The slow way home

Yesterday, I went to the store late morning. As the bus approached the transfer point on the way home, I saw the back end of the "28", the bus back to Devin, pulling away. Oh well, there is always another. When I got to the stop to look at the schedule, there as a gap in times. It must be the lunch break. I would have to wait almost an hour. So I decided to walk back on the bike path. It wasn't that far, a couple of kilometers. It is a lovely route, between the road and the river. It seemed well used. I saw several cyclists and pedestrians, as well as fisherman. There were campsites on the river bank. Trails are well marked in Europe. The slower modes of transportation allow signs with more detail. I was intrigued with the marking, "Iron Curtain Trail". When I got home, I looked it up. There is a bike trail that runs the entire length along the former border between East and West.