If you’re wondering how the writer came up with this title again, it’s relatively easy.
We were on the road for almost 8 hours today, with a total of less than 1 hour break and Uli and I, on average 67 years old, think that it shouldn’t just lead over field, forest and meadow paths, as the traveling Dutchman suggested but also over pass roads, up and down the hill, then you don’t have to be ashamed if you notice your back and buttocks towards the end.
But I’ll start at the beginning, so for me actually more with day 00, which is appropriate, since the journey from Oer-Erkenschwick to Niederkassel turned out to be a tough, molasse-like undertaking. Temporarily erasing the sentence “Anyone who lives in the Ruhrpott area loves it everywhere” from memory, I actually started from Oer-Erkenschwick via federal roads towards the “Bergisches Land” and was able to discover “tourist gems” such as Recklinghausen, Castrop-Rauxel and last but not least Bochum and Witten “walking through” congested lanes, motorcycle technically.
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