The garden near Ghent was on a horse farm. More horses! However these horses were mares undergoing artificial insemination. Once confirmed to be pregnant, the mares go to the farms of the future owners of the foals. After the foals are delivered and thriving, the mares return home to repeat the cycle. Never seen that before.

We settled in and the next day we unpacked the bikes and set off for the 40 minute ride into Ghent. We chose the sightly longer route which took us along the river. The downtown was heaving!

Ghent is a port city in northwest Belgium, at the confluence of the Leie and Scheldt rivers. During the Middle Ages it was a prominent city-state. Today it’s a university town and is known for medieval architecture.

We knew that Ghent was having its annual festival but we could not believe the number of tourists in town.  We at once felt the need for sustenance when faced with a mass of stages, tents. sound systems and live music in some of them, so we stopped for coffee and a cream and strawberry waffle (the wafting cooking smells were irresistible).  Yes, it was the very end of strawberry season but these were some of the best strawberries we have ever eaten!

Thus fortified, we parked the bicycles and set out to explore  a little.  The narrow, medieval streets led us to the river and a boat cruise on the river, the best way to see the sights given the hordes of tourists. 

We passed under the St. Michael’s Bridge, which is famous for the statue of St. Michael and the Dragon. 

We also saw the twelfth century Gravensteen Castle. 

Lunch was at a Nepali restaurant on a side street with charming waiters and, most important of all, available tables.  We enjoyed dosas, momos, and a platter with a variety of dishes which we shared.  Doesn’t everyone go to a Nepali restaurant in Belgium?

If you have been following, you will remember the picture of Mons Meg, an enormous (25 inch) bombard (cannon/mortar) at Edinburgh Castle. (https://diplostrat.net/2023/06/23/into-scotland/) Her sister, Mad Meg, is in Ghent, at bit closer to home. The third bombard has been lost. And, if you were wondering, the IJN battleship Yamato had 18 inch guns; the USS Missouri, 16 inch. Amateurs! The stone cannon ball weighs over 375 pounds.

We then decided that we had had enough of the madding crowds and retrieved our bicycles and headed for the camper.

We remained an extra day as the weather was decent and Fred wanted to finish the painting of the roof rack, which he had begun in Denmark.  Our host loaned us a ladder and the painting was successfully completed. We even had two dogs to supervise.

It is easy to find fried potatoes in Belgium. You can even get them with mayonnaise. (Don’t know why you would want them that way, but that is another discussion.) And don’t call them French Fries – it tends to annoy Belgian folks! Places to camp for the night, on the other hand, were a bit rare. We were coming up on a weekend and the Belgian national day and the options were few.

So we abandoned our faithful Park4Night and turned to iOverlander (https://ioverlander.com ) And thus we ended up on a pig farm an hour or so north of the Waterloo battlefield.  The hosts were charming, super helpful, and we enjoyed chatting to them. (They even had geese.)

The Battle of Waterloo was “the nearest-run thing you ever saw in your life”, according to the Duke of Wellington, and he ought to know, he was there. (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Waterloo) We have never been great Napoleonic Wars students, but they set the stage for much of modern Europe. So we had to visit the site.

The best formula appeared to be to drive to the battlefield, visit, and then continue on to another iOverlander site near Ghent. After some GPS futzing around, we found a large, legal lot. We took the path to the new underground Visitors Center so as to learn some of the history of the battle.  It was very well done and very informative.  (https://www.waterlooassociation.org.uk/resources/visitor-guide-to-waterloo/) After lunch in the restaurant, we went to work off the calories by climbing the 265 steps to the Butte de Lion, the artificial hill in the middle of the former British lines.

The view from the top was quite spectacular.  It made the step climbing worthwhile! 

We also visited the huge diorama. These were a big thing at one time; there is a similar diorama at Gettysburg.

