tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37118785158011446152024-03-29T12:28:18.876+09:00The Travelling Fox BlogA blog about the travels of Kira Resari, the once and future travelling foxKira Resarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509961265863417345noreply@blogger.comBlogger131125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711878515801144615.post-28691276179999975162024-03-01T21:49:00.020+09:002024-03-22T01:08:43.207+09:00Book V ~ Chapter 25 ~ The Great Bay Offensive<html>
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<p><a name="7_25_top"> </a><i><b>16-Sep-2023<br>
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<p><b>Table of Contents</b></p>
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<li><a href="#7_25_to_station">March through Miyamachi</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_25_segment_1">The Train to Toba</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_25_toba_hike">Trekking through Toba</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_25_segment_2">Inbound for Irago</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_25_segment_3">Two Trucks to Tahara</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_25_segment_4">The Toyotetsu to Toyohashi</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_25_toyohashi">Toyohashi Treats</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_25_segment_5">Hurry to Hamamatsu</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_25_segment_6">Approaching Abekawa</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_25_to_accommodation">Straying to Shizuoka</a></li>
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<p>Travel-wise, this is the main event of our Japan-trip: An epic
multi-stage journey incorporating walks, trains, a ferry, and buses to
take us all the way from Ise to Shizuoka (静岡 "Silent Hill"). As opposed to
our other two in-Japan travel segments, this is the only substantial
adventure, so I simply like to think of it as "The Great One". It's really
a shame that Bea and Brett have chosen to miss out on this, but oh well.
Our stops along the way are many: First there's Toba (鳥羽 "Bird Wing") on
this and Irago (伊良湖 "That One Good Lake") on the other side of Ise-Wan.
After that we take a bus to Tahara (田原 "Field Meadow"), and from there on
it's the train, first to Toyohashi (豊橋 "Bountiful Bridge"), then Hamamatsu
(浜松 "Beach Pine"), and finally Abekawa (安倍川 "Quiet Multi-River"), which is
the last stop before Shizuoka. And from there, we should walk the rest of
the way to our accommodation.</p>
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<p>Here's the breakdown of our trip today:</p>
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<li>From Miyamachi to Toba with the Kintetsu-Yamada Line</li>
<li>From Toba to Irago with the Isewan Ferry</li>
<li>From Irago to Tahara with the Toyotetsu Bus</li>
<li>From Tahara to Toyohashi with the Toyohashi Tetsudo Atsumi Line</li>
<li>From Toyohashi to Hamamatsu with the Tokaido Line (for Hamamatsu)</li>
<li>From Hamamatsu to Abekawa with the Tokaido Line (for Okitsu)</li>
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<p>Today, we leave on empty stomachs, gambling on getting an opportunity to
grab a bite to eat somewhere along the way. So we pack up our things,
leaving another empty room (or double-room) behind...</p>
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<p>...but before we leave the house, I still notice this cute little
children's book titled "Motto Ooki na Taihou o" ("An even bigger cannon").
This is about a kingdom making an arms race against the local foxes, and
comically losing in the end. If you're curious about it, I actually found
a video of someone reading the book <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8IwfdOj3TxQ">here</a>
(it's in Japanese, but the pictures speak for themselves).</p>
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Anyway, for starters, we need to get to the closest station, which means we
would begin today's adventure with a short ...<br>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">March through Miyamachi</span></h3>
<i><b>Distance:</b> 700m</i><br>
<i><b>Ascents:</b> 5m</i><br>
<i><b>Duration:</b> 15min</i><br>
<p>This should be a very short walk, both compared to the distances that we
already covered in Ise, as well as the strays we have yet ahead of us
today. We pretty much head straight north with only a little bit of
zig-zag, until we reach the Miyamachi (宮町 "Shrine Town") station. That one
is actually closer to the Airbnb than the Ise station, but not all trains
stop there, so that's why we didn't get off there on our way here.</p>
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<p>We leave the Airbnb at 8:00 in the morning, and even this early it's
already uncomfortably warm. The sky is clear, not a cloud in sight, which
I <em>suppose</em> is better than rain, but it also means that we're
gonna have another hot day ahead of us.</p>
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<p>As we make or way towards the station, we notably come across a number of
houses that feature little lengths of Shimenawa above their doors. These
sacred twisted straw ropes are clearly of similar design, each featuring a
red onion, certain red herbs, and a wooden plaque that features the
character for "Gate" among others. Now, I am not <em>sure</em> what these
signify, but I guess this is a Shinto thing related to the approaching
autumn equinox...</p>
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<p>...just like the ongoing preparations for what appears to be a Matsuri at
Imano Yashiro, which we happen to pass by. Looks like we're just missing
that, oh well... but we <em>did</em> have to leave Ise today in order to
make it to our next destination in time for a different Matsuri tomorrow.</p>
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<p>Before long, we reach Miyamachi station, which is a really small and
relatively rural stop. In fact, it doesn't even have an over- or underpass
for pedestrians, instead featuring an old-fashioned level crossing.</p>
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<p>Having arrived here well in time, we make ourselves comfortable at the
little stop and wait...</p>
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<p>...until our train arrives, which once again is one of those cute,
old-fashioned old trains that is typical for the local lines in Japan.
It's actually amazing that these are still in service, which I suppose
goes to show how diligent the Japanese are about maintaining their
machinery.</p>
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<p>At this point in time, Bea and Brett are still in Kyoto, their plan being
to ride the Shinkansen straight from there to Shizuoka, which is
definitely faster than what we have planned for today. In fact, we, too,
could have taken a route <em>around</em> Ise-Wan over Nagoya, which would
have been both faster <em>and</em> cheaper than the route we have planned
for today. However, we have elected to take the very scenic route, and
that beings by taking... </p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Train to Toba</span></h3>
<i><b>Ride Duration:</b> 20min</i><br>
<i><b>Approximate Distance:</b> 15km</i><br>
<i><b>Average Speed:</b> 45km/h</i><br>
<p>This short ride takes us east to Toba through the mountains. Notably,
there's also a JR line to Toba which by contrast runs more along the
coast. However, the Kintetsu line fits our schedule better, so we're using
that one. Since this is only a relatively short ride and we've really
gotten around Ise in the last three days, this ride actually takes us past
a lot of familiar stations. First, there's the Ise central station,
followed by my seventh and final visit to the apparently magnetic
Ujiyamada station. The next stop after that is Isuzugawa, which is the
closest train stop to the Naiku, and after that comes Asama, from which
Robert embarked on his hike up the mountain. It is only after that that we
come across an unknown stop by the name of Ikenoura (池の浦 "Bay of the
Pond"), and the next stop past that is already Toba.</p>
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<p>Inside the train, there's an advertisement for the Ketta Cycle Train, a
special type of train where you're allowed to bring bicycles along for a
fee of 1000¥, and which runs on certain days of the year. Now, I know I
say a lot of good things about railways in Japan, and a lot of bad things
about the German railway system, but this is one of the things where
Germany is definitely better. For starters, you can bring bikes on pretty
much all local and regional trains all the time (except maybe during rush
hour), and the tickets for doing so are cheaper too.</p>
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<p>Anyway, this ride takes us first through the urban parts of Ise, which
notably also includes a number of green areas. We pass beneath first the
road bridge that we walked across two days ago on our Stray to the Naiku,
and then also the Ise Jidoushado which we also crossed back then. After
that we pass a thin belt of fields before crossing Isuzugawa and then
continuing into the forested hills. After that there's not much of a view
until after Ikenoura, when we get two very short glimpses of the sea
before already arriving in Toba. Incidentally, by now, the sky has clouded
over a bit, but it's still quite bright and hot outside. Fortunately the
trains here all have AC.</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-25-013_Miyamachi_to_Toba.mp4"
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<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-25-013_Miyamachi_to_Toba.mp4"
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<p>Before long we reach Toba, which is also where this train terminates.
