Les Invalides arrived to Turin

Napoleon Crossing the Alps - Charlottenburg Version

You will have to excuse us. The last week was kind of over-demand­ing. We cycled day and night, we ate quite the min­im­um, we slept in the floor, in the most mar­vel­lous grass that rendered every oth­er grass un-tent-able, we crossed the Alps, we broke per­son­al speed records, we got a Crash Course Italian Culture, […]

Smuggling into Absinthe-land

Sunset in Tramelan, smuggling into absinthe-land

And in just one inno­cent, harm­less, typ­ic­al day, we just broke our high peak record: that of the Brocken, at 1142m, was sur­passed by a wild and secluded moun­tain pass, that of the con­tra­band­ists, up to 1246m; we could have prob­ably been a metre high­er, but the quick­­sand-mud bur­ied our wheels for long. But no […]

Notes from behind the counter

Pontarlier, by Leon Friederichs

Le pon­tissa­li­en” is the loc­al hip­ster café: sterile atmo­sphere, fur­niture in a pois­on­ous green, one pop­u­lar offer con­sist­ing of luke­warm water with a sep­ar­ately served teabag. Featured on far­from­ready today: its bar­keep­er. 2nd of August, 14:00 Three men on three bikes are walk­ing to and fro in front of the café. Finally one comes in and […]

Missive from the midway

Dijon meal time: tuna, sausages and bread

Fancy lunch – tuna and wien­er saus­ages on, for lack of baguette, crumbly bis­cuits – in the vast empti­ness between Châtillon and Dijon. Appropriately, the closest vil­lage is named “Salives”. Nothing says “bike trip” like absurd last meals before insur­mount­able climbs of (cen­sored, so as not to fright­en my com­pan­ions) metres. Imagine, a land­slide would […]