Then on to Ghent, to another I-Overlander site, this time the garden of a fellow overlander, who had just completed a multi year trip to Saudi Arabia in a Mercedes even older than ours. But before we left we had to give a tour to two highway patrol officers who stopped when they saw me climbing into the camper, not using the steps! They loved the tour and could not understand why the GPS had marked the road to the parking lot as restricted. Sigh. GPS – can’t live without it, but occasionally it gets a bee in its bonnet about something.

Next stop was a Fred stop, the Bridge at Remagen. The bridge was built during the First World War to speed supplies to the Western Front. The war ended before the bridge could make a difference. During the Second World War it was famously captured intact by the US Ninth Armored Division. There is an excellent fictionalized film about the capture, The Bridge at Remagen.  (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Bridge_at_Remagen) Much less reported is the tremendous efforts by the Germans to destroy the bridge after the US captured it – V2 rockets, Arado jet bombers, frogmen, etc. and the successful effort by the US forces to protect it. (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Remagen)

Fred had tried to visit the bridge ruins once before, in the 1980’s while on temporary duty in Bonn. He got off the train in Remagen, but unfortunately ran out of time and did not actually find the ruins because of the need to make a flight from Frankfurt. He did manage a great lunch in Remagen. This time around, we were not rushed; we found a Stellplatz right beside the bridge and settled in. The Stellplatz is on the site of a huge POW camp to hold German soldiers at the end of the war.

Once on our bikes, we went to admire the bridge.  We then cycled along the banks to the restaurants and enjoyed an ice cream as we watched the odd barge going by.

The following day we visited the Bridge museum.

After Remagen, we traveled back into the Netherlands and stayed at a Stellplatz in Maastricht.

No one goes to Kusel except to burn it. First the Croatians in 1635 and finally the French in 1794. But as our son had lived in a second floor apartment there, for four years as an officer in the US Army, we had a sacred pilgrimage to see it again. Denise spent several weeks in Kusel while Trevor was recovering from an injury and was on crutches.

On arrival, we settled into a winery, just outside of town.

The winery was advertising wine tasting and a restaurant. For some reason tasting was not available, but we did have an interesting evening meal. Fred is not going to be looking for pork neck recipes, but the leftovers made good Chinese food.

The next day we biked into Trier. We had visited briefly, years before, and were not sure about another visit. We found that visiting on bikes and being able to wander, rather than visit in a tour bus, made a big difference. 

Trier was known as Augusta Treverorum and had about 80,000 inhabitants in 300 AD. It is considered the oldest city in Germany. Fred rather suspects that this is not quite fair to the ancient Germans. They may not have build in stone, but undoubtedly had several large settlements. Trier has a lot for history hounds: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trier It was very easy to see the Roman foundations of the present city.

We started our visit with the Kaiserthermen or Imperial Baths.  At the start of the 4th century, Trier became an imperial residence. Part of the western Roman Empire, which included Britannia, Gaul, and the Iberian Peninsula, was administered from Trier. Thus construction began on several prestigious imperial buildings, including the baths complex.  Built as baths, work came to a halt when Emperor Constantine shifted towards the east.  The baths were partly torn down and partly completed as a reception and parade hall with  barracks was created, but enough of the structure remains for a most interesting visit.  It is possible to wander the underground passageways with the hypocaust in full view. Great fun!

We then headed to the Amphitheater, after a quick visit with our old friends Ecclesia and Synagoga – they are everywhere, this time on the Liebfrauenkirche. (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ecclesia_and_Synagoga)

All of this is as subtle as a brick through the window, and, in a world where people could not read Scripture for themselves, bred generations of hate and persecution. The roots of anti-semitism go way back, with terrible consequences to this day.

It is believed that the amphitheater was built between 160 and 200 AD, at the same time as the city walls. Oddly, it could also be used as a city gate, as the city wall went across the hill to the left of the photo. All of the seats were removed long ago to reuse the stones. A pity as the site is so well preserved.

It is believed to have held about 20,000 spectators. It is possible to see the cells, below the seating, where the animals, comdemned prisoners, or contestants were kept before entry into the arena.