Unfortunately, the ferry terminal is actually one stop further down the
line, but that's only a relatively short distance away that is also
perfectly walkable. </p>
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<p>So, Robert and I briefly debate whether we should wait for the connecting
train or walk, and since we're not in a hurry or anything and the ferry
also has a regular hourly schedule, we quickly agree that we want to use
this opportunity to go...<br>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Trekking through Toba<br>
</span></h3>
<i><b>Distance:</b> 2.6km</i><br>
<i><b>Ascents:</b> 30m</i><br>
<i><b>Duration:</b> 1:00h</i><br>
<b>1/1<span style="color: green;">🎁︎</span></b><br>
<p>Our stray in Toba should proceed more or less parallel to the railway
tracks. Since the entire town is pinned between the hills and the sea
that's also pretty much the only way there is. However, along the way we
also climb a little hill by the name of Shiroyama (城山 "Castle Mountain"),
which as the name suggests was once the site of a local Samurai castle.
Today, the castle is long gone and only its foundations remain. In its
place, however, there's a little Geocache for me to find.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>But the fun actually already starts before we even leave the Toba
station. For one, there's a Halloween display welcoming people to Toba,
never mind that Halloween is still 6 weeks away.</p>
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<p>Halloween not your style? Then try Pokémon! In fact, it turns out that
Oshawott (or Mijumaru, as it is called in Japan) is the official mascot of
Toba. How cool is that? I want a Pokémon mascot for my city too!</p>
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<p>Upon leaving the station I immediately go "Eeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!" as I
note a big Torii conveniently located in the very direction that we need
to go.Sadly it turns out that this is only a very outer gate to a Shrine
that is located somewhat out of the way and on top of a 100m-tall hill,
which is significantly more than either of us is willing to scale while
carrying our entire luggage. Oh well.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Conveniently, there's also a stylized city map embedded in the sidewalk
just outside the station, and incredibly the place names are all also
written in English.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>As we make our way through Toba, we pass by the former residence of
famous poet Irako Seihaku... yes, <strong><em>the</em></strong>, Irako
Seihaku (伊良子清白 "That One Good Child Pure White")! What, never heard of
him? Me neither. Apparently, he was born in the prefecture of Tottori (鳥取
"Bird Fetching"), which is roughly 300km northwest of here, and then later
moved here, ostensibly because he wanted to live in a different bird
place. Anyway, here's his old house.</p>
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<p>After that, it is time for us to begin our ascent up Shiroyama, which
conveniently also serves as a Tsunami evacuation point. Well, here's
hoping we won't be experiencing a Tsunami anytime soon. As it is, climbing
all those stairs in full gear is already enough of an ordeal.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>But the climb is worth it, for it grants us a view of the amazing
islandscape surrounding Toba. In fact, with so many ferries going to one
island or another around, it was actually a bit of a challenge for me to
identify the one that would take us across to Irago - as well as its
departure times and fares - and doing so required me to navigate some
Japanese web sites, but I managed to do it. This colorful ferry, for
example, goes only to one of the surrounding islands (but don't ask me
which one). Also note the mermaids on its roof, as well as the
seagull-shaped crossbar.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Up here, there's also a meadow where dozens, if not hundreds of actually
kinda big dragonflies are dancing up a storm to the tune of cicadas loudly
chirping in the background.</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-25-023_Busy_Meadow.mp4"
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<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-25-023_Busy_Meadow.mp4"
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<p>Eventually, we reach the mighty foundation's of Toba's samurai castle...</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>...and shortly thereafter we reach the top and find ourselves standing in
front of Toba's amazing invisible castle!</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Also, we get a nice panorama of the surrounding islandscape from up here.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>After that, we take a zig-zag road down the far side of Shiroyama, and
along the way pass by a mysterious old schoolhouse, which disappointingly
does not re-arrange its layout each month. However, I <em>do</em> find a
Geocache in the mailbox, so, score!</p>
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<p>Once at the bottom, we cross the railroad tracks just south of the
Nakanogou (中之郷 "Middle Town") station, which also marks the definite end
of the double-tracked railway line of the Kintetsu railway. By the way,
the JR line actually already terminated at the Toba station.</p>
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<p>From here, we need to get to the ferry terminal, the large building of
which is easily found.</p>
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<p>However, while the building is easy to find, the entrance is anything
but. As such, we end up wandering around for a while, looking for
something that looks like a public entrance and not a car accessway or
employee entrance, and eventually end up at the nearby Toba Aquarium.
There, my Japanese skills come in handy again as I can ask one of the
attendants there for directions. Following these directions subsequently
leads us through a ground-level carpark beneath the buildings...</p>
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<p>...in the middle of which we finally find the entrance, which could
hardly be any better concealed. I assume the architect of this building
was forced to commit Seppuku as part of the inauguration ceremony. For the
record, the correct way to get inside would be to walk through the big
gate that looks like it is made for car access only, and then to the left.</p>
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<p>Yet even with this detour, we still arrive comfortable in the middle of
two departure times. The inside of the terminal actually looks a bit like
a mall, with lots and lots of souvenir stalls, which is actually something
I predicted when Robert told me he wanted to get some typical snacks from
Ise to take home. That is a universal truth wherever you are in Japan: Any
reasonably large station will have edible or drinkable regional
specialties for sale, because it is customary to bring back souvenirs to
those who had to stay at home whenever you get to make a trip, and
naturally, with space coming at a premium in Japan, the best souvenirs are
those that don't take up space because they're consumable.<br>
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<p>Of course, there's always exceptions to this rule, such as the marbled
Matsusaka (松阪 "Pine Slope") beef cushions that they sell here - with
Matsusaka beef being one of the three most famous (and expensive) types of
Japanese beef, the other two being Kobe (神戸 "Divine Door") beef and Oomi
(近江 "Nearby Bay") beef. Now you've finally got a good excuse for eating
your pillow! Incidentally, one such pillow is cheaper than even a small
serving of Matsusaka beef.</p>
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<p>And another notable thing in this terminal is the bathroom with a view</p>
<p>33.5</p>
<p>Anyway, time to buy a ticket. And once again my Japanese skills come in
handy as I learn that the ferry company offers a discount ticket that will
take us all the way to Toyohashi! Calculating in this discount, our scenic
trip suddenly becomes just a tiny bit cheaper than taking the train all
the way. Benri desu ne (便利ですね "How convenient")!</p>
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<p>The ferry terminal also features a little cafe, which is our cue to
finally get some... uhh... breakfast. Yes, I know, it's already 10:00 by
now, but since we haven't had anything to eat yet we're technically
breaking our nightly fast now. Anyway, since this is my last chance to do
so in the foreseeable future, and since I've really taken a liking
to it, I once again go for the Ise Udon.</p>
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<p>In the end, it turns out we've had really good timing with everything
thus far, because it is only a few minutes after we've finished our
"breakfast" that the gate to the ferry opens...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>...and we're able to board the ferry by a pier which looks simultaneously
rustic but also really well-maintained.</p>
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<p>With that, we're saying our final goodbyes to the Mie prefecture, and
with it Kansai, for crossing the Ise-Wan at this point means crossing over
into Chuubu. It's been a fun few days over here, but now, we've finally
stepped of the shore and are...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Inbound for Irago</span></h3>
<i><b>Ride Duration:</b> 1:00h</i><br>
<i><b>Approximate Distance:</b> 22km</i><br>
<i><b>Average Speed:</b> 22km/h</i><br>
<p>This should be one of my shortest ferry rides in all of Japan. In fact,
the "open water" distance is so short that it could easily be bridged or
tunneled, as they already did with the Seikan Tunnel between Honshu and
Hokkaido or the Tokyo Aqua line. In fact, by strategically using the
conveniently placed islands here, it would be possible to connect Toba
with Irago with a system of four bridges, the longest of which would only
have to be a little over 5km in length. But oh well, I suppose a ferry
ride is nice too. Anyway, this ride should take us out between Toshijima
(答志島 "Solution Plan Island") and Sugashima (菅島 "Sedge Island") before
reaching the open water. There, we pass the island of Kamishima (神島 "God
Island") shortly before crossing over into Chuubu and subsequently
arriving at Irago.</p>
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<p>But first, we've got a ferry to explore! The main cabin is big and not
very crowded. It has seats for roughly 200 people, of which maybe two
dozen are occupied.</p>
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<p>In addition to that, there's also an outdoor area with wooden seats that
should remain pretty empty throughout the crossing on account of the hot
and humid temperatures outside, which starkly contrast the ferry's
air-conditioned interior.</p>
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<p>There's also a special room which costs extra to enter, so I assume it is
some sort of "first class", and tickets for that can be bought at a
Jidouhanbaiki next to the stairs.</p>
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<p>Much more importantly for me, however, is the outside walkway, from where
I should shoot most of my pictures and videos on this leg. Again, it's
pretty hot out there, so I end up commuting between the cool indoors and
the hot outside walkway quite frequently.</p>
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<p>That's yours truly busy fox for you. Robert meanwhile takes a
considerably more relaxed approach to out crossing.</p>
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<p>Meanwhile I am up and about, taking in as much of this sea trip as I can.
