.

And we did stop, in Frankfurt Egelsbach, to meet the lovely plastic pilot and family.

Florence is the most amazing kid, not interested in dolls, but loves machines and really wants to fly.  She didn't really want to take no for an answer about flying away with our plane, and managed to find a 20cm2 space in the back seat for her mum to sit :-)  Such a cute kid.

By the time we arrived in Konstanz it was definitely mozzie-o-clock.  We've been really lucky in not having any mosquitos on our trip, despite the direst of warnings from the Swedes about Siljansnaes.  Here we were swarmed, and I felt very bad about my aunt Gisi's bare legs as she watched us unload and tie down the plane.  Luckily we're getting pretty quick at the entire unloading process, so we were underway in no time.

Konstanz, as you can see it's pretty much one town joined by a bridge the bit on the right belonging to Germany, but with parts further right being Swiss, which makes for lots of border crossings.