by Johann Aeschlimann | Mar 28, 2024 | letters
Two weeks. *** It is shocking to see how wide a difference two weeks’ passing of time can make. Two weeks and three days after she took her last feeble breaths, our mother’s presence has sunk to the bottom. Processed into memory. Gone for good. No use in making that...
by Johann Aeschlimann | Mar 9, 2024 | letters
Dear L and P, “Glück im Unglück”, say the Germans. Good fortune wrapped into bad luck. That’s what struck this morning. I intended to start riding a bit later because I first wanted to see an exhibition, but when I looked at my bike, departure was delayed even more. I...
by Johann Aeschlimann | Mar 9, 2024 | letters
Dear L an P, My intention was to follow the Saale river, then veer off and ride to Weimar or even Erfurt. Fat chance. The Komoot app leads me in the wrong direction (my bad, I trusted the robot more than my instinct). Good thing was that I got to pass the immense...
by Johann Aeschlimann | Mar 9, 2024 | letters
Dear L and P, The goal was to make it past Halle, if possible to Weissenfels on Saale river. Again, not a very exciting Komoot route. The one striking thing is how deserted those German small towns actually are. In the majority of them you won’t find a bakery, a...
by Johann Aeschlimann | Mar 9, 2024 | letters
Hi L and P, You are my only biking buddies (more precisely, I am yours, as you are the fiends and I the hopalong) and the only ones in my extended readership possibly interested in whatever might turn out noteworthy on my velotrek. One of my other two readers told me...