Despite the hot temperatures, it is actually quite a good day for
crossing. There's little wind, and the ocean is calm, allowing us to have
a relaxed time on board. First we turn the corner of Sakatejima (坂手島
"Slope Hand Island"), which features a hotel at its corner, and then we
gradually pass by Sugashima. After that, there's the first stretch of open
ocean before we pass by Kamishima with its 171m tall Toumeiyama (灯明山 "Lamp
Light Mountain"), before making our way across another expanse of water.
Approaching Irago Misaki (伊良湖岬 "That One Good Lake Cape"), we can clearly
see its lighthouse - which I suppose is the whole point - and as the ferry
circles the cape to enter the harbor on the far side, we get a last good
look of Kamishima, and behind it the coast of Mie.</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-25-044_Toba_To_Irago.mp4"
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<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-25-044_Toba_To_Irago.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
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<p> </p>
<p>Meanwhile, looking the other way while we enter the port of Irago, I can
spy the Azumi Fuuryoku Hatsudensho (渥美風力発電所 "Moist Beauty Wind Power
Station") on the beach in the far distance.</p>
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<p>Disembarking in Irago is actually quite exciting again: Since the Irago
port does not feature a bridge for boarding, us pedestrians have to exit
through the hold together with the cars. Fortunately, there's a yellow
pedestrians' strip that is <em>almost</em> a full meter in width. The car
bridge, meanwhile, has a properly separated sidewalk again.</p>
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<p>From here, our journey should proceed by bus. However, since there's a
bit of a layover we spend the wait in the air-conditioned terminal
building, which naturally again features souvenir stores. Robert gets
himself a bottle of Calpis while I go for something that has trace amounts
of fruit inside. Curiously, a random old Japanese man eventually engages
me and we have a bit of a chat where I tell him about our exciting
journey.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Eventually, as the scheduled departure time approaches, we head out to
the bus stop and wait in the shade together with a number of Japanese
people who also were on the ferry. Unsurprisingly, we're the only
foreigners taking this basically straight, yet still somewhat unusual
route.</p>
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<p>The bus is then soon to arrive, and as usual everybody enters through the
back door, taking a Seiriken (整理券 "Sorting Ticket") from the dispenser at
the machine. These are normally used to determine the fare, so since we
already have our tickets, I'm not sure if we need one. However, since I
see all the people in front of us take one I figure it's better to take
one and not need it than the other way around.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Now that we're back on solid ground once again, our trip today continues
by means of...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Two Trucks to Tahara</span></h3>
<i><b>Ride Duration:</b> 55min</i><br>
<i><b>Approximate Distance:</b> 33km</i><br>
<i><b>Average Speed:</b> 36km/h</i><br>
<p>This ride should again not be too long, yet it still turns out to be
interesting. For starters, the bus starts with a pointless detour to a
place called Kyukamura (休暇村 "Holiday Village"), where no one boards or
exits. Then we proceed past Kameyama (亀山 "Turtle Mountain") and to Hobi
(保美 "Sustained Beauty"), where we have to change buses because clearly it
would have been asking too much for a bus to go all the way. And with "we"
I mean literally every single person on the bus except for the driver.
Anyway, moving on we get close to the sea two more times at Takaki (高木
"Tall Tree") and Utsue (宇津江 "Eaves Harbor Bay") before turning inland
towards Ookubo (大久保 "Large Old Preserve"), and finally, Tahara.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>The bus itself is not too busy. Apart from us there's only aforementioned
half a dozen Japanese people who sit in the front while Robert and I make
use of the back bench to drop our luggage.</p>
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<p>As mentioned before, we have to change in Hobi, and for whatever strange
reason, the bus driver also collects the Seiriken from everyone there,
even though no one who has a ferry ticket actually has to pay. Maybe they
need that for statistical purposes? Anyway, it's a good thing that we
pulled a Seiriken each after all. Also, it's a good thing that the bus
stop in Hobi features a tarp that we can take shelter under, because by
now it's just past noon, and Radian is burning down quite mercilessly.</p>
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<p>For the most part, the ride takes us alternatingly across already
harvested fields and through towns and villages. Every once and so often,
there's also a bit of woodland, though on account of this being a
peninsula, none of these woodlands feature particularly tall trees. That
reminds me a little bit of the vegetation on the Aupōuri Peninsula at the
northernmost tip of New Zealand, which is roughly as wide as the Atsumi
Hantou (渥美半島 "Moist Beauty Peninsula"), and about twice as long (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2017/08/chapter-30-navigating-northland.html">Book
1 ~ Chapter 30 ~ Navigating Northland</a>).</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-25-053_Irago_to_Tahara.mp4"
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<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-25-053_Irago_to_Tahara.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>As we approach Tahara, my Japanese skills once again come in handy.
Originally, Robert and I were a bit confused since our ticket to Toyohashi
was designated as a bus ticket and the bus we're currently sitting in says
it's going to Toyohashi, so one would assume that we'd stay in that bus
until Toyohashi. And while that is certainly an option, I do overhear the
driver telling the passengers in the front something that sounds like that
it'll be faster if they switch to the train there, and the ticket is also
valid for that. And since my track record for mimicking the locals has
been pretty good thus far, Robert and I subsequently also get off and
follow them into the station...</p>
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<p>...where we certainly enough are able to pass through the ticket gates
with our tickets and reach the train to Toyohashi just a few minutes
before its scheduled departure. Talk about convenient!</p>
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<p></p>
<p>And so it happens that instead of riding the bus all across the Atsumi
Hantou, we would be taking...<br>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Toyotetsu to Toyohashi</span></h3>
<i><b>Ride Duration:</b> 35min</i><br>
<i><b>Approximate Distance:</b> 18km</i><br>
<i><b>Average Speed:</b> 31km/h</i><br>
<p>This ride should take us down the entire length of the Toyohashi Tetsudou
Atsumi Sen (豊橋鉄道渥美線 "Bountiful Bridge Railway Moist Beauty Line"), which
is actually not all that long. As a matter of fact, it is only about half
as long as each of Munich's S-Bahn line branches (measured from the
central station), so it's more of a local train experience. Along the way
we pass stations such as Toshima (豊島 "Bountiful Island"), Sugiyama (杉山
"Cedar Mountain"), Ooshimizu (大清水 "Great Pure Water"), Ueta (植田 "Plant
Field"), Minami-Sakae (南栄 "South Flourish") and Koike (小池 "Small Pond").
Did one of them sound familiar? Well, it should, because I actually did
ride this line partway once already during my last visit to Toyohashi (see
<a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2019/02/book-ii-chapter-21-twofold-toyo-thuggery.html">Book
II ~ Chapter 21 ~ The Twofold Toyo Thuggery</a>).</p>
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<p>Now, in case you're wondering why the Atsumi line spans less than half of
the length of the Atsumi Hantou, it was, as a matter of fact, once planned
to extend it all the way to Irago, but financial difficulties put an end
to that. The line actually once extended two stops further west until
Kurogawabara (黒川原 "Black River Meadow"), but that segment (along with a
number of other stops) was decommissioned in 1944, and eventually
deconstructed altogether in 1954. Which is a shame really, because I would
have loved to ride the train all the way. Interestingly, there was even a
plan for branching lines, so here's a map of how that might have looked.
