Leider muss aber der mehrfach versprochene Artikel zur Routenplanung mit dem RadRoutenplaner 6.0 wegfallen - ich finde meine DVD nicht! :(

Aber vielleicht findet sich ja ein Gastautor, das den Artikel übernimmt? Freiwillige vor! ;)

Lost because I followed the signs for the bike path, which seemed clear enough to me at the time.

I mean, it does seem to indicate Bremen that way doesn't it? So I took the turn and ended up on this horrible stretch of cobblestone and sand, absolute hell for anyone on two wheels. The former because if you don't have all the latest fancy-dancy bike suspension rig-thingies the rattling pummels your balls to hamburger, the latter for how it gums up your gears.

After gritting my teeth and cursing whoever it was that must have turned the sign 90 degrees to the left and forcing a traverse of that awful, monstrous and neverending line of cars and trucks I was so hoping to avoid, I somehow got on the right track again, re-joining the path I'd printed out thanks to Via Michelin.

Via Michelin is really helpful if you're cycling. You enter your start and end points, say you want to travel by bike, and voilà! Out comes a clear description of how to get from point A to point B on two wheels. No need for expensive bike path maps you can never figure out how to fold up again anyway.

Once in Bremen I met the friendly owner of Gästehaus Peterswerder 35 euro a night for a single with shower, great breakfast, clean and homey - locked the bike up in the back, showered, ate lunch overlooking the Weser, flaked out for a couple of hours, then met the first group of bloggers.

Talk about getting whirled from one world to another. From hours of long, solitary stretches lined with oak to patches of pine forest, horse pasture and cornfields with nothing to listen to but the twittering of birds to suddenly be thrust into the company of people bent on over-using a particularly strange adjective at almost every turn...

Moist.

At one point that first evening I just couldn't take it any longer and so finally blurted out WHY are you guys calling anything and everything MOIST?

Turns out it was really a running gag they were pulling to see how long I would be able to hold off asking what they were going on about, which I readily admitted I was reluctant to do. When you're pushing 50 and don't get out very much and don't pay attention to pop culture or what's on American TV it's a safer bet to follow the old adage: better to keep mouth closed and appear dumb than open mouth and remove all doubt.

Which is probably why I don't talk very much unless the beer's been flowing. Rather I take notes. The much-missed B from Eurotrippen wanted to know just what I was jotting down all the time during the Dresden meetup she and her husband hosted last year, so here's a transcription of my scribblings this time 'round: (links added for flavour and freshness)

obscurestore

thankfully not a gravy moment - Adam

Everything is referred to as moist - what is MOIST?

= fantastic

Write Feuchtgebiet translated excerpts post with moist as hook?

librarything.com headbang8 is member

The Culture Code - buy it or find at library?

Madmen - new TV series - slingbox what costs etc?

Fresh Air NPR Podcast - look up in list

Dexter - psychopath as hero?

Citizenofthemonth.com

Iwillfuckingtearyouapart.blogspot.com

Well, there you have it. No nuclear launch codes, I'm afraid - not even free passwords to stuff white people like, especially if you're a queer expatriate living in Weimar.

Speaking of whom, Adam set the bar pretty high by mentioning my post last time about Dresden was the best of the Whiney Expat Blogger write-ups that time around.

Well, don't get me wrong - I do appreciate the compliment, Adam - but comparisons are for boy scouts dangling their wieners around the campfire. The reports from across the country are starting to trickle in and - no surprise - we all enjoyed it in our own way.

Highlights for me besides the lovely fall weather and relaxed atmosphere was the chance to finally meet so many people face-to-face.

Like Jen and Sparky, my sole contact with Jen up to now having been comments on her blog, a couple of emails and one enthusiastic Baaaaayyyy-beeeeee! she gave me as she answered her phone expecting it to be her number one.

And headbang8 - as much a pleasure to meet in person as to read online and I'm bracing myself for his weekend review - as well as Diane Mandy, Max and Doggie, sharp-as-a-razor G, our fearless tour guide, organiser and providor of wonderful gift bags Claire, Kim from Bremen, PapaScott from Hamburg, tireless traveller Heidelbergerin and beau, although the latter belongs to the usual gang of suspects rounded up for fingerprinting, eyeball patterning, Canadian passport control, inadvertent impromptu golden showering and general posterity.

I also enjoyed slipping into the relative safety and comfort of social avoidance mode for a couple of hours in late afternoon to have the energy to make it through the second evening. It was on that walkabout that I managed to really see what was all around me, observe detail in buildings, the faces of the people and above all avoid coffee at Starbucks or sliding on dogshit.

It was on that wander through town that I came across a surprisingly common sight in Germany. Some guy dressed in funny clothes sweeping the steps of the city hall clean.

Seems if a young man reaches his 30th birthday and still isn't married, he has to go down to the town hall and perform the task for his friends and family. They helped out by spreading around hundreds of beer bottle caps which they promptly kicked around as soon as he'd managed to get a few into anything remotely resembling a pile. Ordnung muss nicht immer sein.

