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Thal, Terrugem per Velo
... der beiden, ist es vorbei mit ciao sagen und wir kommen allmählich ins Reisefeeling. Wir Zelten am Rhein, Daniel zaubert Köstlichkeiten aus zwei Campingtöpfen über Lagerfeuer und Benzinkocher. Kurz vor Basel erreichen wir den EuroVelo 6, ein Veloweg der uns bis an den Atlantik führen wird. Bis jetzt können wir nur positives über den Weg äussern; er ist fast durchgehend geteert, meistens Verkehrsfrei, sehr gut ausgeschildert und das Wichtigste: sehr flach! (Wir ...
Fancy kayaking in 3c and sleet? In the Rhone?
... out. They bough a slab of cheese big enough for its own post code. Back to Frank the Danish Kayaker. he ison a pilgrimage. In his late 60's and was trying to get to the Med as fast as his paddles (or another boat) would take him. he had paddled in looking for a sporting goods store to buy a tent more suited to the current weather. I.e bloody cold. And he was hoping to catch a ride with a boat south to speed things up. He dropped by Red because ...
Leaving Meursault For New Adventures
... and she is a fabulous cook. Because I had mentioned in passing that I always see the French women buying leeks at the market and that now I see them buying endive, she decided she needed to make these for us. Who are we to argue with this woman whose cooking has been featured on television? She prepared steamed leeks topped with a mustard sauce, a homemade tomato-cabbage soup, and baked endives. She made tiramisu for dessert. Now that ...
Typical Days in the Cote d’Or, and Blewbeek
... relative word here). Although I have become more accustomed to French public bathrooms I wasn’t that sure I wanted some strange woman to walk in while I was relieving myself, so…the stall it was! I open the door onto an area that barely held a small toilet. I entered and turned around to lock the door. The backs of my legs were touching the toilet seat and my knees were rammed into the door. I was wondering how I was ...
Day Eighteen, A Hearty Taste of Burgundy
... across the room at another table where a woman had a baby sitting on her lap, dining with a group of people (you'd never see this so late at night in the States!). Much to my amazement, the mom brought her glass of chilled white wine down and tilted it so her little one could lick the water drops from the outside of the glass. It was cute, and pretty funny to witness. French people have their babies, and the babies conform to the parents' lifestyle - not ...