Turns out at least the one we would have taken does not look all that
different from the route that the buses took.</p>
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<p>Anyway, the train is not terribly busy, but at least there's a few more
people in there than on the bus ride.</p>
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<p>As we approach Toyohashi, the landscape gradually grows more urban,
though there's still a good number of fields in between. We pass beneath
the Toyohashi Bypass and across Umedagawa (梅田川 "Plum Field River"), and by
the time we pass through Takashi Ryokuchi (高師緑地 "Great Master Green
Space") we are already in the middle of Toyohashi. Also, I <em>think</em>
there's fewer of those bright blue shingled roofs around these parts than
we saw in Ise, but there's definitely still a few of those around.</p>
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<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-25-059_Tahara_to_Toyohashi.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
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<p>Getting off at Shin-Toyohashi Eki (新豊橋駅 "New Bountiful Bridge Station")
feels nostalgic, even though this is technically still the first time that
I'm arriving at this station and not departing. And yet, Toyohashi holds
many memories for me. Anyway, the last thing that is a bit exciting on
this trip is seeing if we can really get through the ticket gate with the
tickets we bought on the other side of the bay, but since there's actual
employees there that check the tickets at the exit and not just some
stupid machine, we manage to get through without so much as a moment's
delay.</p>
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<p>So, here I am, back in Toyohashi again. With this, a circle covering
almost 9000km² closes, and the entire Ise-Wan enters the territory
circumnavigated by me. So far, so good, and since it's already a few hours
after noon by now and trains from here run with astounding regularity on
account of us now being at the Tokaido Line - which is pretty much the
heartline of the Japanese railway network - we figure we might take this
opportunity to go looking for some...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Toyohashi Treats</span></h3>
<i><b>Distance:</b> 1km</i><br>
<i><b>Ascents:</b> 5m</i><br>
<i><b>Duration:</b> 30min</i><br>
<p>Since we've still got a ways to go today, we don't want to spend too much
time here in Toyohashi (otherwise I would have dragged Robert aboard the
Iida line for Toyokawa Inari by now). As such, we limit our search to the
area near the station. In the end, we should still walk a few blocks, turn
back in frustration, and then head for one of the easy food places.</p>
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<p>But one thing at a time. First, we're here at the Toyohashi station
square, which just like the Ujiyamada station of Ise has become somewhat
of a linchpin in my travels in this area: I'm now here for the 9th time in
total.</p>
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<p>As for finding a food place, while there's plenty of places around - such
as the Ne-Ne-Ya (寧々家 "Tranquil Tranquil House"), the challenge comes in
finding one that is both open at 14:00 and also offers something that
Robert will be happy with.</p>
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<p>That search eventually leads us back and forth through another Shoutengai
by the name of Tokiwadori (ときわ道り "Evergreen Road")...</p>
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<p>...after which I am finally hungry enough to backtrack and make for the
Sukiya (すき家 "Like House") that I committed to memory as a fallback option
on the way there.</p>
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<p>Now, I think I already mentioned this in book two, but there's a few
chains where you can get easy food in Japan. You might also call them
Japanese fast food chains, but I am reasonably certain that the quality of
the food there is <strong>so much</strong> better than in what qualifies
as a western fast food place, hence, easy food. Those chains include
Sukiya, Nakau, CoCo and Matsuya, and they all have in common that you can
go in there and get some tasty food both fast and cheap. To achieve that,
each of these chains specializes in certain kinds of dishes that they
prepare in bulk and thus can serve quickly. Sukiya specializes in Donburi
(丼 "bowl" = rice bowl dishes), Nakau in Udon, and CoCo in Japanese-style
curry rice. Matsuya offers all three, but personally I think the quality
suffers a little bit from that.</p>
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<p>Most of those places also allow for convenient ordering at machines where
you can conveniently select English as a language. The last time I visited
those machines were located in the lobby, but apparently the technical
progress did not stop there in these last few years, and nowadays you can
order from your seat by means of a tablet, just like in the Famires in
Ise.</p>
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<p>As for the lunch, I go for a bowl of Unadon (うな丼 "Eel Bowl"), while
Robert picks another type of fish with some condiments. Also, Sukiya
always features complimentary chilled Mugicha, which as I surely mentioned
before is not my favorite, but any ice tea in this heat is fine.</p>
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<p>Speaking of the heat, on the way back to the station we manage to dodge a
bit of it by making use of the underground walkways. It's nowhere near as
extensive as back in Kyoto, but it still saves us from a few minutes in
the merciless sun.</p>
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<p>At the end of said walkway we ascend a kinda narrow escalator...</p>
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<p>...and then we arrive at the Toyohashi station, where we promptly board
the next eastwards-bound train. Fun fact here: Normally, it's the
Shinkansen stations that are prefixed with Shin-, but in this case the
Shinkansen simply stops at a separately gated area of this station,
because the Shin-Toyohashi name was already taken by the Toyohashi Tetsudo
Atsumi Line, which is really just a two-track appendix to the main station
building</p>
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<p>Incidentally, did it occur to anyone that the trip today took the two of
us through quite a few towns starting with "T"? Well, no more of that,
because now we're going to...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Hurry to Hamamatsu</span></h3>
<i><b>Ride Duration:</b> 34min</i><br>
<i><b>Approximate Distance:</b> 37km</i><br>
<i><b>Average Speed:</b> 65km/h</i><br>
<p>From here on out, our rides is pretty much a rehash of my previous travel
from Toyokawa to Numazu (沼津 "Swamp Harbor"). However, back then I didn't
go into so much detail, so let's catch up on that now. This right passes
south of a mountain range near Futagawa (二川 "Two Rivers"), continues east
past Shinjohara (新所原 "New Place Meadow"), and eventually reaches the shore
of Hamanako (浜名湖 "Distinguished Beach Lake") near Washizu (鷲津 "Eagle
Harbor"). From there on, the train follows the shoreline and eventually
hops across Bentenjima (弁天島 "Benzaiten Island") to get across the mouth of
Hamanako, before proceeding past Takatsuka (高塚 "Burial Mound") and onwards
to Hamamatsu.</p>
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<p>Since we're now on the Tokaido Line, the train is reasonably full, but
we've still got enough space for both ourselves and our backpacks, which
I'm afraid are a bit too massive to safely fit on the overhead racks.