This is the only Roman amphitheater that we have visited with an intact wooden floor. This is probably because of the Bread and Circus festival that used to be held in Trier. Prowling under the floor of the arena made it especially chilling. Fans of movies like Spartacus and Barabbas will love it. (And keep yer Airplane! jokes to yourselves!)

Denise for the win! The market made it impossible to get a decent picture of the Porta Nigra, but then driving out of town we stopped at a traffic light and Denise scored this with an iPhone! (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Porta_Nigra)

When we last saw our heroes …

They were taking the alternate route, which involved going north, almost to Karlsruhe, before heading south, a much greater distance. After our great dinner in Warnau, we reached a Stellplatz in Bad Krozingen, just to the south, and right on a train route in to the main station in Freiburg.

Why Freiburg? Denise studied there as a student in 1971 and Fred wanted to hear the organs in the Freiburg Minster (there are four) as he has long had a surround sound recording of them. (http://www.windsorlatinmass.org/wtnews/220626.pdf) And, of course, it is a wonderful, historic city.

We noted that there was a regular Tuesday evening concert, so that became our goal.  We set out from the Stellplatz after lunch and walked the 15 minutes through a park to the train station. The train was a bit late, but, a short ride took us to the Freiburg Hauptbahnhof, where we hopped a tram to the old town. Gotta love real public transport.

Our first stop was the Augustiner Museum, which was showing a large display of early Italian religious art and paintings as a special exhibit. Not what we were expecting but we jumped in.

All of the art was beautiful but one piece jumped out – an almost photo realistic carving of the martyrdom of Saint Sebastian. (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saint_Sebastian) Somebody had way too much time on their hands. Look at those snarky faces! And the two fighting dogs. The cross bows are probably anachronistic, but incredibly detailed, even to the winders. And, for the rest of the story, the saint survived being shot with arrows and, after recovering from his wounds, went back to preaching. This time the emperor Diocletian ordered that he be beaten to death. He did not recover a second time.

The Freiburg Minster is famously always under repair and many of the original stained glass windows and statues have been removed to the museum for display. (Local wags insist that if you see a picture of the Minister without scaffolding, it is Photoshop.) Duplicates of the statues and windows are now in the Minster and the originals are safe in the museum.  The museum was air conditioned which also felt delightful on a hot day.

We headed for the Schlossberg (castle rock), a hill overlooking the city, which gives a fine views of the Minster and the two large gates remaining from medieval times; St. Martin’s Tor and the Schwabentor. The more energetic can hike further to Roman ruins and other attractions.

We then visited the Minster and scanned all the statues! We started with the old anti-semitic trope of Ecclesia and Synagoga flanking the entrance. (We had lamented this theme at a previous church.) The former represents Christianity and holds all of the symbols of salvation. The latter represents Judaism and is shown as blind and powerless. Sadly, we have not fully outgrown this stupidity, even in our own country, today. (The lines in the photos are a mesh to protect the statues from pigeons.)

We found out where to buy tickets for the organ concert and returned to the Minster as a Wine Festival was in full swing. 

After enjoying our wine, we moved into the Minster for the concert. The organ(s) date from the 17th century and are magnificent instruments. There are actually four organs in different locations around the church. They can be played from individual consoles at each instrument or from one central one.

We enjoyed the concert, which finished about 10:00 PM.  The crowds in the square had not diminished and the wine festival was still in full swing. As we walked away from the square, looking for the tram line, we saw a taxi waiting.  The driver was willing to take us back to Bad Krozingen! An expensive but welcome way to get home to the camper and a great end to the day.

We could have spent more time in Staufen, a town famously associated with Faust. (https://www.staufen-im-breisgau.de/staufen-en.html)

We had hoped to visit more of the Black Forest but as the main road was blocked to us by a Low Emission Zone, that was not going to work.  So we headed north to a Stellplatz at Bruchsal. Turned out to be very nice and we admired a smart expo truck. Can’t love the color, but we did admire the protective skids on the cab and roof – just what you need to protect against trees, etc. Liked the roomier DOKA (double cab) but, like a lot of Euro campers, there are nowhere near enough windows for hot weather use. And they make us look so small!

