Anonymous said: what's the difference in german bread?
OMG. I’m about to go to bed. How do you expect me to answer this question, this essential, important question in just so many words?
Firstly, German bread is ACTUAL FUCKING BREAD. Like… it has a CRUST, it’s made with NATURAL SOUR DOUGH. WHEN YOU TAKE A BITE OF FRESH-BAKED GERMAN BREAD IT TASTES LIKE SUNSHINE AND BASICALLY SOLID BEER JUST WITHOUT THE ALCOHOL, AND ACTUAL GRAINS. IT IS THEREFORE IT EXSITS! Whereas English and American bread (and bread from many other countries - I’m looking at you, Sweden) doesn’t even deserve the NAME bread. It’s toast. It can only be endured when toasted. And even then it’s basically just a few carbon molecules around loads of air.
GERMAN BREAD IS LIFE! IT’S ART! IT’S FOOD OF THE GODS!
You do not understand how much I love our bread. And you will never understand it unless you’ve eaten a still slightly warm slice of a rye-rich, soft but dense, juicy, crispy “Krustenbrot”. JESUS ON A BRÖTCHEN!
I miss good bread. American bread is the absolute worst.
Cycling Across The Netherlands
I left the Netherlands about a week ago, but I am finally taking a break in Hannover, Germany to try and process what I have experienced thus far.
These are my favorite photos from my week in The Netherlands from:
Rotterdam-> Delft-> Den Haag-> Gouda-> Utrecht -> Arnhem -> Groenlo and everything in between!
It was so wonderful cycling across The Netherlands. I was lucky with wonderful weather. The countryside is covered in bike paths crossing canals and bright green fields.
I mostly followed the bike signs from city to city and a little bit of the LF4 Cross Country Route. Overall I appreciate these routes and the great signage, but it is so annoying when these routes send me in circles. I guess they want people to take the most “scenic” paths, but to me, everything is “scenic,” so I can live without going backwards, forwards and where-ever. I am slow enough with my heavy loaded bicycle.
There were a few nights when I would be looking for a place to “wild camp” and legal campsites would appear, so that was nice. I did camp in a few odd places on other nights though: deep in the woods and once in some dense trees by a freeway. Every night was an…adventure.
Everyone I met was so nice and helpful but it does get really old to hear: “wow, what you are doing is not safe, especially for a woman. I would never let my children do that. Be careful.” I appreciate the concern, but sometimes these comments get to my head, especially when I am alone at night.
I know I am safe. Most people are in the world are good people. I have a higher chance of dying in a car accident back home than I do with cycling and camping. And I am careful, whatever that means. I am not stupid. I try to make the best choices, but of course, I don’t know everything, especially when I am traveling through foreign countries. So I make mistakes, but it is okay.
Bicycle touring is mentally exhausting more than anything else, but I will write more about that later, for now here are some Dutch highlights!