reading now: Matthias Frings Schernikau about themselves and the West Berlin of the 80s: 'The Last Communist'. This will soon, because if I find time and inclination, two, three remarks.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
I Want To Make My Confirmation Letter To Preist
reading now: Matthias Frings Schernikau about themselves and the West Berlin of the 80s: 'The Last Communist'. This will soon, because if I find time and inclination, two, three remarks.
Milena Velba Hate Man
Hamburg - Berlin
Finally I took the Hamburg-Berlin train for the 4th July before. I was once again stayed for three nights in Hamburg and had me in the boarding house in St. George, which I in my last night was discovered in March, took a room (a room with a balcony to Long line out), because first, the annual company outing decency, followed by barbecue with colleagues and because I am the second finally wanted to do laps around the apartment of the deceased aunt . I came to the latter but not the Hausverwalung had changed the lock, so I do not first came in, and then when I had the key, I'll be right again fled, that was all that bad. So now I have to back again on Saturday.
That was then a beautiful summer evenings and the long row muttered to you very pleasantly. I sat one evening in -. or better - before Gnosa, on the Friday evening before the tour of the green mountain. I was once again on Strictly, but otherwise ignored the scene, and this time did exceptionally Hamburg, at least in this lightweight St. George's Summer Evening Hamburg. With the bike I went to the office to Harburg, but the traveling through Hammerbrook and the Elbbrücken bugged as before (only from / to Veddel is it okay). And on a return trip from work I had met two recumbent riders from Vienna, who were on their way to Norway. Beautiful!
Sunny were the days, but then it weather predicted for Saturday, a slight cooling, clouds and showers, okay. I wanted to get up at four clock, the phone I turned then to the Green Mountain beers at 4:20 h. It dawned just a little queasy in the stomach and I felt I crimea up my stuff. In the guest house was allowed to boil the water and make use of the Nescafé. I did, then sat again (next to the wheel) on the balcony, looking after some night-goers, was thinking of earlier times, when I at this hour here with anyone or everyone else traveling alone was [Peter came to me, of course, the in the burner street had lived], and ate a bread roll with such a mini salami. A second Schrippe remained as a board, I had bananas, two apples, cookies, and because it was very warm, two water bottles, all concerned the night before.
After Five, the Navi showed at 5:23, went to release it. It was cloudy, but not at all (tomorrow) cool, the wind blew from the west (which he did throughout the day) and I drove - carefully, because I had new sandals and only wanted to make sure that I am easily that could click-in/click-out - los. The very beginning was a surprise: it went through Rothenburgsort (well, that was no surprise) about Bill Werder on the Dove-Elbe along on the elderly and Neuengamme out of Hamburg. I did not even know it was nice to go there, at least for now so early in the morning. Made
I had me a 20-section - so wanted to make the trip in 15 hours was then made because of the heat in recent days have skeptsich. In any case, this changed my strategy, I had categorized me with the Berlin-Hamburg-tour last year, the drive to square-practical 100-KM-blocks, and my long breaks - guaranteed between these blocks, which I then hinradelte - as a reward , now I paid more for speed and the hourly average calculated after periods and calculated so if I one, and if so how much, lead had gone out, I could invest in a break.
equal in the first hour was just below my cut made, but I pushed on the slow start in Hamburg with a series of stops at traffic lights. Agreed then as soon as the Inner City was abandoned, it was better.
Geesthacht I stayed up north, then I changed the side of the river and watched from the riverside footpath on the undulating green mountains of Lauenburg. In the rearview mirror I noticed a long while dark clouds, but these remained at a respectful distance behind me until they finally disappeared and the sun, which then - ah, now I do not for pleasure - remained for the rest of the day, gave way . Krümmel rose massively across from Tespe, then there should be a few hours later because of recurrence of incident that led to the shutdown and a slope that ultimately include the server in our data center in the Knee forced her to be rid of the hell. Of which I knew nothing, but with a little thought to the horrors - it was always: all unexplained - cluster of leukemia cases in the immediate vicinity (which indeed it probably included the southern banks of the Elbe).
hot it was and I knew by now that a drinking tube could help much. I was not worried, the first drink break, I had already behind me, the cut agreed, however, satisfied I registered when the speed of the GPS device, the 30 KM mark passed.
The ferry Bleckede after a good 70 miles was something like a first intermediate target (inevitably had more I do not even first), time for a few steps and a banana. Cozy chugged across the ship from the other side to me and the few other people waiting. I decided at the earliest opportunity, a coffee-break appeal - one Nesacafé was for me as a coffee addict too little. On the northern side of the river Elbe bike path because it was the work (because it was already last year built it?) Blocked. I followed the diversion signs and stopped on the highway, then we went on the original (and by now: last year) route to and through the Official Neuhaus.