Also, this train has those fancy crosswise seats where you can invert the
facing again.</p>
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<p>The ride itself takes us through a mix of fields and towns with some
forests, though notably the balance leads much more towards settled areas
than on the Atsumi Hantou, with this being next to the Tokaido Main Line
and all. One of the rice fields that we pass by is, in fact, presently in
the process of being harvested, though the cure little rice field
harvesting truck is out of sight again almost as soon as it appears. The
track also runs more or less parallel to the Shinkansen track, which
crosses over us a couple of times, and runs parallel as we cross the mouth
of Hamanako. At one point I even manage to catch a train of the Shinkansen
on video as it rapidly zooms past us. I wonder if Bea and Brett are aboard
one of the Shinkansen trains that overtook us on the way here. And once
past the bridges leading across Hamanako, it's pretty much town and city
all the way to Hamamatsu.</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-25-074_Toyohashi_to_Hamamatsu.mp4"
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<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-25-074_Toyohashi_to_Hamamatsu.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>Eventually, we arrive at Hamamatsu station, which is also considerably
more busy than the stations before. By the way, remember how Robert and I
had been planning to do our Japan trip back in 2020 originally (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2020/10/book-iv-prologue-of-chains-and-chances.html">Book
IV ~ Prologue ~ Of Chains and Chances</a>)? For that trip, Hamamatsu was
one of our planned stations, with us intending to attend the Hamamatsu
Matsuri.</p>
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<p>However, since this is held in May and now it's September, Hamamatsu is
only a transfer stop for us now, and so we get in line to wait for the
next train (yes, by now it's so busy there's actually a line, and Japanese
are very orderly and have designated queuing areas painted on the
platform, since the trains always stop at exactly the right position).</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Soon enough the train arrives, and we board, beginning the final train
segment of our trip today, which means we're now officially...<br>
</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Approaching Abekawa</span></h3>
<i><b>Ride Duration:</b> 1:08h</i><br>
<i><b>Approximate Distance:</b> 73km</i><br>
<i><b>Average Speed:</b> 64km/h</i><br>
<p>This final train ride should be the longest leg on today's ride by a
factor of two. First we cross mighty Tenryuugawa (天竜川 "Sky Dragon River")
before passing through Iwata (磐田 "Crag Field"), Fukuroi (袋井 "Bag Well")
and Kakegawa (掛川 "Hanging River") in turn. After that, the track gets a
little bit zig-zaggy as it navigates through the mountains here, emerging
near Shimada (島田 "Island Field") on the other side of great Ooigawa (大井川
"Great Well River"). Past that, the tracks run straight to Yaizu (焼津
"Baking Harbor"), and from there more or less along the coast to Abekawa.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>This last train for today is once again of the more common type with the
lengthwise benches. It is also actually kinda full, with not everyone
being able to find a place to sit.</p>
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<p>Now this ride should take us mostly through cities and towns, with a few
green patches in between, most notably aforementioned mountain range. We
also got these two great rivers to cross, and as a result of the recently
overall pretty dry weather, they presently don't carry a lot of water.
However, during the rainy season, all that gravel is flooded. And speaking
of which, those little pools of water we get to see along the way are
actually recently harvested rice fields.</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-25-079_Hamamatsu_to_Abekawa.mp4"
height="360" width="640"></video></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-25-079_Hamamatsu_to_Abekawa.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>Eventually, we reach Abekawa station. Now, one incentive for me to get
off here was to give Robert a great view of Mt. Fuji. But alas, luck is
not with us, and the mighty mountain is all shrouded in clouds today.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>Oh well, nothing to be done about that now. Anyway, that was the last
railway segment, which means that from here on out, the two of us should
be...<br>
</p>
<p><br>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Straying to Shizuoka</span></h3>
<i><b>Distance:</b> 3km</i><br>
<i><b>Ascents:</b> 10m</i><br>
<i><b>Duration:</b> 45min</i><br>
<p>This last stray, much like our first one today, turns out to be pretty
straightforward: We follow the train line until we reach Abekawa, then
turn left along the riverbank for a bit, cross the next bridge over, and
after that we're already almost at the Airbnb.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>So, as the sun is in the process of setting, we walk right next to the
railroad tracks on this lazy town street where a car only appears once
every few minutes, and the only parked cars are standing in little parking
lots to the side of the road.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>At the point where the Shinkansen tracks cross over the Tokaido Main
Line, we walk into this kinda pointless zebra crossing, which only leads
into a fence behind which the railroad tracks lie on the other side. I
wonder what the point of that is/was.</p>
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<p>Following that, we are now walking parallel to the Shinkansen tracks,
which are notably better fortified, with a fence roughly 3m in height and
a noise barrier beyond that.</p>
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<p>As we approach the river, was pass first beneath the Shinkansen line and
then the Tokaido Main Line via two underpasses. Interestingly, there's a
sign here that reads "182k897m from Shindenbashi", which would
approximately fit the distance from a Shindenbashi (新田橋 "New Field
Bridge") in Tokyo. In Japan, it has historically been a custom to measure
distances in relation to certain bridges, though most typically such
measurements use Nihonbashi (日本橋 "Sun Origin Bridge") as a point of
reference.</p>
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<p>We finally reach the side of the river...</p>
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<p>...just as Radian's rays recede behind the horizon.</p>
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<p>And again, here at the riverbank would have another great chance for us
to see Mt. Fuji, if not for these accursed clouds. We <em>could</em> have
gotten a wonderful view of the might mountain illuminated by the setting
sun, but it seems we're fresh out of luck regarding that today.</p>
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<p>The only thing we get to see is this weird ground palm. Does anyone
happen to know what kind of plant this is?</p>
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<p>Anyway, as dusk slowly falls, we proceed to make our way up the riverbank
towards the next bridge.</p>
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<p>That bridge across Abekawa bears the very creative name of Abekawabashi
(安倍川橋 "Quiet Multi-River Bridge"), and as a matter of fact just celebrated
its centennial two months ago! Before that, there was only a wooden bridge
at this site. The sidewalk that we should use to cross is a little
younger, by the way: It was only added in 1968. Eventually, it was also
registered as a national civil engineering heritage site. Also note how
the name of the bridge is written right-to-left, as can sometimes be seen
in older places like this one.</p>
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<p>It takes us a couple of minutes to walk across the 490m-long bridge,
during which we note that just like the other big rivers we crossed today,
Abekawa is not carrying a lot of water right now. However, the name of the
river suddenly becomes more meaningful, as we witness a multitude of
little quiet rivers snaking their ways through the gravel riverbed.</p>
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<p>Shizuoka begins right on the other side of that bridge, without the need
for a city sign or any lavish garnish like that. It does, however, feature
an interesting two-way cycling road.</p>
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<p>From here, it's only a short walk until we reach our stay place for the
next two nights.</p>
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<p>Thus ends our exciting and varied trip today. Altogether, we've been on
the road for just over 9 hours today, which is over twice as long as the
fastest possible connection. However, I daresay our way was more fun, and
with that mindset I am looking forward to an interesting two days in and
around Shizuoka. Meanwhile you get to look forward to me writing about
that in the next chapter of the Travelling Fox Blog, so stay tuned and be
of great cheer! =^,^=</p>
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<p><a name="7_24_top"> </a><i><b>13-Sep-2023 - 15-Sep-2023<br>
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<p><b>Table of Contents</b></p>
<ul>
<li><a href="#7_24_place">The Place</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_24_day_trip_1">Little Late Lap</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_24_day_trip_2">Grand Shrine Stray Day</a>
<ul>
<li><a href="#7_24_day_trip_2_part_1">From Geku to Naiku</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_24_day_trip_2_part_2">Naiku Navigation</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_24_day_trip_2_part_3">Of Married Rocks</a></li>
</ul>
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<li><a href="#7_24_day_trip_3">Separate Strays</a></li>
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<li><a href="#7_24_day_trip_3_part_1">A Modest Morning</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_24_day_trip_3_part_2">Ranging the Riverside</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_24_day_trip_3_part_3">Konbu Killjoy</a></li>
</ul>
<li><a href="#7_24_retrospective">The Retrospective</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_24_ahead">The Road Ahead</a></li>
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<p>Have travelled west from Keihan, we have come some way, but we have not
yet crossed a regional border yet, placing us at the easternmost reaches
of...</p>
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<p>Within Kansai, we are now inside Mie-Ken (三重県 "Thrice Important
Prefecture"), which consists of the Shima-Hantou (志摩半島 "Polished Resolve
Peninsula"), along with an equal amount of coastline to both the north and
the south, its eastern border defined by the Ise bay and the Pacific
ocean.</p>
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<p>And within Mie-Ken, we are once again quite far to the east already, in
the city of Ise (伊勢 "That One Energy"). From here, it is only about 22km
to the easternmost point of mainland Kansai at Yorizaki (鎧埼 "Armor Cape").
