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    • Day296

      Tschüss Rüdiger 🥺🥲❤️

      March 28 in Germany ⋅ ☀️ 16 °C

      Wir hatten eine unglaublich schöne Zeit mit dir und du hast uns auf unserer Reise nie im Stich gelassen. Jetzt erfreut sich eine junge, sehr nette, Familie an ihm und er wird weiter viel von der Welt sehen. Den Namen wollen Sie beibehalten.

      Danke für ALLES lieber Rüdiger. Wir werden dich vermissen ❤️
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      Das gute Stück…🥲

      4/2/22Reply
       
    • Day11

      ....auf Abwegen

      June 14 in Germany ⋅ ☀️ 23 °C

      Es gibt Tage an denen möchte man nicht mit dieser großen Kiste von Wohnmobil unterwegs sein. Heute war so einer......

      Nachdem meine Brille repariert war ging die gemütliche Fahrt über die Autobahn und später die Hunsrück Höhenstraße in Richtung Koblenz bevor der Abzweig Richtung Wiesbaden/Mainz kam. Leider hat unser Navi die Adresse der Loreley nicht gefunden und wir hatten nur die ungefähre Richtung. Kein Problem, wird schon angeschrieben sein.....

      In St. Goar ging es mit der Fähre über den Rhein und dann stieg das Navi aus, einmal falsch abgebogen und es ging eine endlose schmale Straße den Berg rauf ohne Möglichkeit zu wenden oder anzuhalten. Als wir endlich umdrehen konnten schickte uns das Navi über einige schmale Gässchen mit Serpentinen bis wir endlich wieder auf dem richtigen Weg waren und mit 30 Minuten Verspätung auf der Loreley ankamen. Es war schon nach 13:00 Uhr deshalb erst mal eine Kleinigkeit zum Essen.

      Der Weg zur Lore-Ley war nicht weit aber es war schon ordentlich heiß geworden. Der Bick ins Mittelrheintal war sehr schön, den Abstieg zur Loreley Statue haben wir bei der Hitze weggelassen.

      Auf dem Weg nach Mainz wollten wir noch kurz die Drosselgasse in Rüdesheim besichtigen, das war aber nichts besonderes...... man hat ja immer so seine Vorstellungen.

      Auf den letzten Kilometern am Rhein entlang noch schnell Erdbeeren 🍓 und Kirschen 🍒 gekauft und schon war unser Stellplatz an der Uni in Mainz erreicht.
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      Ach Mensch, das tut uns leid, daß die Fahrerei so anstrengend war!

      6/15/22Reply
      Traveler

      Puuhh! Das wäre für mich auch eine ziemliche Stresssituation gewesen... Grüße Moni

      6/15/22Reply
       
    • Day12

      Mit dem zweiten ✌️ sieht man besser

      June 15 in Germany ⋅ ☀️ 21 °C

      Heute ging es nach einer warmen Nacht sehr früh aus dem Bett. Um 09:30 Uhr wollten wir auf dem Mainzer Lerchenberg sein um an einer Führung beim ZDF teilzunehmen.

      Wir fuhren mit der Straßenbahn und eine Schulklasse nahm auch an der kostenlosen Führung teil. Vor der Führung konnte man Bilder mit Christian Sievers im "Heute Journal Studio" machen. Leider nur als Fake und nicht in Echt.

      Dann ging die Führung los und wir sahen die 3 großen Studios in denen z.B. das Aktuelle Sportstudio, das Mittagsmagazin oder das Auslandsjournal produziert werden. Umheimlich viel Technik, hauptsächlich z.B. Strahler a' 20.000 € die alles gut ausleuchten und natürlich die Kameras 📷 . Es wurde der Auf- und Umbau der Requisiten erklärt und was sonst noch so gebraucht wird z.B. die Maske.

      Im Fernsehgarten sehen wir schon die Requisite für die Sendung am Sonntag. Das ganze Grundstück ist riesig ca. ein Quadratkilometer groß und es arbeiten 3000 Mitarbeiter hier. Gleich nebenan sitzt z.B. 3sat.
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    • Day3

      Mainz by night

      July 15 in Germany ⋅ 🌙 19 °C

      From Koblenz we travelled the picturesque, UNESCO, Rhine Valley. Lined with hills and cliff-top perched castles on both sides, it was beautiful to see out the window. It was also, however, the first train we had to stand on.

