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The last stage takes us on the highway for more than three hundred kilometers towards the east. Three hundred kilometers through the Paris Basin, three hundred kilometers of...

The final week of travel is inevitably approaching. The temperatures have returned to moderate highs, so we decide to blaze new trails and explore previously uncharted...

With summer temperatures around forty degrees, we can only recommend the Breton coast.Plenty of sea, plenty of beach, and always a refreshing breeze. While shady spots are scarce...

Following the report about our adventure with the local gendarmerie, we received information from attentive readers that refugee smuggler gangs from Germany are being supplied...

In the meantime, we have reached the flight path to Étretat; the density of camper vans is increasing, as is the number of closed access roads.

On the way to the Atlantic, we stop in Montreuil-sur-Mer. At the RV parking area, we can replenish our water supplies for two euros and stretch our legs with a walk through the...

We did it! For almost an entire day, we maneuvered our way through Dutch and Belgian highways. With lots of stops and little go, going from one traffic jam to the next...

It's half past five in the morning in Alsace. Water splashes on the Mistral roof, thick droplets drum and bang on our mobile abode, waking me from sweet dreams of streets where...

Fat raindrops are mercilessly hammering on the Mistral roof this morning. I pull the pillow over my ears. I want to turn over again and just snooze away the annoying weather, but...

Sunday at the flea market presents a hot, dripping, ketchup-bathed merguez from the grill. Today as well, a local club has set up a stall under a rustic wooden hut. The line isn’t...

It's half past five in the morning in Alsace. An unbelievable racket tears me mercilessly from the sweetest dreams of streets where wine and honey flow. I rub my sticky eyes. The...

Time has once again flown by far too quickly, and the journey home is still long. Finally, I don't want to hide from you the fact that I have a problem with the unscrupulous,...

Our last week of travel has begun and we are wandering somewhat aimlessly through the beautiful Beaujolais. The warm late summer sun makes the golden villages shine, which are...

We are traveling through France for I don't know how many times, and yet the country continually surprises us with new wonders.

Evil tongues claim that our travel plans are solely based on ongoing flea markets. Well, a grain of truth can be found by every blind chicken, but today we decide to trace the...

The hero is sick. An evil, brazen, shameless virus has sneaked in as a stowaway and uninvited guest, treacherously incapacitating the hero's immune system.

Broad-winged Spotless Bear

We are strolling through Franche-Comté at a pace of about 50 kilometers per day. Today, our guide Zufall leads us to the small town of Selles by the Canal des Vosges.

Rain is drumming loudly on the caravan roof, waking me from dreams of streets where Crémeux and Riesling flow. This is the motto for our travel year 2025.

We slide along roads where neither milk nor honey flow, nor do Slivovitz or Pilsner. It's not even a proper road. We are currently on a muddy dirt path that the last heavy...

Source of the Oder

Raindrops drum on the roof and wake me from sweet dreams of streets where milk and Pilsner flow. We are standing at the Czech border.

Thursday afternoon on the Côte d'Opale west of Calais. We look contentedly at the sunlit sea. Côte d'Opale Côte d'Opale! It promises turquoise waters, azure seas, and...

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Castle Vischering

I have a plan. Namely, to escape before the Christmas holidays this year. It doesn't even have to be far, a few kilometers into the heath would be enough....

Recently, chance led us to Linum. As we drive through the Brandenburg village in Rhinluch north of Berlin, we are amazed by the many parking spots and even more no-parking signs...

Our last week of travel is inevitably upon us, as the favorable weather seems to be expanding in other places. On Saturday morning, to everyone's dismay, Zappa's favorite weekly...

We are still thoroughly recovering in the wonderful landscape of the Alpilles. With every step, the air is filled with the scents of wild herbs, rosemary, and thyme, and...

Today I want to go to Saint-Remy-de-Provence, today I want a cultural program! For days we've been lounging in the Alpilles, visiting small weekly markets, enjoying the blue sky...