Meanwhile, the city of Ise is home to a little over 120,000 people, making
it a little smaller than the German city of Würzburg, where my uncle lives
and where I spent half a year doing an internship for university back in
2011/2012.</p>
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<p>The city of Ise occupies the triangle of flat land between the forested
hills, the bay, and Miyagawa (宮川 "Shrine River"), with the heart of the
city being located notably towards the southwest. That's where most of the
train stations are, and consequentially this is also where I looked for
and found a place for us to stay.</p>
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<p>...which I suppose is as good a point as any to start talking about...<br>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Place</span></h3>
<p>For our stay in Ise, I picked a nice little Airbnb. I figured this would
contrast nicely with our stay in the Ryokan, giving everyone a taste of
how real Japanese homes look like, and also be easier on our travel budget
- after all, Bea and Brett asked me to be a little bit budget-conscious
about the places I book, which incidentally fits my own preferences just
fine. Now, when booking Airbnb places in Japan, it really helps to be able
to speak Japanese since most hosts are not exactly fluent English
speakers, but with me along that's not a problem. And so, here we are, at
a little city house like any other. One typical Japanese living
experience, coming right up!</p>
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<p>A typical Japanese living experience, that naturally means living pretty
space-conscious. As such, our accommodations are genuinely small. Robert
and I share a tatami-mat room, where we sleep on futons that just barely
fit the room...</p>
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<p>Meanwhile, Bea and Brett get the bedroom next door. And with bedroom, I
mean an actual room with beds. And with next door I mean it's effectively
the same room since the wall panel separating the rooms has been removed
and the "normal" entrance door for the room blocked-off. That somewhat
limits privacy, but since I know that Bea used to be a backpacker just
like me (in fact, her trip to Australia was what inspired me to go to New
Zealand and by extension Japan in the first place), I figure that'll be
alright.</p>
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<p>Our host is a nice elderly woman by the name of Masako who is renting the
upstairs place out while she's living downstairs. The check in is a bit <em>interesting</em>
as she requires all of us to take our temperatures, but then again, with
the Green Shnolz not so far in the past, who can blame her? She has also
prepared a hand-drawn map of the neighborhood with all places of interest
pointed out. Unfortunately, it's all in Japanese.</p>
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<p>Within our room, there's also a table that I at first use as my
laptop-friendly workspace...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>...though I should soon move over to the library room next door in order
to not bother the others too much as I go about planning our trip and
documenting the shrines that I visited early in the mornings and late at
night when the others are already/still asleep.</p>
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<p>There's also a narrow toilet with no space for a proper sink. Instead,
there's an outdoors sink on the roofed balcony past the library, which is
interesting. With temperatures as hot as right here, right now, that sure
works. Also, opaque plastic walls provide a modicum of privacy.
Incidentally, this is also the spot where to hang the laundry, but we'll
get to that later.</p>
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<p>Connecting all the rooms in the upstairs is a narrow hallway, less than a
meter wide. At the very end, there's the library, with our room(s) being
to the left before that. Before that, there's a tiny kitchen alcove, then
the toilet, and then another guest room that is presently empty.</p>
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<p>Within that corridor, there's what I assume to be a Hotei-shaped piggy
bank. Now, regardless of <em>what</em> it actually is, Hotei should soon
become the mascot of our trip. One of the Shichifukujin (七福神 "Seven Gods
of Fortune"), Hotei is associated with being jolly, carefree, easygoing,
and enjoying life to the fullest, which immediately prompts Bea to
nickname him the "God of Yolo".</p>
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<p>Moving on to aforementioned kitchen alcove, that one is also really cute,
featuring a single induction plate, a microwave and a mini-oven (that last
one is a real rarity in Japan). It also opens up to the outside stairwell,
which should be our primary means of coming and going.</p>
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<p>And the outside stairwell features a cute little lucky Tanuki statue,
complete with a little clover to welcome us home whenever we return. Very
nice.</p>
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<p>So much for the place. Now, on the day of our arrival, Robert, Bea and
Brett are itching to go out again right away, while I still need some time
to write down the Shrines that I visited along our trip from Nara. So they
head out without me, giving me time to wrap up my things. We make plans to
meet up in front of the station later, and so it happens that once I
finished getting back on top of things, I leave alone for a...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Little Late Lap</span></h3>
<i><b>13-Sep-2023</b></i> <i><b>Distance:</b> 3.6km</i><br>
<i><b>Ascents:</b> 10m</i><br>
<i><b>Duration:</b> 1.5h</i><br>
<b>10<span style="color: red;">⛩</span> (4🦊); 1<span style="color: blue;">卍</span></b><br>
<p>This should be a fairly short stray. Basically, I just go north a little,
to hit the closest Inari shrine, then scout out the nearby supermarket to
the west, before heading east towards the station, visiting more shrines
and a temple along the way. Finally, arriving at the station area a little
bit too early, I decide to walk once around the station block, which is
actually quite an interesting construct: The stations for the JR and the
Kintetsu railway are close, but not exactly next to one another, with a
fan of stabling sidings in between. Also, the Kintetsu tracks proceed to
move upwards onto an elevated embankment, crossing south into the hills
over the JR tracks which run east and closer to the coast.</p>
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<p>Literally the first thing that I come across upon leaving the house is
the artistic manhole cover of Ise, depicting what I figure most be
pilgrims making the journey to... but we'll get to that later.</p>
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<p>It's now 17:30, and while that's not exactly late, it still means that I
don't have a lot of daylight left. In fact, since we're close to the
autumn equinox and Japan doesn't subscribe to daylight saving time, it
means right now is already the time for sunset. Better make good use of
what little daylight I have left. On the plus side, that also means it's
slowly getting at least a <em>little</em> cooler, and I am in virtually
no danger whatsoever of sunburn.</p>
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<p>Just a little bit to the north, I run into the entrance of the Takayanagi
Shoutengai (高柳商店街 "Tall Willow Shopping Arcade"), which prominently
features the triforce-like triangle pattern that in Japan typically
represents Benzaiten, goddess of music, water, knowledge and everything
that flows, and another of the Shichifukujin. Right next to the entrance,
there's also a red flag advertising a Karaoke place.</p>
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<p>I am right now at the very western end of the arcade. Interestingly,
there's a shrine directly adjunct, and it bears the very contemporary name
Ima-no-Yashiro (今社 "Shrine of the Now"). It also features an architectural
element that I should encounter a few more times here in Ise: A wall
blocking the sight of the shrine from outside the gate, which I figure is
to give the people praying at the shrine a little privacy.</p>
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<p>Much to my delight, that shrine also features a little Inari side shrine
with a quartet of foxes in attendance. This little shrine goes by the name
of Kiyogawa Inari Daimyoujin (清川稲荷大明神 "Pure River Inari Great Radiant
Deity").</p>
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<p>After that, I take a quick peek to the west, scouting out the nearby
supermarket, and taking note of the roofed sidewalks as I do. I suppose
that means it can get quite rainy here at times.</p>
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<p>Following that, I turn around to walk the Takayanagi Shoutengai, which on
the <a href="https://www.iseshima-kanko.jp/gourmet/2148">website of Ise</a>
is advertised to look like this:</p>
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<p>I figure that this image was most likely taken before the Green Shnolz
struck, because as I walk through it, I witness it being more like this:</p>
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<p>...which is not necessary a bad thing since I don't like crowded spaces
anyway. Also, it makes the cute and interesting details on the walls stand
out all the more. The text below the frog reads "Sing. Dance. Feel good!!"</p>
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<p>And since this is Japan, there's of course also a mecha to be found
standing in the middle of the mall. Interestingly, the text below the
clock to its right reads "Keep it up Japan! Keep it up Touhoku!", with
Touhoku being the northernmost region of Honshu (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2018/08/book-ii-chapter-9-amicable-appi-kogen.html">Book
II ~ Chapter 9 ~ Amicable Appi-Kogen</a>), and as thus over 350km away.
