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Die Altmühl. 120,3 km in 3 Tagen.

Und dann war es plötzlich so weit: Es galt, die Altmühltour in 3 Tagen zu absolvieren. Das kann man schon machen, wenn man 2x zuvor diesen wunderbaren Fluss mit seinem attraktiven Tal langsam erkundet hat. Unser Plan war Gunzenhausen-Zimmern-Walting-Köttingworth plus vorab gebuchte feste Unterkünfte und er wurde auch ordnungsgemäß vollzogen.

“War das eigentlich meine Idee?”, war ich besorgt vor Beginn. “Ja,” nickte mein Mitherausgeforderter, “das alles wird deine Schuld sein.”

Großartige Schuld, soviel kann schon hier verraten werden.

Aber zunächst mal die Probleme:

Der Wasserpegel war zu tief und wir schrammten recht häufig an harten Sachen entlang – kein Problem für Glasfaser-Kanadier, ein Problem für vorsichtige Kunststoff-Bootshaut-Besitzer. Es ist zum Glück nix Schlimmes passiert, aber man stiert die ganze Zeit total gebannt aufs Wasser und lauscht dem Bootshaut-Geschleife ganz genau. Einige Male mussten wir einfach aussteigen und zu Fuß weiter gehen –  war total gut, weil man sich damit gut verdiente Erfrischung verpasst, wegen Hitze und wegen allgemein überforderter Sitzkörperflächen. Sah auch entsprechend witzig aus.

Man kümmert sich nicht genug um Bäume, die ins Wasser gefallen sind und über die ganze Flussbreite hinweg einfach faul rum liegen. Ein Hartboot kann sehr wohl über die Äste gleiten, bei einem Ally muss man schon diskutieren, probieren und bangen.

Ich muss uns UNBEDINGT BAROCKE Sitzpolster nähen.

Das Wunderbare an der Tour:

Die ganze Landschaft ist so zauberhaft wie eh und je. Man trifft interessante Menschen, manchmal liefert man sich spontane Geschwindigkeitswettkämpfe, die man IMMER gewinnt. Frau schläft wie erschlagen. Frau entdeckt Gin, den Mann spontan gekauft hat.
Die Menschen in dieser Region sind vom Schlage BITTE, UNBEDINGT MEHR DAVON und an sich unvergesslich.

Ach und der Geschmack von selbst gebackenen Cookies und alkoholfreiem Bier bei ca. Kilometer 30.

Und natürlich der Wellnesshotel-Aufenthalt im Markt Titting danach 😀







So I haven’t told you what I’ve been up to for months?

Actually, I have, but I went to Instagram for that. Sorry.

It’s just that I am busier than the police allows 🙂 and need my words to earn some money and pass exams.

For the record: I am now officially old. In December, I invited my husband to a trip to Paris – to see a few museums. Jep.  And it’s not just that: I cannot help but recommend the City of Science and Industry, Gallery of Evolution, Gallery of Mineralogy and Geology and Gallery of Paleontology (MNHN) wholeheartedly. In fact, I sincerely hope to see them again soon. Fans Of All the Light We Cannot See will understand 🙂

Here is why we were so happy there, in a nutshell:





You know what the problem is

when you drop your mobile so it shatters?

Not caring about the new one that is on the way…because you can do without.

Sleepless In Denmark

“Remember having asked me about possible reasons for not doing this anymore?” he says suddenly, unexpectedly. “This would be one. But we can avoid that in the future.”

He is right, of course: while we have started our paddling tour in Denmark before the school holidays begin, we should still have expected larger campsites to attract youngsters of a certain kind at any time. Certain kind means being able to tow unbelievable quantities of beer crates to the campsite and at the same time unable to get very far by paddling on the river, which is where the cars come in, at some later point.

And did I mention the Soccer World Cup was to start soon?

Anyway, we did not get much sleep in our tent that night, but I chose not to grow the huge bags under my eyes without a fight. I shared my personal opinion about the partying youngsters with my restless husband and didn’t spare him any details: I was quite sure the Danes understood enough German to know what my problem was. They did. And were soon making fun of my “Scheiße!”. Which was when the i-word was used. But before things got any worse, the idiots stopped singing, yelling and talking and went to sleep, leaving us to try to do the same.

At that point, we had done quite some paddling and really needed some rest, and I would have preferred to end the day by going through the lovely pictures of the magnificent Gudenå in my head, but river fans cannot be choosers, so.

Our tour had started in Skanderborg, a day later than planned because the wind was trying so hard to blow away the gravity of the water, as it often does. What else to do but to go shopping instead: Aarhus offered its facilities and we said thank you, though we almost ended up buying nothing. That is: I bought 2 outdoor jackets for next to nothing and left them in the car for the rest of the paddling tour, because I wasn’t concentrating properly.

