Yesterday I rode my motorcycle up north to the town I grew up in to visit my parents.
It rained for the first half hour, but what really ticked me off was a promotional event the Nazi party NPD staged right in front of the asylum seeker’s hostel on the outskirts of town. Absorbing police forces, getting pretty little attention apart from a one finger salute, driving by. Damn fools!
The rest of the ride the weather was cloudy with occasional showers that didn’t warrant putting the rainclothes back on. The route crossed the former inner German border back and forth many times. It was interesting to see what remains of these borderlands. They are still in the middle of nowhere. Roads have been mended or newly laid down and small-scale industry established mostly on the east side, but enough remains of the old structures to give a peculiar contrast. The parts adjacent to the west remain a “Zonenrandgebiet”, almost no industry, affluent little settlements, garden gnome country.
Some of the tree- lined, straight to the horizon roads made for very good riding, leading me up to the bridge at Dömitz, another historical landmark where the Russian and the U.S. army met and the end of the war for a famous handshake.
Having thus crossed the Elbe river, there remained an evening’s ride through lonley parts of Mecklenburg-Vorpommern, through a toll tunnel under the Trave river near Lübeck and up the coast of Schleswig Holstein to my hometown. All in all enjoyable and not as exhausting as I thought it would be. I credit the comfortable Touring seat and the choice of route that avoided big towns for that.