Hamburg….

 

It is flat, the days are sun, cloud, rain though not cold as up north, often with heard winds. The landscape not such of appealing beauty but the patch of forest and field are some exotic lands; the green fields and beautiful and super clean red bricks houses. There always well tend garden with variety of colorful flowers sad to know they will survive just in the short period of year. 
 
The small forest which looks like our miombo woodlands is quite wild up hire, they are small dominated with fields of grass which I lent recent is hay, potatoes and livestocks. As I pedal from Denmark through north German on may way to the city of Hamburg the links of road which looks like delta in the map tame through village which I think they are towns. These are farm communities everything looks fertile, plantation and livestock. For my quick knowledge I though the land should be so fertile.
 
In the one cloud afternoon sitting by the road eating my cheese sandwich, my main dish now. I was looking into big farm of plantation and livestock of cattle and horses. I was wondering after two John Deer tractor equipped with amazing equipments which for my quick calculation is 10 able man plus enough time. I travel quick back home imagine someone having this may be a milioners  in few year with double population. Driven with curiosity I work towards the house pretend to ask for water since it is so difficult to start the conversation here. I shout hello to the man in the field, he seemed to be stocked with my present but he resume quick, wave back and continue with his work just like I wasn’t there. I shout again showing sign of drink water, he walk towards me bit disturbed. People a very focused here may be more than those in front of computer screen. He took my bootle and went in to fill it with no express exchanged. I thank for water give compliment though he claim ‘No listen English’ which I said neither do I, we had quite formal or business conversation  by using our limits words. 
 
I learnt that the farm is just family farm I quick imagine the farm I grew up in, this will be enough for almost a village. The land have been used for hundreds of years so forget about your volcanic soil, it chemical fertilize and biological modification. The health or fat livestock are well supplied with antibiotics. 
 
I pedal off analyzing my new found information, wasn’t such pleasant subject on long biking day. Pharmaceutical provide us with plenty and cheap food! But is the any connection with cancer which I’m told it increasing ?  Well pharmaceutical provide medication! With only ‘Mama Sita’ to conversant with I found myself lost 30km into these delta roads but dark is far it actual the ‘Summer Solicits’ the longest day light. 
 
Hamburg, the river hobour which is second largest in Europe, pitch low in the see leave, i guess it was suppose to be hot and humid. With bursting life of students and tourist, it could be like inland Brazil, my friend said if it wasn’t German. The red contain I saw in Argentina with sign ‘Hamburg Sur’ they are here, the world is small place. It just like Hollywood movie how the habour operate so effective, contain moving themselves! Machine save jobs. 
 
I end up in this city as just part of my route plan, effort to try to rise fund on my dwindling goal with lots of frustration. I was luck to have amazing and enthusiasm friend, Tobias. Tobi is among  exceptional German friend, fluent in three language and broad minded, he contribute a lot to effort to understand German culture. I have just seen small part of the country but I think this is exceptional place, it will take a will for me to comprehend the culture, let me learn more few words to make may way. 
 
Community in the community…
I left Hamburg cycling towards went heading to The Netherlands, into the fields decorated with giant wind mill which indicate permanent wind. In the nice and smooth bike path link town to town I straggle with heard wind. There is lots of touring cyclist pretty nitty and well equipped, first I though they were long way travels, well long way but domestic so my enthusiasm of say hello is turn down with ether silent or stare. Anyway, international cyclists are still interesting to meet as it such excitement for both part. A French cyclist with fun looking bike give out big small just to say ‘No English’. 
 
In 120km I made it to Bremen in the late evening, the city is big more than I excepted. Delay charting with immigrant searching for work; Romanian, Italians, Spanish, Togolese, Senegalese, Armenian, Turkish,Polish lots mix folks. These are people who are welcome and open for simple conversation, occasionally they will invite me for food or drink. I wonder into the outskirt of the city around 10pm searching for camping sport, I come across nice forest park by the river. The park was packed with quite interesting people though no room for outside. These were folks with long hair, bunch of pissing in their bodies, seem to have all what they need in the daily. There was electric music, guess that is a name, anyway it also sound like electrical. The atmosphere was that of festival, music, drinking and smoking. People were divided into small bound few seem to notice the loud music, few try to dance what I think it non danceable. These are people who seem to break trough the normality to form their our community, leaving on the left overs which are ofter quite valuable things. I visited one of this community in Copenhagen, Christana. They end up having their our neighborhood legalize marijuana anyway now is another tourists paradise.
 
I found camping sport into the small wood just by the railway, the wet ground wasn’t smelling good, the decaying seem to take ages here. The music peak up for whole night, there was no variation of songs at least for me. I think you will have to be in the certain mental state to passive it as music.
 
Next day with my short sleep I heat road again enjoy the good weather on the smooth road. In the Sundays it quite relation in the farm folks on the sunday special, church bells rings, family having barbecue in their garden. Good number of people on the bike path especial old. 110km here is The Netherlands, no border just EU welcome sign. Thanks to Marienne for wonderful hospital and work shower and bed!                                 

 

 

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  1. Posted June 18, 2013 at 5:12 pm by Annette Valione | Permalink

    Lelo! i hope everything is fine. Im with you in the Heart and thinking off You through your journey.
    Im happy to have met you and taking share of Your adventure and perpose.
    I wish you all the best in life, You are one of them, which will make a difference for a finer, better World. Warm Greatings Annette / Halmstad

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