We walked to the Schloss Bruschsal, the former palace of the Prince-Bishop.

Prince-Bishops seem a most unchristian abomination, but medieval Europe had a lot of them. The Prince-Bishops certainly knew how to live well – their palaces were huge and obscenely ornate. And we keep finding more of them.

But the real reason for our visit is that the palace now contains a museum of mechanical musical instruments. (https://www.dmm-bruchsal.de) We took a tour (in German!) to discover the different instruments there.  They ranged from tiny music boxes to moving figures, and from organs to player pianos to monster fairground instruments. As a techie aside, these incredible instruments are prime examples of early programming techniques. In most cases you could load any number of different programs to play different songs. Precursors of modern sound systems. They don’t, however, play MP-3’s.

The Sousa band is on a wagon, intended for fairgrounds and markets. All in all, a fascinating study in the congruence of technologies – programming, mechanical timing devices, and musical instruments.

Our next stop was Berchtesgaden, famous as Hitler’s Bavarian playground. Although he and his cronies all had houses in Obersalzberg, Hitler himself had a fear of heights and did not like going up to his “Eagle’s Nest.” After riding up and down the road, we decided that he was not entirely wrong. We found space in a most pleasant Stellplatz, surrounded by high cliffs, and settled in for a visit. A visit to Berchtesgaden actually has three components; Berchtesgaden the town, the smaller town of Obersalzberg above it, and, finally, the Eagle’s Nest on the mountain overlooking everything.

It is an easy bike ride to the town, although the steep road down to the main road was off-putting!

The next day, we set out to visit Obersalzberg and the Eagle’s Nest. Given the distance and the grades on the road, we decided not to attempt the trip by bicycle. The weather was not great but the forecast was not any better for the following day, so, we headed to the bus stop near the campsite to take the bus into the bus station at Berchtesgaden.  There we would change buses to head up the mountain to Obersalzberg, and then take the special bus to the Eagle’s Nest.  It did not work out quite like that! 

In a hint of what was to come, the first bus to Berchtesgaden was full and did not stop. Then, when we got into town, the bus to Obersalzberg, was absolutely full and left without us. The next bus would leave in an hour. This was frustrating to say the least, but there was a convenient taxi rank nearby so we shared a taxi with a young man from Switzerland who was going to hike to Eagles Nest!  Brave, and fit, lad! And so, ten minutes later we were at the bus station in Obersalzberg. We decided to go all the way to the Eagle’s Nest as it did not look likely to rain in the immediate future, so we hopped on that bus. The road is narrow and only one lane, so all of the buses go up and down in convoy. The all electric buses have an advantage on the descent as they have electric motor braking! It was spectacular. The Eagle’s Nest was never anything but a party room/lodge for holding receptions or, if you were in with the in crowd on a sunny day, sun bathing. So once you get there, there is not a lot to do. The primary purpose of the Eagle’s Nest was diplomatic, to impress foreign dignitaries, so it is mostly dramatic reception rooms, now turned into dining and event rooms.

With no sun, we headed into the restaurant, which was of course full.  A very nice couple invited us to join them at their well placed table in front of a window.  We ordered soup and enjoyed it while watching the clouds occasionally break to give a view for a moment or two.  We were able to get a couple of views of the valley, somewhat obscured by clouds but still spectacular.

Back down to Obersalzberg, we spent a couple of hours in the Documentation Center.  It was a somewhat depressing visit as it was clear that the Nazi interest in the area was not beneficial to the original inhabitants. While great numbers were fervent supporters, many were moved out of large areas of the town to make a special, secure village for high Nazi officials. But we learned a lot.  At a time when Americans are whining about “erasing history” by taking down Confederate monuments from the 1920’s, the Germans are making sure that today’s school kids get a good view of the Nazi era, up close and personal. It is sobering – both in how easily people got sucked in, and the tremendous price they paid in the end. For example, letters from a soldier at the front span the range of giddy triumph through to total despair. And a lot never came back.

