Birches, man. Loaded up on histamines, still sneezing.

Travel does not have to involve lots of money. I live 9 km from the French border and 25 km from the Swiss border. Travelling there costs me the price of a train ticket.

I take my biometric passport with me, of course.

In Germany they eliminate anyone with less than 4% and it was disastrous for Brandenburg. It basically meant that the right wing parties had no opposition.

Not a lot, my pockets are tiny. Currently I have one tissue.

My handbag/rucksack, however:

A wallet
A carabiner
Paracetamol
Travel sickness chewing gum
A fold up shopping bag with cats and dogs on it
Loops ear plugs
Documents the hospital gave me
Sunglasses
Glasses cleaning cloth
Tiny snacks
Hand sanitizer
Ear buds
A bottle of water
A bag of googly eyes 👀
My passport

Cat: absolutely. Dog: no, dogs stink and roll in poo and other smelly things.

I miss my kitty sleeping on my head.

Nope. I’ve never been into junk food and alcohol anyway.

I’m cycling in the south, in the hilly bit, but along a river.

I, too, come from a hilly landscape (the Black Forest). I live there anyway, I’m from a flat country. I love flat landscapes and big skies.

Today’s Fascinating Horror “case” was pretty funny.

And the police in Bayern said they would be giving people money for driving less than 30 kph.

Not funny.

I’m doing a cycle tour in Poland this year. I picked it because it was cheaper than any cycle tour anywhere else in Europe, even with half board.

Getting there may be expensive, but staying there isn’t.

Südbaden is catering to the Swiss now, the prices are almost as bad as the ones in Switzerland. Meanwhile, the Germans who live there have to pay Swiss prices on German wages.

I watched Project Hail Mary with German subtitles the other day and sometimes the subtitles were funnier than the English. Kudos to the translator who wrote those.

My life improved markedly after I left high school. For a while, anyway, I loved university.

Noooo thanks. Although plenty of Brits do. The other stuff, not so much.

I live so close to the French-German regiment I wouldn’t even get that far.

I’d know. It would be the chemical plant along the Rhine.

It’s the kiddie coach. I should borrow a toddler and take a trip to Milan to check it out inside.

How is my wife looking after me for the past 6 years because I can barely do anything myself anymore (thanks to Covid) “transactional”? She’s the one who earns the money, by the way.

I, too, took a picture of a train.