First Saturday-morning's bustle, a little more traffic (but by a disturbing Measured far away), here mostly ignored the left-side bike paths I through, but no one harassed me about it. In Kaarßen I passed a "biker club" with a chalkboard advertising pie before, remarked the landlady, who just threw the chairs with cushions, and I braked, stopped and pushed against the wheel of the barking dog. Whether it would have coffee and cake? Yeah, fine, and a latte, please tell what kind of cake ... exactly a piece of strawberry-rhubarb pie with whipped cream please. Thank you. I was then served by a boy who was perhaps the son and is a pretty mocking train could make the lips. The hostess got into her (clear black and darkened glass) Golf and driving off. The cake was still warm and tasted great. Nearly five hours I was already on its way, a third had succeeded ". But it was warm, the wind blew from behind, which brought no cooling while riding, short breaks to drink more often had to be placed in the café and I had to top up both water bottles.
This was followed by Dömitz (where I was the only time in the last year has returned, I realized the ice cream parlor again), the pause time was soon overtaken, so that the true average. Now, on to the road through a forest area round, where you could take the bike path, perhaps, but I followed the road. The clouds had finally cleared, but the forest protected from the sun, but the latest in the Wittenberg service wasteland, it was clear that from now on cumbersome, would be perhaps more arduous. And behind Wittenberge then, between Kathan and Elbe on a green-covered with algae Zuflüsschen, I forced myself to apply sunscreen on the sweaty skin and put on the cap - the head felt so already quite heated. A water bottle was empty again, and in this pause to make me the first time the idea that I would not hold the cut, because if I ever managed. Sun and heat were found to be the main opponent. Somewhere the Weghälte was reached.
I got back on bike's I Did not last year on this very same section only doubt in the opposite direction as well? At that time it started to rain here and I fought against the gusty wind, if I had to choose now, I would not know what.
The Prignitz has been well profiled as a horse area. Hardly a village with no pasture, and the streets are the big car with the horse trailers on the road, from which it herauswiehert sometimes outraged. The fund is women and their daughters, and sometimes you can see all the same Pferdezopf. The characteristics but from all over North, East and Central Germany. Somewhere, probably something like a tournament. Bad Wilsnack I give my 20-KM-cutting goal (up to this point I had kept the) and return again (large species, milk coffee and cherry cheese cake that tastes like fresh from the oven again). The cafe is part of a junk shop (or was it vice versa?), You will be asked to go to the store and let them know that you want to be entertained.
Next door was Greek, the two occupied tables on the sidewalk and all the men drink beer, but now that's it! would give in dreams, yes, please notice, I like my brain, the eyes do fall, fatigue, pictures of a lake where I could spread my towel and then sleep two hours easy surrounded by such a dull afternoon, July-sound, that would be even better than the beer, butter-soft feel of these brief flashes waking dream, I could probably wegdösen immediately to the site.
I highly shrink, trying to figure out whether it is still okay to drive on when I have the one problem with the heat, feel my body to another so tired and heavy. Bad Wilsnack holds but the RE, is not it? Yes. The
considers it to be somewhere else. In fact, my route takes you from now on virtually parallel to the Berlin-Hamburg train, so I can continue to ride at first, and if I determine that it no longer really about, then still somewhere ... okay, but enjoy the first time coffee, cakes and specifications and see if the tiredness will pass. And no more driving against the clock. Good!
Three quarters of an hour I spend as in the café. The hostess fills me to the water. Where to go there because, she asks, Berlin, answer me. Oh, she says, but because you have to go. That's right! I can do it then and a little later I see the Havelberger Cathedral, take the eponymous hill and cross the town. Travel cyclists that are well on the same bike path on the road, Entegen me come. Some of which also have very red faces. They greet one.