The ride back was wonderful. I managed to make it in six hours instead of seven on the way out by ignoring the bike path signs and simply following the Via Michelin map and directions. A tail-wind helped. As luck would have it the S-Bahn I wanted to take from Harburg over the Elbe to Hamburg was closed for repair for a stretch so I had to lug the bike with gear off the train, onto a crowded bus, off the bus, back onto the S-Bahn and then onward, making the journey from just south of the Elbe to home 15 minutes longer than if I'd boarded a train at the station way back in Bremen.

Mist!

Michelina (per gli amici) è il nome del nuovo giocattolino tecnologico che ci siamo accattati. Il nome completo è "Via Michelin X-960 Italia New Edition". È un navigatore satellitare economico e potente. Permette di fare fare le stesse cose dei più famosi "Tom Tom", "Garmin", eccetera.

L'abbiamo comprata su bow lunedì scorso e ci è stato consegnato il venerdì. Pagata 141 Euro (131 + 10 di spese di spedizione). Con gli occhi lucidi abbiamo aperto il pacco e ci siamo messi a giocare. Poi l'abbiamo usata per andare ad un Supermercato (come se non sapessimo la strada!). Ma ci è servita il giorno dopo! Infatti siamo andati a Novara dai genitori di Giulietta, passando per Gerenzano a raccattare sorella, genero e nipotina. Era la prima volta che andavo a Gerenzano ma con Michelina è stata una passeggiata, mi ha condotto a manina fino sotto casa della sorella e poi fino sotto casa dei genitori. Due giorni dopo ho programmato il ritorno per casa, con tappa all'Ikea di Corsico e sosta all'altezza di Verona. Una pacchia!

Michelina al lavoro!

Dopo neanche una settimana di utilizzo devo dire che si è comportata decisamente bene, sopratutto quelle due volte che ho sbagliato a imboccare la strada.

Poi fornisce una quantità indescrivibile di informazioni: posizioni dei parcheggi, delle pompe di benzina, ristoranti, hotel, bancomat, ospedali, farmacie, ecc. ecc. C'è veramente di tutto. L'unica cosa che manca sono le poste ma forse non ho guardato bene. :P

Perché ho scelto questo navigatore piuttosto degli altri? Perché leggendo in internet ci sono tanti che parlano bene e male di Tom Tom e di Garmin, ma non ho trovato nessuno che parli male dei Via Michelin, solo bene! Poi quando ho visto le caratteristiche mi sono detto che doveva essere mio! :-D

Avverte anche quando si superano i limiti di velocità. Ogni tanto è veramente snervante ma, per fortuna, è una feature che si può disattivare.

Michelina è fornita di una sim (intercambiabile) da 1gb che è occupata per meno di un terzo. Quindi acquistando altre mappe si possono mettere un altro paio di stati. Con 2gb si può tenere quasi tutta la cartografia europea.

Ho anche aggiornato un po' di informazioni e la posizione dei radar fissi in autostrada (utilizzando il software a corredo).

Le uniche noto dolenti sono, purtroppo il software a corredo, che ho fatto girare sotto una macchina virtuale Windows XP e il sistema operativo del navigatore: Windows CE. Il primo giorno si era già piantato; ho pensato: cominciamo bene! Per fortuna non è più successo. Purtroppo mi sono dimenticato di fotografare l'evento.

Buoni viaggio a tutti!

CDF

p.s. no, la Via Michelin non mi ha pagato per scrivere bene del navigatore :P

Also Motorrad. Montag und Dienstag habe ich auch noch frei, einer ernsthaften Tour steht also nichts im Wege. Es soll nach Wien gehen, eben bemühte ich den Routenplaner von google. Wohl die beste Applikation ihres Faches, dagegen bieten Via Michelin oder Falk einfach nur Schrott.

Betrachtet man die Tour über Autobahnen, ist der Weg ganz schön lang, mehr als 1100 Kilometer. Hamburg, Hannover, Harz, Kassel... in Würzburg scharf links, dann 600 Kilometer geradeaus bis Wien. Gähn... Bringt wenig Spaß, viel Reifenverschleiß, und keinerlei Abwechslung. Also schnell auf "Autobahnen vermeiden" geklickt. Siehe da, plötzlich führt der Weg über das Erzgebirge nach Tschechien und über Prag nach Wien. Klingt doch gleich wesentlich aufregender.

Freitag Abend bin ich noch mit einem Kumpel bei einem Weinseminar, schlafe mir dann meinen Rausch aus und mache mich am Samstag auf den Weg. Keine Ahnung, wie lange ich für den Trip benötige, eigentlich ist es mir auch egal. Hauptsächlich geht es mir um die Hauptrolle im eigenen Roadmovie.

Landschaften, Dörfer, Städte - sie ziehen alle vorbei und ergeben durch ihre Abwechslung einen Filmepos mit den spannendsten Sequenzen, wie es kein Kino vermag.

Die dicke BMW R1200GS ist bereits getankt und lauert vor der Tür. Morgen noch heftigst im Büro antreten, schöne Übergabeliste schreiben und ab die Post! Wird bestimmt ein trauhafter Trip. Man wird hier lesen.

Warst Du schon mal mit dem Motorrad in Wien? Wenn ja, wie war es?