I wonder what's the connection there.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Moving on from there, I come across a few more shrines and temples,
including another Inari shrine with foxes and a Mizuko (水子 "Water Child" =
"Aborted or stillborn child") Jizou where mothers offer up prayers for the
souls of aborted or stillborn children. Those are always pretty obvious
since they feature a myriad of small Jizou statues.</p>
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<p>As it starts getting darker, I come across a 5 acre big patch of forest
in the middle of the city, at the sole entrance of which stands a Torii,
thus marking it as a shrine: Tsukiyominomiya (月夜見宮 "Moon Night View
Shrine"). Inside, it features a number of really old-style wooden shrines,
which actually remind me a bit of the shrines that I saw back in Hokkaido
(see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2018/07/book-ii-chapter-6-hokkaido-homerun.html">Book
II ~ Chapter 6 ~ A Hokkaido Homerun</a>). Much to my delight there's
also an Inari Shrine here, though honestly, "Shrine" might be stretching
it a bit thin here, since this is only a bunch of foxes sitting under an
old tree behind a Torii in the darkening forest.</p>
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<p>Moving further into the downtown area from there, I come across this
crazy bar...</p>
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<p>...and then I stray a little bit around the station, also scouting out
potential dining places as night falls.</p>
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<p>Having met up with Robert, Bea and Brett in front of the station, we
debate where we want to go to eat. Our first Yolo attempt in a sake-bar
ends with us promptly leaving upon being presented with a rule sheet.
Instead, we end up eating at the Sato Famires, which is a dining
experience that I can personally recommend. "Famires" is short for "Family
Restaurant", which is a type of food chain typical in Japan that focus on
family friendly eating experience, and "Sato" is simply the name of this
particular chain.</p>
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<p>The interior is pretty and welcoming, and also quite western-style, which
is another thing that's typical for Famires.</p>
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<p>Now as for the "experience" part, that starts with the tablets that we
can use to order food, and which also feature an English version, much to
the relief of my companions. </p>
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<p>Despite that, however, I still have to ask the waitress which drink menu
I have to order, since that is not entirely clear to me. Generally, the
way it works in Famires is that you pay a flat rate for access to the
drinks bar and can then get as much as you want from there. The thing that
confuses me is that there are two flat rates, and the difference between
those is not clear to me. As it turns out, the cheaper one is for people
who also order food, while the more expensive option is for people who are
only here to get drinks. Interesting, but it works out in my favor. As for
what I am getting, that's one my favorite Japanese soft drink: Melon Soda!
Also, tea is complimentary for all guests.</p>
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<p>Food-wise, each of us finds some authentic Japanese dish to enjoy.
Clockwise from top left we have Oyakodon (親子丼 "Parent Child Bowl" =
Chicken and Egg Rice Bowl) for Brett, Tendon (天丼 "Heaven Bowl" = Tenpura
Rice Bowl) for Bea, Aki Kaiseki (秋懐石 "Autumn Feeling Stone" = Mixed meal
of autumn seasonal specialties) for me, and Tenpura Soba for Robert.</p>
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<p>And to finish it of, I have some Taiyaki (鯛焼 "Baked Sea Bream"), which is
something that I think I missed during my last time in Japan. Contrary to
what the name suggests, it's not actual fish, but rather a fish-shaped
pancake filled with sweet bean jam, and it's quite tasty!</p>
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<p>After that, there's nothing left to do but to head back home through the
dark streets. Tomorrow, we have a big day ahead of us. It is the day that
we do what we came to Ise for in the first place! Tomorrow is our...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Grand Shrine Stray Day<br>
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<p> <i><b>14-Sep-2023</b></i></p>
<p>And now for the reason why we are in Ise in the first place. You see, Ise
is the location of the eponymous Ise Jingu (伊勢神宮 "That One Energy Divine
Shrine"), one of the holiest places of Shinto faith, comparable in
importance with Mecca for the Islam. Back in the Edo period, every
able-bodied follower of Shinto would aspire to visit Ise Jingu at least
once in their lifetime, even if that included a harrowing pilgrimage from
the other end of the country. Today, getting here is easier, and yet the
importance of this place has not diminished. And since I consider myself
Shinto as well, it is only natural that I would seek this place out upon
finally learning of it.</p>
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<p>Now you might be imagining Ise Jingu as a particularly grand or majestic
shrine, but it is already at the first word that this notion is wrong. Ise
Jingu is not "a" shrine, it is *several* shrines spread throughout the
city, and as a matter of fact, I have unwittingly actually already visited
one of them just yesterday: Tsukiyominomiya. Today's stray should take us
to the two biggest and by extension most important shrines of Ise Jingu:
Toyo'Uke Daijingu (豊受大神宮 "Bountiful Catch Great Divine Shrine") - which is
also known as Geku (外宮 "Outer Shrine") and actually located quite close to
both our place and the station - and then Koutai Jingu (皇大神宮 "Imperial
Great Divine Shrine") - which is also known as Naiku (内宮 "Inner Shrine"),
and is located a few kilometers away.</p>
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<p>Anyway, today features our stray from our stay place to first the Geku,
and then the Naiku, and then a little bit past that still. And since
that's a bit much all at once, let me divide the entirety of that into
three parts, the first covering our stray...</p>
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<h4><span style="color: orange;">From Geku to Naiku<br>
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<i><b>Distance:</b> 9.5km</i><br>
<i><b>Ascents:</b> 155m</i><br>
<i><b>Duration:</b> 4.5h</i><br>
<b>28<span style="color: red;">⛩</span> (8🦊); 2<span style="color: blue;">卍</span>;
2/2<span style="color: green;">🎁︎</span></b><br>
<p>Our route takes us from the Airbnb almost straight to the Geku, which we
then subsequently explore. After that, we head east past the Ujiyamada
(宇治山田 "Eaves Cure Mountain Field") station, then southeast for a bit, and
finally south all the way to the Naiku.</p>
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<p>Wanting to dodge as much of the day's heat as possible, we set out at
7:30 in the morning, "we" being only Robert and myself, with Bea and Brett
preferring not to take an extended hike in these temperatures. As such, we
agreed the night before to meet them in front of the Naiku at noon, and
are now on our way.</p>
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<p>Our first stop along the way is a temple that we came across on our way
to the Airbnb, but did not go in because we were all carrying our luggage.
This one is called Joushouji (常照寺 "Ordinary Shine Temple"), and it is one
of relatively few temples around here. Typically, shrines in Japan
outnumber temples at a ratio of roughly 3:1, but temples tend to be bigger
on average in turn. Here in Ise, however, not only are there over ten
times as many shrines, but with all the big shrines around they also win
in the average size category.</p>
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<p>The next issue is breakfast. Unlike the Ryokan where we stayed in Nara,
our place does not feature breakfast, so we need to fend for ourselves.
Fortunately, since this is Japan, there's usually Konbini nearby, such as
a FamilyMart in our case. </p>
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<p>We pick up some Onigiri for the road. Now, as some of you might recall, I
ate really many Onigiri during the beginning of my first stay in Japan
(see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2018/03/book-ii-chapter-2-touchdown-in-tokyo.html">Book
II ~ Chapter 2 ~ Touchdown in Tokyo</a>) and eventually got quite sick
of them. However, here's something that I simply have <em>got</em> to
try: Onigiri wrapped with Inari-Age - sweet fried tofu that is said to be
the favorite snack of foxes - so naturally I have to give it a try. Turns
out that I <em>still</em> don't like Onigiri, but the Inari-Age mitigates
that a bit. I wonder if those are called Inarigiri or something like that.</p>
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<p>Shortly thereafter, we reach the entrance to the Geku, which to the
uneducated eye might just look like a forest park or something. Only the
wooden Torii indicate that there might be something more to this place.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Since we're still pretty early in the day, there's not many people around
yet. Instead, we get to behold the unusual sight of trucks systematically
watering the broad gravel paths. I am not <em>entirely</em> sure about
the reason, but I <em>think</em> it's part of a cleansing ritual, though
seeing it being carried out by trucks that pollute the air with their
exhaust fumes makes that somewhat absurd.</p>
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<p>The Geku covers an areal that is roughly 20 acres, though since the
borders are a bit fuzzy in the surrounding forest, it's hard to tell
exactly what still counts as the shrine grounds. Within that, there's one
big main shrine, as well as a hill near and on top of which are another
four small shrines.</p>
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<p>The main shrine is the aforementioned Toyo'Uke Daijingu, which is
surrounded by four rings of walls. The public is only admitted to the
outermost ring, and even there photography is prohibited, so the best shot
I can get is from outside the gate. What is noticeable at all these
shrines - apart from the old style that I already mentioned ad
Tsukiyominomiya - is the complete absence of paint, leaving behind only
natural cedar wood. Also, none of the shrine constructions use nails to
keep them together, instead relying exclusively on wooden joints to
preserve the purity of the material.</p>
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<p>Then there's the other shrines here: Past a little river lie the two
shrines Tsuchinomiya (土宮 "Earth Shrine") and Kazenomiya (風宮 "Wind Shrine")
- befittingly on opposing ends of the same gravel path - and following a
stream a little bit into the woods we come across the tiny Shimo-no-Mi'i
Jinja (下御井神社 "Lower Honorable Well Shrine"). Finally, taking the stairs to
the top of the hill, there's Takanomiya (多賀宮 "Many Joys Shrine"), which
stands next to a really old, big tree, and is also clearly the most
popular of the smaller shrines, despite the early hour.</p>
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<p>Finally, on our way out of the Geku, we pass the shrine's dedicated
Kaguraden (神楽殿 "God's Delight Hall"), which is the ritual stage for sacred
dances, such as we beheld back in Nara.</p>
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<p>And that's it for the Geku, but not for the shrines, not by a long shot.