Now Havelland driving is relaxed, very good that the pressure's off; really up to speed again, but I respect no longer on the average, in the villages I have to down slow due to the cobblestone streets, and in some of these villages I lose one of the two water bottles, of course, still full. I notice but only after I close to Rhinow Havel bridge to escape detainment. Stupid, so it is essential to water concerns. Opportunity to do an inn with Otto-Lilienthal Memorial Hall (which is probably from this corner) in Rhinehart. And since there lures a beautiful shaded courtyard, and I really would like to scrounge without eating just water, I turn in for the third time. Apple juice and a salad with baked feta is it. The landlady is very talkative, for the country there was a storm warning, but it was nothing to remember but, she says. Hmm, I wonder, but better in the train? The last time but told them further, it was so, because then only the city of Brandenburg has been affected, but in Rhinehart was nothing. In fact, this time it raged in the east, in the Frankfurt area, the next day I read in the newspaper. I still wanted to Berlin, she still can not believe, and when I tell that I started the morning in Hamburg, she looks at me with such incredulous look, as they have doubts about my sanity. Also, there should be only 80 KM from Berlin, she vehemently denies (it has perhaps 18 km understand? For a short time later in the Friesack B5 is a sign of 72 KM).
Up Berlin it is now - apart from the short drinking and pee breaks - by a train. The fatigue is gone, the body mucked not continue, just tingling in the toes sometimes, the feeling then very hot, another time to sleep as I should the position of the cleats but once adjusted to help, maybe this
In
Friesack I cross the track, I compare with last year's Tour, there were the last 60, 70 miles up the anstrenegendsten, as from Winsen I slipped only then. This is different this year when I drive because I do not lose momentum, will probably be due to the tailwind, the only breaks me out slow. As the first sign appears on the ship, sets itself to the certainty of having it done soon. That is already almost home.
comes But first the prince dam, a little way out of interconnected concrete slabs, each a hole through the wood. I should go slowly here, but that draws all sorts of critters on me, flies and mosquitoes and brakes, and another, quite unpleasant, so I am unreasonably fast, so get over 18 km / h are no longer with. The end of the Betonplattem I notice so as to late: this is then a sandy-rocky hole, as gray as the concrete before, I brake down, but can not make it more, auszuklicken time and slide so in botany, accompanied by a yelp from the ugly toward the rear derailleur. That, I think, was bent anyway and should be replaced. Hopefully it has received no harm.
it has not. I knock off the makeshift dirt, get to teach, the slightly bent handlebars and ride away.
Schönwalde settlement is the last place in Brandenburg, the Berlin town sign I have stretched the fist, great, I think. Now it goes in through the Spandau Forest in the city, the slowest stage of my day trip. Shortly after ten, I'm from the Red Island, draw more money from vending machines, ten ten I switch to 314 miles before my Hautür the GPS device. I shower and shower and shower .. and then I walk - or rather, I shake your - to Jansen bar indicates a surely well-deserved beer and to let me celebrate a little. Work then, too. It was nice. When you go on tour again? 
Finally I took the Hamburg-Berlin train for the 4th July before. I was once again stayed for three nights in Hamburg and had me in the boarding house in St. George, which I in my last night was discovered in March, took a room (a room with a balcony to Long line out), because first, the annual company outing decency, followed by barbecue with colleagues and because I am the second finally wanted to do laps around the apartment of the deceased aunt . I came to the latter but not the Hausverwalung had changed the lock, so I do not first came in, and then when I had the key, I'll be right again fled, that was all that bad. So now I have to back again on Saturday.
That was then a beautiful summer evenings and the long row muttered to you very pleasantly. I sat one evening in -. or better - before Gnosa, on the Friday evening before the tour of the green mountain. I was once again on Strictly, but otherwise ignored the scene, and this time did exceptionally Hamburg, at least in this lightweight St. George's Summer Evening Hamburg. With the bike I went to the office to Harburg, but the traveling through Hammerbrook and the Elbbrücken bugged as before (only from / to Veddel is it okay). And on a return trip from work I had met two recumbent riders from Vienna, who were on their way to Norway. Beautiful!
Sunny were the days, but then it weather predicted for Saturday, a slight cooling, clouds and showers, okay. I wanted to get up at four clock, the phone I turned then to the Green Mountain beers at 4:20 h. It dawned just a little queasy in the stomach and I felt I crimea up my stuff. In the guest house was allowed to boil the water and make use of the Nescafé. I did, then sat again (next to the wheel) on the balcony, looking after some night-goers, was thinking of earlier times, when I at this hour here with anyone or everyone else traveling alone was [Peter came to me, of course, the in the burner street had lived], and ate a bread roll with such a mini salami. A second Schrippe remained as a board, I had bananas, two apples, cookies, and because it was very warm, two water bottles, all concerned the night before.