In 1943 the Nazis panicked about the danger of air raids and started a network of tunnels, several kilometers long,. You can visit a few of them. (The US air force actually made the decision not to bomb the area – by the time they could actually reach this deep into Germany, General Arnold did not want to try to kill Hitler as “he was making so many mistakes.”) The tunnels connected everybody’s houses, the SS barracks, and provided a complete alternate capital from which to continue the Third Reich after the fall of Berlin. Fortunately, they were never quite completed or used. There is a deep dive website here: https://www.thirdreichruins.com/bunkers.htm We saw only a tiny part but it was impressive.

We then took the bus back to Berchtesgaden and connected with our bus back to the camper. Much easier this time.

The next day we biked into Berchtesgaden and went to the Salt Mine to book at tour.  The next tour was in a couple of hours, so after a quick supermarket visit we went for lunch at the restaurant at the Salt Mine.

After lunch we garbed ourselves in coveralls and off we went on a little train with mere centimeters of clearance on every side.  The tour included two slides (great fun!), some walking and finally another train to take us back to the start.  (https://www.salzbergwerk.de/en)

The tour was very informative, explaining how the salt was mined. The mine has been active since 1517 and by the 1800’s they were using water, which is pumped in to dissolve the salt. The brine is then pumped out and taken to plants for drying and packaging.   A great tour and well worth it. An interesting contrast to the sea salt collection at Aigues Mortes or the lake collection at Lac Assal, in Djibouti. (https://pbase.com/diplostrat/image/76376469)

More History and Culture, with a tip of the hat to the Marx Brothers.

We left Wittenberg and headed south to our next stop in Bayreuth.  The Stellplatz had a great location, only about 10 minutes away from the old town by bicycle.  

The town was quite small and had a pleasant pedestrian walking street lined with shops and cafes. 

The highlight of the old town, from our point of view, was the Margräfliches Opernhaus. It was built from 1744 to 1748, by Margravine Wilhelmine, wife of the Margrave Friedrich III.  She was a great music lover and a musician herself.  The exterior building was built of stone, but the actual opera house was built of wood and painted canvas, and set inside the outer structure. (And you thought it would be nice to have your own band room!)

It was intended as a temporary structure, built just like a stage set inside the outer building. It looks like an ornate Italian palace, but it is really just painted wood with trompe d’oeil paintings on broad canvases everywhere. The whole effect is stunning.

The stage area consisted of four zones of different sizes which gave the impression of distance from the front of the stage. By placing actors at different distances on the stage, you could create giants and monsters. Again, none of this is real, even the curtains are simply paintings.

We asked an attendant if there was any music planned for the evening and were told that there was a Wagner Opera Gala that very night.  We had to buy tickets before 1:00 PM when the ticket office closed, so at 12:50 PM we went rushing off to the ticket office! Success! We would be back.

Famous prior inhabitants of Bayreuth were Richard Wagner and Franz Liszt.  We also went to the Wagner Museum, which we found interesting.  (https://www.wagnermuseum.de/en/) Wagner was married to Liszt’s daughter!

The concert, a series of overtures and arias, sung by soloists from all over the world and by a local men’s choir, was excellent.  The orchestra was from Prague.  We suspected the soloists (eight or so) were there to rehearse for the Wagner Festival which was due to take place a couple of weeks hence.

The performance was excellent, with the singers even better than the orchestra. The acoustics were interesting. The wooden hall did not ring like a stone cathedral, and this made for a rather articulate sound – easy to identify individual instruments. Voices projected very well so somebody knew what they were doing.

Note for Foto Phools: Haven’t got a good way to carry the full frame Nikon on the bike, so all of these pictures are from a one inch sensor in the little Sony, mostly at ISO 64k. A LOT of magic software involved here! Amazing how well some of these cleaned up.

Wagner actually hated this hall and built his own theater to better portray his works, a distance away. One of his innovations was to hide the orchestra under the stage so that the audience could not see the musicians and be distracted from the singers on stage.

