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Before breakfast today – at Decin, I walked to a small grassy, isolated square and sat on an ancient, low sandstone wall, to practice the Recorder. It was about 6.30 am, I was all alone… Not for long! After a few minutes a rather unkempt woman appeared, rather Dickensian in appearance, and sat beside me.
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Other than a coat of arms on a pole beside the path, I pedaled blissfully ignorant, as always, across an an international border. The town of Decin is more obviously the poor cousin of the German villages. The Czech Republic is apparently in the EU but I guess like the UK, still uses its own
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The difference between my first day on the Camino last year and today, is stark. In Spain I felt like I had been run over by a steam roller, in Germany, tickled by a feather. The local tourist office booked me into a Pensione – the Villa Anna. The more astute reader will recall that
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Despite my best intentions to travel light – as I have in the past with one pair of excellent quality walking shoes, for this trip I was forced to buy a second cheap pair. I have SPD shoes and the cleats are recessed. It has not worked! Walking along the cobbled streets, I clang loudly,
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Day one of the trip, having warmed up with 50 km into Dresden and back yesterday. The devastation from the floods in June just 3 months ago is ubiquitous. 90 % of all shops at ground level in Pirna are gutted and being dried out prior to a complete refurbishment! It seems to me that
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Dresden One can read all about Dresden so I won’t boringly repeat it. I will say it is one of the most delightful, serene relaxed cities I have visited. My impressions are that it is at least in the city centre almost car free! Pedestrians and bare-headed cyclists of all ages meander and wobble along
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You could have knocked me over with a feather! Most of my friends know of my love of classical music and opera. I had booked by internet, a tour of the Dresden State Opera during my stay- the opera summer season having just finished, otherwise I would have attended. But imagine my surprise when serendipity
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A year to the day, the 24th August 2012, I was in Spain, riding the Camino , and had reached the town of Sarria, more of a dirty modern city really. It was the only disappointing destination of the Camino. My accommodation, allegedly 3 star, the Hotel Alfonso IX was at once forgettable yet memorable
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Its a year almost to the day that I flew out for Europe and 3 months Long Service Leave. Bitter sweet memories and now I am, in 4 weeks, about to travel again. ON 24th August I will fly to Frankfurt, high speed train to Dresden, collect a NEW hybrid bike. On order from a
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