After Five, the Navi showed at 5:23, went to release it. It was cloudy, but not at all (tomorrow) cool, the wind blew from the west (which he did throughout the day) and I drove - carefully, because I had new sandals and only wanted to make sure that I am easily that could click-in/click-out - los. The very beginning was a surprise: it went through Rothenburgsort (well, that was no surprise) about Bill Werder on the Dove-Elbe along on the elderly and Neuengamme out of Hamburg. I did not even know it was nice to go there, at least for now so early in the morning. Made
I had me a 20-section - so wanted to make the trip in 15 hours was then made because of the heat in recent days have skeptsich. In any case, this changed my strategy, I had categorized me with the Berlin-Hamburg-tour last year, the drive to square-practical 100-KM-blocks, and my long breaks - guaranteed between these blocks, which I then hinradelte - as a reward , now I paid more for speed and the hourly average calculated after periods and calculated so if I one, and if so how much, lead had gone out, I could invest in a break.
equal in the first hour was just below my cut made, but I pushed on the slow start in Hamburg with a series of stops at traffic lights. Agreed then as soon as the Inner City was abandoned, it was better.
Geesthacht I stayed up north, then I changed the side of the river and watched from the riverside footpath on the undulating green mountains of Lauenburg. In the rearview mirror I noticed a long while dark clouds, but these remained at a respectful distance behind me until they finally disappeared and the sun, which then - ah, now I do not for pleasure - remained for the rest of the day, gave way . Krümmel rose massively across from Tespe, then there should be a few hours later because of recurrence of incident that led to the shutdown and a slope that ultimately include the server in our data center in the Knee forced her to be rid of the hell. Of which I knew nothing, but with a little thought to the horrors - it was always: all unexplained - cluster of leukemia cases in the immediate vicinity (which indeed it probably included the southern banks of the Elbe).
hot it was and I knew by now that a drinking tube could help much. I was not worried, the first drink break, I had already behind me, the cut agreed, however, satisfied I registered when the speed of the GPS device, the 30 KM mark passed.
The ferry Bleckede after a good 70 miles was something like a first intermediate target (inevitably had more I do not even first), time for a few steps and a banana. Cozy chugged across the ship from the other side to me and the few other people waiting. I decided at the earliest opportunity, a coffee-break appeal - one Nesacafé was for me as a coffee addict too little. On the northern side of the river Elbe bike path because it was the work (because it was already last year built it?) Blocked. I followed the diversion signs and stopped on the highway, then we went on the original (and by now: last year) route to and through the Official Neuhaus.
First Saturday-morning's bustle, a little more traffic (but by a disturbing Measured far away), here mostly ignored the left-side bike paths I through, but no one harassed me about it. In Kaarßen I passed a "biker club" with a chalkboard advertising pie before, remarked the landlady, who just threw the chairs with cushions, and I braked, stopped and pushed against the wheel of the barking dog. Whether it would have coffee and cake? Yeah, fine, and a latte, please tell what kind of cake ... exactly a piece of strawberry-rhubarb pie with whipped cream please. Thank you. I was then served by a boy who was perhaps the son and is a pretty mocking train could make the lips. The hostess got into her (clear black and darkened glass) Golf and driving off. The cake was still warm and tasted great. Nearly five hours I was already on its way, a third had succeeded ". But it was warm, the wind blew from behind, which brought no cooling while riding, short breaks to drink more often had to be placed in the café and I had to top up both water bottles.
This was followed by Dömitz (where I was the only time in the last year has returned, I realized the ice cream parlor again), the pause time was soon overtaken, so that the true average. Now, on to the road through a forest area round, where you could take the bike path, perhaps, but I followed the road. The clouds had finally cleared, but the forest protected from the sun, but the latest in the Wittenberg service wasteland, it was clear that from now on cumbersome, would be perhaps more arduous. And behind Wittenberge then, between Kathan and Elbe on a green-covered with algae Zuflüsschen, I forced myself to apply sunscreen on the sweaty skin and put on the cap - the head felt so already quite heated. A water bottle was empty again, and in this pause to make me the first time the idea that I would not hold the cut, because if I ever managed. Sun and heat were found to be the main opponent. Somewhere the Weghälte was reached.
I got back on bike's I Did not last year on this very same section only doubt in the opposite direction as well? At that time it started to rain here and I fought against the gusty wind, if I had to choose now, I would not know what.
The Prignitz has been well profiled as a horse area. Hardly a village with no pasture, and the streets are the big car with the horse trailers on the road, from which it herauswiehert sometimes outraged. The fund is women and their daughters, and sometimes you can see all the same Pferdezopf. The characteristics but from all over North, East and Central Germany. Somewhere, probably something like a tournament. Bad Wilsnack I give my 20-KM-cutting goal (up to this point I had kept the) and return again (large species, milk coffee and cherry cheese cake that tastes like fresh from the oven again). The cafe is part of a junk shop (or was it vice versa?), You will be asked to go to the store and let them know that you want to be entertained.