      We arrived into Mainz in the early evening and checked into our hotel near the station. After a long day walking, we tossed up whether walking to the main town was doable but ultimately the lure of dinner drew us in. About a 15 minute walk put us in the main town, where we grabbed some sushi before wandering down towards the Rhine passed the Natural History Museum's big display of rocks, which B very much enjoyed! At the Rhine we were treated to a beautiful sunset over the bridge.
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    • Day4

      Mainz by day

      July 16 in Germany ⋅ ☀️ 22 °C

      We pondered whether to stay in Mainz today as it was to be the site of a far-right rally and an anti-far right rally in response. The police presence was huge (and had been the night before), but we wanted to see the Gutenberg Museum so we stored our luggage at the hotel and wandered in.

      Grabbing a sandwich for breakfast, we wandered to the Rhine to eat in the baking morning sunshine. This meant wandering through the Saturday Market, already in full swing under the shadow of the beautiful pink cathedral.

      The Gutenberg Museum was incredible. Over four floors covering the development of the printing press, development of calligraphy, printing around the world and included original Gutenberg bibles. There was even a demonstration of the press in action.

      We wandered across the Market Square and into the cathedral which was cavernous but beautiful with the sun streaming through the windows. Finally, we walked to the Kirschgarten old town, before heading back for our kit and a train to Mannheim.

      On the way, we passed the rallies, which were now in full swing and the police everywhere. We avoided getting caught up in them but read later that the police had had to use pepper spray...yikes!

      Beer Index (Mainz) - N/A
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    • Day4

      Mainz am Rhein

      October 15 in Germany ⋅ 🌧 13 °C

      Die Weiterfahrt auf der Mosel zeigt wieder farbenfrohe Landschaften, wo wir schliesslich anlegen. Am nächsten Tag biegen wir schon um 7:30 beim Deutschen Eck auf den romantischen Rhein ein. Wer will kann die Loreley seufzen hören und all die Schlösser bewundern. Der nächste Landgang ist in Mainz, wo die Altstadt mit ihren Fachwerkhäusern und die mittelalterlichen Marktplätze bekannt sind. In der Stadtmitte befindet sich der Marktbrunnen mit seinen roten Pfeilern. Unweit davon steht der Mainzer Dom mit seinem tiefroten Sandstein und dem markanten achteckigen Turm. Einen schönen Ausblick und eine lange Rutsche bietet der Windmühlenberg, den wir besteigen.Read more

    • Day5

      Etappe 5 Frankfurt -Mainz 45 Km + 10 🥹

      August 15 in Germany ⋅ ⛅ 26 °C

      Ungewöhnliches Bild draussen: das erste Mal scheint die Sonne nicht (obwohl sie sich unterwegs ab und zu gezeigt hat). Únd ungewöhnlich Gegenwind 💨: konnte schon ein wenig für 🇳🇱 trainieren, weil da erwarte ich die letzten 3 Etappen Gegenwind.
      Man sagt ja der Weg ist das Ziel weil Heute habe ich mich ordentlich verfahren und 10 Km plus gemacht. Weil die ursprüngliche Distanz 45 Km war nicht so schlimm aber es kommen noch Strecken von 80 Km und mehr und da darf mich das nicht passieren.

      Jetzt angekommen in Mainz und als ich beim Hotel das Fahrrad abgeschlossen habe, fielen die ersten Tropfen 💦👊.

      Wenn ich mich ausgeruht habe und es nicht zu stark regnet, werde ich mich die Stadt mal anschauen.
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    • Day5

      We Discover a Real Genius

      August 25, 2017 in Germany ⋅ ⛅ 15 °C

      Our time in Mainz has been an absolute delight. It has proven to be the perfect way to recover from the long journey and to prepare for the more demanding schedule once the cycling starts this weekend. After a comparatively late start we walked back to the centre of the old town looking for a place to have breakfast. We settled for a lovely restaurant right near the Dom. Outside the crews were busy assembling a huge stage and overhead tent for some sort of upcoming activity. We later discovered it is some sort of liturgical function to ordain a new bishop (archbishop, cardinal, pope, etc) and that all the media would be there for the event. I couldn't see that happening in Australia. We also noticed that the city was also preparing for another exciting event. All over the town they had raised huge flags with giant bicycle symbols on them. It was obvious that somehow word had got out about the arrival of the famous Ghostriders cycling team and that the town had pulled out all the stops to make us welcome.

