Hit the road Jake: When the autumn leaves fall
Every morning and every evening, fog rises from the field, It's cool, even cold, you might say, I'm shivering down by the river, She can do it, chase away the ghosts, sends rays of sunshine...
Hit the road Jake: There and back
Dear readers, I have to apologize deeply! A full four months have passed since I last wrote a blog. Over a quarter of a year, almost a small eternity, one might think. Four full moons without spect...
Hit the road Jake: A Midsummer Night's Dream
I feel like I've stumbled a bit into summer this year. Stumbled in, so to speak, without knowing exactly where the journey was going and at the same time a little surprised by everything. Yes, ...
Hit the road Jake: Sign of the times
16 days of adventure were experienced before the Opel was loaded one last time with a mountain of wet and smelly equipment and soon transported us towards home along country roads, cycle paths and ...
Hit the road Jake: A quick review
Once again, a few weeks have passed since I posted a blog. So let’s jump back a few weeks today. We are in the first week of April and are enjoying the arrival of spring. It is afternoon when I dri...
Hit the road Jake: Long way out
Clutched with an icy fistThe horizon sealedNo breeze that will carry to meThe birds' lonely song It's the end of March, I'm sitting in the warm living room with a coffee and looking los...
Hit the road Jake: New city, new luck (2)
A look into the landing net, your knees shake, then a scream of joy across the river. Secretly I was hoping for a fish like that. Of course not a giant for the German quarry lake conditions, but th...
Hit the road Jake: New city, new luck
Wind, waves, a slightly salty taste on the tongue. With every step I sink slightly into the fine sand. The brackish water washes coolly around my bare feet. I can't see the ground, even though ...
Shutdown Fishing: A spontaneous road trip through Germany
Brisk wind shakes me awake early in the morning. The stretched tarp gradually comes loose because the short pegs can hardly find a hold in the fine sediment of the sand bank. Through sleepy eyes, y...
Corona and the adventure “on your doorstep”
Actually the story starts much earlier. At the beginning of March, pre-Corona, in the south of France, with a newly renovated bus and really keen on a tour through Europe. Until the morning of Marc...