Next door was Greek, the two occupied tables on the sidewalk and all the men drink beer, but now that's it! would give in dreams, yes, please notice, I like my brain, the eyes do fall, fatigue, pictures of a lake where I could spread my towel and then sleep two hours easy surrounded by such a dull afternoon, July-sound, that would be even better than the beer, butter-soft feel of these brief flashes waking dream, I could probably wegdösen immediately to the site.
I highly shrink, trying to figure out whether it is still okay to drive on when I have the one problem with the heat, feel my body to another so tired and heavy. Bad Wilsnack holds but the RE, is not it? Yes. The
considers it to be somewhere else. In fact, my route takes you from now on virtually parallel to the Berlin-Hamburg train, so I can continue to ride at first, and if I determine that it no longer really about, then still somewhere ... okay, but enjoy the first time coffee, cakes and specifications and see if the tiredness will pass. And no more driving against the clock. Good!
Three quarters of an hour I spend as in the café. The hostess fills me to the water. Where to go there because, she asks, Berlin, answer me. Oh, she says, but because you have to go. That's right! I can do it then and a little later I see the Havelberger Cathedral, take the eponymous hill and cross the town. Travel cyclists that are well on the same bike path on the road, Entegen me come. Some of which also have very red faces. They greet one.
Now Havelland driving is relaxed, very good that the pressure's off; really up to speed again, but I respect no longer on the average, in the villages I have to down slow due to the cobblestone streets, and in some of these villages I lose one of the two water bottles, of course, still full. I notice but only after I close to Rhinow Havel bridge to escape detainment. Stupid, so it is essential to water concerns. Opportunity to do an inn with Otto-Lilienthal Memorial Hall (which is probably from this corner) in Rhinehart. And since there lures a beautiful shaded courtyard, and I really would like to scrounge without eating just water, I turn in for the third time. Apple juice and a salad with baked feta is it. The landlady is very talkative, for the country there was a storm warning, but it was nothing to remember but, she says. Hmm, I wonder, but better in the train? The last time but told them further, it was so, because then only the city of Brandenburg has been affected, but in Rhinehart was nothing. In fact, this time it raged in the east, in the Frankfurt area, the next day I read in the newspaper. I still wanted to Berlin, she still can not believe, and when I tell that I started the morning in Hamburg, she looks at me with such incredulous look, as they have doubts about my sanity. Also, there should be only 80 KM from Berlin, she vehemently denies (it has perhaps 18 km understand? For a short time later in the Friesack B5 is a sign of 72 KM).
Up Berlin it is now - apart from the short drinking and pee breaks - by a train. The fatigue is gone, the body mucked not continue, just tingling in the toes sometimes, the feeling then very hot, another time to sleep as I should the position of the cleats but once adjusted to help, maybe this
In
Friesack I cross the track, I compare with last year's Tour, there were the last 60, 70 miles up the anstrenegendsten, as from Winsen I slipped only then. This is different this year when I drive because I do not lose momentum, will probably be due to the tailwind, the only breaks me out slow. As the first sign appears on the ship, sets itself to the certainty of having it done soon. That is already almost home.
comes But first the prince dam, a little way out of interconnected concrete slabs, each a hole through the wood. I should go slowly here, but that draws all sorts of critters on me, flies and mosquitoes and brakes, and another, quite unpleasant, so I am unreasonably fast, so get over 18 km / h are no longer with. The end of the Betonplattem I notice so as to late: this is then a sandy-rocky hole, as gray as the concrete before, I brake down, but can not make it more, auszuklicken time and slide so in botany, accompanied by a yelp from the ugly toward the rear derailleur. That, I think, was bent anyway and should be replaced. Hopefully it has received no harm.
it has not. I knock off the makeshift dirt, get to teach, the slightly bent handlebars and ride away.
Schönwalde settlement is the last place in Brandenburg, the Berlin town sign I have stretched the fist, great, I think. Now it goes in through the Spandau Forest in the city, the slowest stage of my day trip. Shortly after ten, I'm from the Red Island, draw more money from vending machines, ten ten I switch to 314 miles before my Hautür the GPS device. I shower and shower and shower .. and then I walk - or rather, I shake your - to Jansen bar indicates a surely well-deserved beer and to let me celebrate a little. Work then, too. It was nice. When you go on tour again?
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