      On the way back to the hotel we stopped by at the Gutenburg Museum. Johannes Gutenburg was the most famous son of Mainz and his invention of the movable type printing press in 1459 is recognised as the most important invention of the second millennium. It was his device that began the information revolution, the renaissance, the reformation and the "Age of Enlightenment". I thought we should learn a little more about him. Two hours later we were both so glad that we had taken the time, especially when our great ages qualified both of us for the extra low admission price of only 3 Euros each !

      The story of Gutenburg really is amazing. When he came up with his idea for the printing press he needed a financial backer and borrowed a considerable sum from his brother-in-law. He then not only had to invent the process of printing, but even had to perfect the formula for the ink. Over a period of three years his business was able to produce around 180 copies of the bible. The typesetting and printing process allowed them to print about 200 copies of the same page a day. The pages were set aside to dry while work started on the next page.

      Previously it had taken an expert copier around 3 years to hand copy a complete bible, so Gutenburg's process was a huge improvement. The problem was that he was not such a great businessman. The funds were mismanaged and after the first 180 bibles were printed, old Gutenburg was in trouble. He was taken to court and made bankrupt. The press was closed down and the production of bibles ceased. Although he had worked out a working method to mass produce books, it took many years before the presses started printing again.

      Of the original 180 bibles, only 49 are now accounted for and two of them are now in the Gutenburg Museum. These are stored in a massive vault on the second floor, along with several other priceless examples of early books. The value of these artefacts would be in the order of a 100,000,000 Euros or more, so the security is quite impressive. I learnt this when I lent over the glass case to examine them in more detail. A few seconds later a guard ordered me to "stop touching the glass". I felt suitably humiliated and apologised profusely. "I am just a stupid old Australian who does not know any better", I explained. We soon became friends and the guard then spent quite some time with us answering our questions. It was clearly evident that he felt it was a huge privilege for him to be able to be so close to these special books every day of his life.

      After our time at the museum we returned to our hotel for a short break. One thing that I find interesting about Europe is the ear splitting volume of their emergency vehicles. Unlike in Australia where you can hardly hear them, the vehicles here have sirens that could be clearly heard in the neighbouring countries.

      It was while we were in our room that I could hear a rising cacophony of sirens coming our way. I looked out the window to see a convoy of fire trucks, police vehicles and ambulances speeding past our hotel. They were certainly on a serious mission to get somewhere fast. The sirens faded into the distance, but a couple of minutes later I could hear more coming. The strange thing is that these were coming from the opposite direction. By the time the volume rose to true eardrum bursting levels I was surprised to see it was the same vehicles flying past in the opposite direction. They had obviously been going the wrong way. The faces on the drivers were as red as their fire engines. I just hoped that the fire was only a small one. I was even able to watch the spectacle of further emergency vehicles trying to U turn right outside our room. It brought back memories of those wonderful keystone cops.

      Later in the day we met Paul and Claire Cowen and went back to the town centre to have a drink with them. We noticed a rather dishevelled guy staggering around the square with his backback undone and a glazed look on his face. Hang on, the face looked familiar. It turned out to be Douglas. He had just arrived in Mainz after his harrowing journey from Australia.

      When we pointed out that his zipper was completely undone (his backpack, not his fly) he left his bag with us and retraced his wandering steps to make sure that he had not dropped anything. Fortunately all was OK, although he really did look like he needed a rest (maybe about 4 days would be sufficient). We welcomed him to Mainz and noted that we now had about 13 riders safely in the city.

      A couple of hours later I received an SMS from Bob Andrews (rider 14). Apparently he had just collapsed into the city also. His message read simply "I am in a lather and am heading to the shower". He had apparently forgotten the normal sequence of events and had soaped himself up before getting in the shower. The next 5 weeks will be interesting !

      Maggie and I had decided to have a simple picnic dinner in our room so went to the supermarket for supplies and then carried them back to the room. I could not wait to enjoy the fresh baguettes and fruit we had bought. The only problem was that David and Carol had stolen our butter. It was in their fridge and they were nowhere to be seen. I had to go out in search of another supermarket to buy some butter. I managed to find such a place, just a few short kilometres from our hotel and then staggered back into the room. By now I really was ready for our feast.

