Popular demand (believe it or not!) made me do it: Over the course of the next few days I’m going to post the travel drawings and prints of the last few years. Today starts with my personal book of genesis, the ink drawings from 2016’s Paris – Rome tour. Next in the queue are the […]
trip to rome
Between Adventures & Routines
My normal life is like living on holidays. And everybody needs holidays from their normal lives. So, maybe sometimes I need holidays from my holidays? Or do I need normal holidays? Or a normal life? Or no holidays? No holidays from holidays or from life? Oh dear… Last bike trip gave me a lot of thought, […]
Sono – ma no siamo – arrivato
N: 40km done so far, now I have some easy 30km, then 10–15km of shit and I’m in Arezzo. There I’ll have 100km of pure flatness so I’ll check how much time I have before sunset. Now I’m eating in a spagetteria, fabulous carbonara for 5€. How are you doing? L: Food is scarce, all […]
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!
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 […]
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?
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, […]
When you just partially understand
Welcome to France. The land that made Caesar’s career, the country that gave us Charlemagne, a place where you cannot name your pig Napoleon. A country famous for its wine, its cheese, and its general sophistication. A country where if I listen to something I partially understand ‑which happens very often‑, I automatically consider it […]
Preparing to leave Bikeland
32 °C of savage heat and I’m not even in France yet. Accordingly, today’s trip wasn’t done exclusively by bike. I wish so! Instead, I had to spend three hours in the S75 bus from Münster to Bocholt, where they keep the one rack that seems suitable for my bike. My bike’s a beautiful oldtimer (my […]