While the actual festival is held in Wagner’s theatre, we thoroughly enjoyed our concert in the Opera House. 

And the projected thunderstorm held off until we made it back to the camper just after 10 pm, abandoning the crowds watching Germany play in the EU Soccer Tournament on the big screen down town!

We continued our route south and stopped for the night at the Maxlmuhle Wald Restaurant.  (https://maxlmuehle.de) It was a lovely spot beside a river and we enjoyed dinner there. 

We admired the beautiful flowering window boxes, which we then saw all over Bavaria.  In fact, many of the towns, in which we have stopped, have had the most beautiful flower displays along the roads, in roundabouts, in gardens and in the window boxes of the houses.  It is a pleasure to view them.

Boring title, great trip.

We had originally planned to visit Berlin from Potsdam, but the camping/bike routes did not work out. Looking at the train schedules, we discovered that Wittenberg was, in fact, only two stops from Berlin on the fast train. Hmmmm. A new plan was hatched. With the camper in a great, safe, spot, we put together an overnight bag and made reservations for a night at the Marriott in Berlin.

Our actual trip to Berlin began smoothly – the taxi showed up.  The ICE (high speed, intercity) train we had booked only took around 40 minutes to get to the Hauptbahnof in Berlin.  (Just as well; the air conditioning was struggling!) The Hauptbanhof (main train station) was heaving, but we found our way to the underground train, or U-Bahn, and took one to the Brandenberger Gate. Popping back out into glorious sunshine, we could admire the iconic symbol of Berlin.

We never served in Berlin, but, the location of the old US Embassy Chancery right next to the Branderberger Gate has always been a topic of conversation and, happily, it was not given up, even though it lacks a large setback. It was fun to actually see the fabled building, from both sides.

We then walked to our hotel at the Potsdamer Platz.  Our hotel was wonderful and gave us a room at 11:00 AM, so we were able to freshen up before heading out for a light lunch.

We signed up for a Hop On/Hop Off bus tour, including a Canal and Harbor Cruise.  We were actually somewhat disappointed in this; the commentary was rather uninspiring and there were two scheduled ten minute driver breaks during the tour.  As it was over 90F, this made sitting in full sun most unpleasant.  Especially as after the second break, when the driver announced that there was a problem  with the bus and we would have to join the next bus.  When this arrived, it then proceeded to take a second 10 minute break.  At this point, we gave up and took a U-Bahn back to Potsdamer Platz, though we managed to find an ice-cream stop to cool us down!

We had a great dinner back at the hotel. The meal was great and we had fun chatting with an Indonesian waitress and a Romanian waiter.

The second day was a little cloudier and while it was cooler we set off to walk to Checkpoint Charlie.  The original is in a Museum, which we did not visit, but the copy still sitting in the middle of the street, gave us enough vibe. Happily today, it is merely a tourist trap on a through street.

We then took the U-Bahn to visit the DDR Museum, which explains life in Berlin before the Wall came down.  (https://www.ddr-museum.de/en) It was quite sobering. They had recreations of living rooms and listening posts(!!). We passed on the opportunity to drive a video Trabant. Actually, lots of people still have, and cherish Trabants. (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trabant) The parallels between the DDR and Cuba are obvious – we felt right at home!

We came out of the Museum to a rainstorm, which was not even mentioned on the weather forecast!  We were near the boat dock so we headed there swiftly (having left our rain garb at the hotel.)  A boat was setting out for the cruise and had adequate rain protection so we happily got on board.  It was almost a private cruise with only about eight people on board. We thoroughly enjoyed it.

The commentary was much better than the bus. We never think of Berlin as a river city, but, like every major European city, rivers were essential to its founding and development. After the boat tour, we set out in search of lunch.

We ate lunch beside the Marien Kirche, a church dating from the mid 1200’s, sitting outside in the shade as the sun was back out and it was cooler than the inside of the small restaurant.