      We unpacked our goodies and pulled open the drawer to get the cutlery out. I discovered that the butter was not the only thing that David and Carol had taken - all of our knives, forks, spoons and plates were also in their room as well. I rang David and tried to explain that we were starving, but due to a hearing aid malfunction, he couldn't hear a word I was saying to him.

      After a very late dinner and a coffee by the river we finally collapsed into bed around 10.30 pm. It really had been a great day.
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    • Day6

      Claire Becomes a Sexagenerian

      August 26, 2017 in Germany ⋅ ⛅ 18 °C

      Our day began with a group breakfast at the ALEX cafe in the centre of town. The rat pack has now grown to 14 people so we are becoming quite a force in this city. During breakfast Greg announced that he and Andrea had discovered a beautiful ruin of a church and they would love to show it to the rest of us. I could have added that, if I really wanted to see any ruins, all I had to do was look around the table, but somehow Greg convinced the group that it really was worth seeing.

      After finishing the breakfast we formed a walking peloton with Bob Andrews and Douglas Lee staggering along in the rear. After a few hours sleep Bob insisted that he was no longer "in a lather", but I had to admit that young Douglas looked like he was still sleep walking.

      Greg took up the lead position, while the group followed behind. I could only hope that no one would see us, since everyone knows how much I deride such tourist groups. All Greg was lacking was a red umbrella - and a sense of direction. We wandered aimlessly back and forth through the streets. "It's this way", followed by "I think it's up there", finally "I don't know where it is". Talk about stating the bleeding obvious. I looked around and tried to pretend I had nothing to do with the rest of the group.

      Eventually Maggie saw a sign pointing to St Christophe's ruin (or something like this). With renewed vigour Greg set off again and, about 20 minutes later, we finally found the place. It was about 50 metres away from where we had breakfast.

      The women seemed excited and went off exploring the ruin. The men went off to explore the nearby bike shop. Douglas went to sleep standing up. About 30 minutes later we decided it was time to split up. People dispersed in different directions. Douglas staggered along, trying hard to remain vertical. I was starting to worry about the staying power of these young people.

      About 20 minutes later Douglas woke up enough to make a frightening discovery. No, it wasn't that he had had his fly undone the whole morning. It was far worse than that. He had lost his mobile phone. That finally woke him up. With his legs flying he set off back to the ruined church and, to his relief, found that it was still there. It would have been a terrible way to start the trip.

      Maggie and I then spent the rest of the day looking for the wine festival that David and Carol had told us was so amazing. Due to David's directions we never had any real chance of finding it, but did manage to see most of Mainz and much of the surrounding towns in the search. We finally just gave up and decided to sit by the river instead. It was a lovely place to watch the continuous parade of boats going up and down the river.

      The evening was going to be one of the early highlights of the trip, after all it is not every day that someone turns 60. In our group it is much more common for someone to be turning 70 or 80. Claire had previously announced that tonight would be her birthday party and that everyone was invited to come along and bring a present. She had even chosen the venue. It was called the Holy Ghost (Heiliggeist) Restaurant and it was in the middle of a huge converted church. The name certainly seemed appropriate for a group of Ghostriders and, when I found that it was right next door to our hotel, I readily agreed that it was a great idea.

      At 6.45 we were ready. I even put on my good pair of pants and was pleased that we had been able to remove some of the blue ink from the front of my groin. (see the infamous plane incident previously reported). The fine weather had broken and a heavy rain started pouring. We were glad that we only had about 20 metres to walk, while the others would have to walk across the town.

      I had tried to make the booking via the Internet from Australia, but my single word German vocabulary (Nein), did not make the process simple. Fortunately the Maitre D was expecting us and escorted us to our table. With the arrival of Lionel Rex, our group had swollen to 15. It would have been even more if Mary Kinch's flight had not been delayed in Melbourne. The delay had caused her to miss the connecting flight and, the last I heard from her she was stuck in Dubai airport. I felt sorry for her and glad that we had allowed several days to cover such contingencies.

      We took our places at the large table they had prepared for us and soon we were sweating profusely in the stifling humidity. We all made makeshift fans out of anything that was not nailed down (and a few things that had been nailed down as well). After much pleading we succeeded in getting the waiter to open the huge side door. That helped a lot, but I think that they might have been worried that we were about to do a runner.

