You will have to excuse us. The last week was kind of over-demanding. We cycled day and night, we ate quite the minimum, we slept in the floor, in the most marvellous grass that rendered every other grass un-tent-able, we crossed the Alps, we broke personal speed records, we got a Crash Course Italian Culture, […]
Trip to Rome
How to visit cities and alienate hosts
Travel styles differ so vastly. I remember well how I went to Lisboa for the first time: Several people, including but not limited to two different couchsurfing hosts, told me right away that the six days I had planned to stay were way too much. I’d get bored, the city would be too small, even […]
More pictures than in the Kunstmuseum Bern
Because you will be dissapointed by the Kunstmuseum in Bern, we prepared something for you. A Gallery of a bike trip. Click and enjoy. PS: Luca, thank you for the Absinthe!
Long-term record broken – reckless cyclists cycle on
Summer 2015: Nelson and I cycle to Kraków and argue about every city except for two. We do agree on which was the most beautiful and on which was the weirdest one, the latter having been Bückeburg (the older amongst our readers may remember it as the ancient capital of the county of Schaumburg), Bückeburg, […]
Smuggling into Absinthe-land
And in just one innocent, harmless, typical day, we just broke our high peak record: that of the Brocken, at 1142m, was surpassed by a wild and secluded mountain pass, that of the contrabandists, up to 1246m; we could have probably been a metre higher, but the quicksand-mud buried our wheels for long. But no […]
Notes from behind the counter
“Le pontissalien” is the local hipster café: sterile atmosphere, furniture in a poisonous green, one popular offer consisting of lukewarm water with a separately served teabag. Featured on farfromready today: its barkeeper. 2nd of August, 14:00 Three men on three bikes are walking to and fro in front of the café. Finally one comes in and […]
Finding Pontarlier
We arrive unusually early, Jorge is even faster than us sometimes, and I don’t eat everything I see. What is wrong with this place? Is it the green substances?
Paris, part Two: Retrospect
Continue from Paris, Part One: Les Jongleurs Sunday was quite a relaxed day that started with a rush to get to Saint Sulpice church, for an organ concert Leon was absolutely reluctant to miss. All five of us, we actually attended to the whole mass: organ was playing before, during, and half an hour after. The church […]
Missive from the midway
Fancy lunch – tuna and wiener sausages on, for lack of baguette, crumbly biscuits – in the vast emptiness between Châtillon and Dijon. Appropriately, the closest village is named “Salives”. Nothing says “bike trip” like absurd last meals before insurmountable climbs of (censored, so as not to frighten my companions) metres. Imagine, a landslide would […]
Paris, Part One: Les Jongleurs
What are a Venezuelan, a Cordovan, and a Westphalian, doing at the house of a Gaditan and a Saxon in Paryż? No, it is not ‑yet- a joke. In a small world, a relative of a friend of a relative of a friend of my mother ‑was it like that?- whom I haven’t seen in ages, […]