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Die Jagd (The Hunt)

Welcome to part 2 of the Berlin to Copenhagen cycling tour. I suggest you review Part 1 at Somewhere in East Germany. *** He was hiding in the deep forest behind the gasthaus in Neustrelitz, watching the man sitting on… Continue Reading →

The Way

I was sitting outside a café in Castrojeriz; in the middle of northern, back-country Spain, having a beer and writing in my journal, surrounded by a German woman on my right and an Aussie woman on my left. I remember… Continue Reading →

The Monolith

I woke up, Saturday morning, with a strange tingling feeling. At first I thought it was my new Fitbit vibrating or maybe some mystical after-effect from my morning Yoga with Adriene sessions. But that wasn’t it. I realized that it… Continue Reading →

The Midnight Train

People were running past us, bumping, pushing; a chaotic spectacle. There was an announcement over the PA system, but it was in German. We had already carried the heavy panniers up the long, steep stairway to the rail platform in… Continue Reading →

The Escape

What was that bang? Oh, just one of those old Americana autos backfiring. I must have fallen asleep. And now I’m getting sick from the stink of stale rum and cigar breath blowing on my face. It’s getting dark. I… Continue Reading →

The Pandemcut

“My helmet feels so tight. It must be my hair. What? It’s been over four months since I’ve had a cut. I think I’m getting a headache from the pressure.” These were the thoughts spinning through my mind as I… Continue Reading →

The Fool on Foula

“Len, you can’t go in there with the sheep. It’s all fenced in and the gate is locked.” “Ah, that fence is over a hundred years old, and the gate is just latched, not locked, and look at those sheep…. Continue Reading →

Musical Chairs

You see, there was this birthday party. A very large party with over 30 boys and girls. During the party, they played a game of musical chairs. Very simple rules, but I’ll go over them quickly here just to refresh… Continue Reading →

Eerie on the Canadian Riviera

He was looking right into my eyes. Or rather looking right through me, like I was transparent or in a different dimension. A young man, sitting on a bench in front of the old driftwood sided general store. Blue eyes…. Continue Reading →

The Bird Whisperer

A couple of years ago, robins nested in our backyard tree resulting in a few chicks. One day, the chicks flew away. All except one. He fell and couldn’t fly. The next morning, looking out the window to our patio,… Continue Reading →

Somewhere in East Germany

The shack was hidden in the deep, dark northern German forest. The full moon cast shadows of the tall, thin spruce trees, standing like Prussian sentries. Inside the shack was as dark as an asylum lock closet, except for the… Continue Reading →

Storm on a Tall Ship

It’s early Thursday morning, actually not that early, about 7 AM, on the tall clipper ship, the Star Flyer. I’m sitting in the lounge having a coffee and writing in my journal. All is quiet and the ship is running… Continue Reading →

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