      The food was very well prepared and the huge servings meant that much was left on the plates. We presented Claire with her presents and she seemed pleased with the sterling silver bicycle necklace we presented her with. A couple of rounds of "Happy Birthday" and some cheers completed the occasion. "But where is my cake ?" she asked. I looked around having to admit that I had not seen that one coming. "It was too large to bring on the plane", was all I could think of. It could have been true.

      While this was happening Bob Andrews had obviously got his second wind (but that is not why we wanted the door opened). He started off on one of his animated political discussions. With arms waving and chest pumping he proceeded to explain to Douglas why our politicians are all rubbish. Douglas responded by closing his eyes completely and wishing he was sitting at the other end of the table.

      An hour later we had finished our dinners, Douglas was still fast asleep under the table and we decided that it was time to retreat to someplace quieter. Douglas staggered off to bed with Bob continuing his political lecture right behind him. The rest of us wandered into town to find a suitable place for coffee. The rain had stopped, leaving the wet cobblestones glistening in the lamplight. This is the real essence of European cities.

      The evening concluded with coffees and another round of Happy Birthday for Claire. It had been a memorable night. Tomorrow we will bid farewell to the city that has been our home for four nights and board our boat for the first leg of our ride.
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    • Day24

      Nach dem Spiel ist vor dem Spiel. Mainz

      September 2, 2019 in Germany ⋅ ☀️ 19 °C

      Erstmal...vielen lieben Dank für all eure Nachrichten und Kommentare! Mit vielen haben wir ja zwischenzeitlich gesprochen, aber trotzdem nochmal danke!

      Warum haben wir solange nichts geschrieben?
      Weil wir traurig waren, sehr traurig.
      Natürlich ist keiner gestorben. Natürlich hat sich keiner weh getan. Aber Bernd ist down. BERND IST DOWN! Und damit ein Trip ohne wirkliches End-Date, den wir grade angefangen hatten so richtig zu genießen. Perfekt ausgerüstet für wildestest camping unter der Sonne und einem glorreichen TouchDown am Strand samt tollen Tagen in Sardinien! Selbst den goldenen Herbst auf der Rückkehr...lassen wir das.

      Was in der Zwischenzeit geschah?
      So einiges - und sovieles davon hat damit zu tun, dass wir uns in Mainz so wohl fühlen und immer gerne zurückkommen...

      Die Rückkehr:
      Pacey Pace, der Ehrenmann, hat uns mit Bier am Bahnhof abgeholt - trotz Mittagsrausch, Döner vor der Brust und nur 20min Vorlauf!
      Die Familia, Ehrenfamilia, hat einen EnteAbend ausgerufen - sogar ohne zu wissen, dass wir zurückkommen!
      Mainz, Ehrenmainz, hat das schönste Fest des Jahres am Wochenende abgehalten - den Weinmarkt im Rosengarten (ist am kommenden Wochenende nochmal, A.d.R.)
      Auch eine PoolKinderparty in Walluf mit vielen Freunden wurde extra nochmal ausgerichtet - EhrenRikeundFabi!

      Es gab in Summe also genügend Weinschorle, um unser kleines großes Trauma zu verarbeiten....aber wer jetzt glaubt wir wären in Schorlelethargie ertrunken, der täuscht sich!
      Wir haben uns zusammengerissen. Wir haben ganz businesslike (deshalb der Spritz) in der erwähnten Zeitungsente gesessen und Flugpreise verglichen. Wir sind bei EhrenIna (bestes Frühstück, siehe Bilder!) und EhrenMarcellus ein- und wieder ausgezogen bevor uns EhrenIrina ihr Zimmer im Palazzo angeboten und damit eine kleine große Rückkehr ermöglicht hat...nächste Woche ziehen wir dann bei EhrenOlli und EhrenMaya ein.

      Und vor allem haben wir neue, grooooße Pläne gemacht!
      Wir werden am 12. September nach Bali fliegen! Boom! Hub of Indonesia, gateway to Asia, call it what you want. Vielleicht Surferparadies?
      Und der nächste Footprint kommt irgendwo aus Friesland. Norden statt Süden! Heimat statt Ferne. Zug statt Flugzeug. Wetter statt Wetter.

      Lebbe geht weida. Reise geht weida. Weida, weida, immer weida!
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      Ein Ehrenbericht zur Ehrung aller Helfer und Unterstützung.👍👍 Sehr schön zu lesen.👏

      9/3/19Reply
       

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