On the second day, the author was ready for somewhat bigger human settlements – comparably at least, in relation to the first day of calm relaxation in the middle of nowhere. But since even on a well-caffeinated day it is important to get to a not-too-hectic start,...
Bike packing in the northern-most state of Germany, in Schleswig-Holstein, means not only home-coming and relishing in old-time memories, revisiting childhood places and reliving experiences of decades past; foremost and most importantly, it means: tranquility in...
During the obligatory ice-cream stop the author makes when riding one of her favorite brief 2.5-hr spins in the Taunus area, she had a chance to compare that ice-cream to the famous sweets (which are very often not that sweet, fortunately) of Sicily. Of course, Sicily...
Riding through the hills and looking at the woods beyond underscores it yet one more time: Indian Summer has nothing to do with India (duh), nor with the US or Canadian Indians; or thereabouts. Indian Summer should actually be named German Fall, as over here are all...
Learned a lot during my tour of Berlin’s stadium built for the infamous Olympic games in 1936. To start with what I learned on the stadion itself, in slight correction of the very first sentence of this post: The Olympic Stadium was indeed erected for the 1936...