We then decided to visit the Berlin Wall Memorial.  We had hoped to walk the length of the Memorial but our plans were thwarted by a localized thunderstorm!  We managed to see a section, seeking cover from the rain for a short while.  The exhibits about the effects of the Wall’s construction on families on the east side of Bernauer Street, who found themselves unable to visit their relatives on the other side of the street, were sad. The whole section is several blocks long and there are lots of exhibits. You can really understand the size and complexity of the wall, with anti climb barriers, barbed wire, a free fire kill zone, and towers.

We made a quick stop at the Documentation Center but did not make it any further as we did not want to miss our train.  

After a quick S-Bahn trip back to Potsdamer Platz (Denise for the win), we returned to the hotel, picked up our bag and headed to the Hauptbahnhof only to discover that the ICE train we booked had been cancelled.  And it was hot in the Hauptbahnhof as it turned into another day in the 90’s. Worse, everyone’s ice cream machines were broken! A hour’s wait was NOT appealing!

So we decided to take the Regional train which left at the same time as the ICE would have but took three times as long. (We figured that if we were controlled, no one would care as we actually had the more expensive ICE ticket.) Turned out to be a most pleasant trip. We sat on the upper level and the train was nicely air conditioned so we were happy. The train stopped at the Potsdamer Platz Station. We then realized that had we simply booked on the slower, Regional train, we could have gotten off at the Potsdamer Platz station on arrival, avoided the chaos of the Hauptbahnhof, and gone directly to and from our hotel at the Potsdamer Platz.  While the train would have been slower, the trip would have been faster and much cheaper and easier. Such is life! 

Arriving back in Wittenberg, we even found a taxi at the station, which saved us a long, hot, 45 minute walk back to our campsite outside town. All in all, a great trip.

We decided that our next main stop was to be Lutherstadt Wittenberg, part of the Martin Luther Trail.  En route we made an interim stop at a delightful little town called Malchow, which sits on an island in a series of lakes.  It is a tourist destination and has a very pleasant Stellplatz on a marina. Once settled in, we rode into the town to explore. 

Arriving at the town, we, and everybody else, had to wait for a swing bridge to close.

Since the Middle Ages, Malchow has been connected to the mainland with a causeway, a lift bridge, and, in 1868, a wooden swing bridge. This became steel in 1912 and was destroyed during the war. (Malchow was a Nobel ammunition plant and employed hundreds of slave laborers from nearby camps.) After the war, the bridge was rebuilt and deteriorated several times. The latest bridge was completed in 2013.

We found the bridge in full “swing.” As it was Sunday, there was a line of pleasure and tourist boats needing to pass beneath or through it.  There was live music and lots happening.  Such fun.  We enjoyed a coffee  beside the bridge watching the action!

Heading on to Lutherstadt Wittenberg, we found a very pleasant campground on the other side of the Elbe River, with incredible views of the town. 

We went into town and set out on our quest to learn more about Martin Luther.  Wittenberg is where he lived for a great deal of his life, once he married and had children. 

The downtown is delightful, with water channels running along the main streets! 

We did see the famous door into the church  (a replacement door, but similar) where Luther nailed his 95 theses. This sounds dramatic, but, in fact, it was common practice. This door was the Instagram of its day. It was not the act of nailing the theses to the door that was revolutionary, but rather their content, which split the Western church and led to hundreds of years of bloodshed.

Unfortunately, two of the places we wanted to visit were closed.  The Luther House, where he actually lived, is closed for renovations until next year and the DDR (life in communist east Germany) museum was closed until Wednesday. We were there on a Monday – of course.

The lady who runs the campground insisted that we should visit the Wittenberg 360 display. This turned out to be a huge diorama, in the 19th century style. However, instead of being a painting, it is circular photo composition, three stories tall. You climb a tower in the middle and absorb Wittenberg in the time of Luther. (https://www.wittenberg360.de/en/)

A series of commentaries, available in English, explained what we were looking at. We learned not only about life in the time of Luther, but also major events in his life. Sounds hokey, but it is actually quite impressive.