The next day we could finally cross the peaceful lake Mossø – it had apparently lost all the will to try to kill us that was on such a magnificent display the day before. I felt victorious, for no reason at all, and we entered the Gudenå system.

In this system of lakes, connected by the river Gudenå we spent another five days, which were even better than we had expected them to be, though our last long ride was full of rain, cold clouds, damp cows on moisty pastures and – singing, yelling and talking Danish youngsters at our destination. They had moved to our last campsite by cars and joined another group or two. That evening, Denmark won the soccer match against Peru. And we slept like two logs.

“We shall return,” he says a few days after the tour. “We will pack some ear plugs and avoid the high season and campsites in bigger places, but we will return. The river is magnificent.”

It is.


Ojej … smo res že zadnjega v avgustu? Kdo mi je ukradel večji del leta – roke gor!

Avgust je bil malo zmešan: vsake toliko sem se spomnila veslanja po Mozeli in se prepustila valovanju spominov na krasno poletje, kakor hitro pa sem prenehala biti semtertjametalna, sem brala knjige, ma kaj brala, žvečila in goltala, pri meni nedvoumen znak, da prihaja jesen.

Govorim seveda o svojem prostem času.

No, v prostem času sem tudi kopala jarek okrog bajte in s tem šokirala vaško javnost. Seveda sem že predtem nase pritegnila pozornost z namigi o enakopravnosti moških in žensk, a sem stvari nafocnila piko na i, ko je bilo treba ob skupni fasadi, potrebni obnove, skopati jarek. Prvi sosed skopal tretjino, drugi sosed skopal tretjino, potem pa je tretja soseda (jaz) začela obdelovati še zadnjo tretjino. Mož? V službi! Naslednji dan je seveda pomagal, da ga ne skurijo na barikadi (predvsem pa, ker je to res hotel in je imel časa, moj pač ni len), ma vse skupaj sem zaključila kar sama in postala mičken slavna. Zelo kratek čas, sicer.

Če sem čisto iskrena, mi je prijalo. Ker preveč časa preživim v pisarni, neskončno uživam v telesnih naporih.

Ful bi šla še enkrat v šolo na 1. septembra.

“Moj sanjski poklic je študentka!” sem zadnjič razložila možu svoje sanje za obdobje, ko bom bila zadela na lotu. Pravo sem sicer malce zanemarila (ne bom delala izpita iz ustavnega prava), ma načrtujem vsaj še 3 module, preden dokončno neham. Potem pa … uvod v informatiko. Moram zadevo enkrat pošnofati, ni važno, da sem preneumna zanjo, saj ne bo nihče izvedel.

Ne bo nihče vedel … še dobro, da cenim svojo zasebnost in stvari največkrat najraje zamolčim. Če bi res potrebovala folk za pogovore o sebi, lajfu in vesolju, bi kot dojčefurka zmrznila. Toliko nejevere zaradi mojega načina izražanja in razmišljanja, da bi jo lahko prodajala in obogatela. In kar je še najhuje: med pogovorom sogovornikom gledam v oči!

Res bi se morala kdaj razmisliti nad sabo, pa nimam časa. Knjige.

Ten. Years. This Blog. Old Is.

It so happens that I sent out my very first web log entry on 4 May 2006 in a Slovenian newspaper.

My blog and everything that came and goes with it has changed my life in a significant manner I could dwell upon in many words today.

But I won’t.

If I did, I’d have to tell you how much I miss the Olden Days when the bloggers’ scene was very much alive and most of the comments I got sent happy shivers down my spine, because I did crave good company in those days. I still do, in my virtual and in my real life, but what can you do. If life serves you lemons, you better keep quiet about it, right?

Anyway … I am still delighted to be a blogger and I intend to post on my blog in the years to come, too.

Because I need a record of my life and because I am happy whenever one or two sisters in arms drop by and say hello.

So I ain’t going nowhere.



So I found this German site where I can check how healthy my cosmetic products (& food and many more) are …

Now I can’t stop checking everything and throwing away creams containing parabens and stuff. Not that many of my favourite products are considered dangerous: since having become a product snob, I tend to buy organic cosmetics. Since my daily routine comprises toothpaste, 2 antiwrinkle creams and a deo (plus a shampoo, a conditioner and a shower gel a few times a week, obv), I can afford my snobbery more easily …

Mumbo Number 9: Blogiversary

So I posted my first blog post on May 4th 2006 … Way to go.

This is just to let you know that I intend to keep on blogging, as much as I can. I’ve grown used to my blog and I like the idea of putting down important things in my life, also, it’s for free. So what’s there not to like?

Thank you for being here and you are welcome any time. 🙂

And This Is My Biggest Fan

 This Is My Biggest Fan

Rad Hair Day


… nice!