Because right next to the Geku, and in fact still connected to the same
forest, there's Akanesha (茜社 "Red Dye Shrine"), which features a pair of
married trees, but would otherwise be unremarkable amongst the onslaught
of shrines today...</p>
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<p>...if not for Toyokawa Akane Inari Jinja (豊川茜稲荷神社 "Bountiful River Red
Die Inari Shrine"), which not only is a branch shrine of Toyokawa Inari -
yes, <em><strong>the</strong></em> Toyokawa Inari (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2019/02/book-ii-chapter-21-twofold-toyo-thuggery.html">Book
II ~ Chapter 21 ~ The Twofold Toyo Thuggery</a>) - but also perfectly
upholds the reputation of the Toyokawa Inari name by featuring an absurd
amount of foxes. I think Bea and Brett heard my giddy "<strong>EEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!</strong>"
all the way back at the Airbnb. Just short of gold rank, this is
definitely a Silver Fox Shrine.</p>
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<p>But after that, we finally leave the forested area behind, and start
making our way eastwards through the streets of Ise...</p>
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<p>...during which we naturally encounter several more shrines, and judging
from the style, at least one of those is directly associated with the Ise
Jingu again.</p>
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<p>Our next waypoint is Ujiyamada station, where I manage to find my first
Geocache in Ise. As it turns out, I should yet see this particular station
a disproportionate amount of more times, but we'll get to that later.
Maybe more interesting is the fact that the tracks here already run on the
upper floor, embanked on a railway viaduct that stretches across the
nearby river and into the hills of the more hilly part of town.</p>
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<p>And here's said river, which goes by the name of Setagawa (勢田川 "Energy
Field River") and runs from the hills that we're ultimately headed for.
However, it is not yet the river along the side of which the Naiku is
built - that one is a category above this little stream.</p>
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<p>Shortly thereafter, we're encountering our first considerable slope
within the city, taking us up from near sea level up to 31.3m, as a
Tsunami safety sign at the top informs us. And while that's not a lot per
se, the oppressive heat of the day that has started setting in by now sure
makes us sweat for every single meter. The hill inside the Geku was a
taller climb, actually, but that was in the cool shade of the trees,
whereas we're pretty exposed to Radian's searing rays out here, hunting
for shadow when we can.</p>
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<p>At the top of the hill, there awaits a small field of grass that features
both an Inari shrine as well as a Jizou.</p>
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<p>After that ascent, both Robert and I are feeling quite thirsty.
Fortunately, there's always a number of Jidouhanbaiki around, so we have
no problem finding something to drink. Incidentally, by now my Japanese is
good enough that I can read that the actual fruit content of this
fruity-looking drink is only 10%.</p>
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<p>Moving on from there, we cross over the Kintetsu line just in time to see
a train of the Kintetsu Limited Express pass beneath us.</p>
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<p>We follow the hilltop road for a little while...</p>
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<p>...but soon enough take a turn onto a curious little foot path weaving
down the hillside between the buildings of the Asakichi Ryokan (麻吉旅館
"Lucky Hemp Guest House").</p>
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<p>At the bottom of the slope, we cross over the Ise Jidoushado (伊勢自動車道 "Ise
Card Road" = "Ise Expressway"), which is definitely the smallest
expressway that I've ever seen, and a fantastic contrast to the humongous
roads of, say, Canada (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2022/04/book-v-chapter-2-trecking-through.html#top">Book
V ~ Chapter 2 ~ Trecking Through Toronto</a>).</p>
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<p>Also, at the points where the sidewalks cross the roads, there's this
precious pavement panda picture that reads "Stop, look left, look right".</p>
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<p>Another curiosity in this area is the Aka Budai (赤舞台 "Red Stage"), on the
exact purpose of which I am not entirely clear. Basically, it is a stage
with a bright red wooden construction on top that makes it reminiscent of
a Shinto shrine, yet is still clearly different. It is also located on a
wide bridge across aforementioned expressway, so I wonder if it's supposed
to be an art installation of sorts. I don't think it's really meant for
public events since the space in front of it is only big enough to
comfortably fit a few dozen people.</p>
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<p>Continuing our path, we come across a Jidouhanbaiki that sells a
Demitasse (which is actually German for "Half Cup") of cold coffee...</p>
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<p>...which I suppose is still preferable to getting pain from the next
place that we pass by. Fortunately, pain is only served starting at 11:00
on Wednesdays, Sundays, Mondays and Tuesdays, so we're safe since today is
a Thursday and it's only 10:30 on top.</p>
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<p>By now, we're pretty much making a beeline for the Naiku, which doesn't
mean we're quite there. First, we have to make our way down Ushitanizaka
(牛谷坂 "Ox Valley Slope"), where a pair of humongous stone lanterns mark the
spot where the dreaded Ushi-Oni (牛鬼 "Ox Demon") used to prey on travelers
until it was eventually shot dead with a bow by Aisu Shigeaki (愛洲重明
"Favorite Country Heavy Light"), the lord of Gokashojou (五ヶ所城 "Five Places
Castle").</p>
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<p>At the bottom of the slope, we come across another big shrine. This one
is Sarutahiko Jinja (猿田彦神社 "Monkey Field Prince Shrine"), and it is
notable that it is not only one of the seven Ookami (大神 "Great Deities")
of Shinto faith, but also one of the two Kunitsukami (国津神 "Earth Harbor
Gods" = "Earthly Deities") - the other one being Inari - as opposed to
Amaterasu, Izanagi, Izanami, Michikaeshi and Sashikuni, who are the five
Amatsukami (天津神 "Heaven Harbor Gods" = "Heavenly Deities").
Befittingly, this shrine also features a field out back, although there
aren't any monkeys there.</p>
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<p>This shrine also marks the beginning of the greater Naiku area, and while
we're still roughly 1km away from the actual Naiku, the area between here
and there is effectively packed with tourism venues, most of which are
tailored to a Japanese-speaking audience, such as the Isuzugawa Noasobi
Dokoro (五十鈴川野遊びどころ "Fifty Jingle Bells River Field Play Place" =
"Izusugawa Picnic Grounds").</p>
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<p>Since we've gotten here a bit early, Robert and I take our time strolling
up the shore of the great Isuzugawa (五十鈴川 "Fifty Jingle Bells River")...</p>
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<p>...before walking down the roads of the shopping district preceding the
Naiku.</p>
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<p>Finally, just outside of the gates of the Naiku, we kill the final bit of
time before noon by exploring the many shrines of the nearby hills...</p>
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<p>...one of which curiously features Ema racks where the traditional wooden
prayer plaques have been entirely replaced with straw sandals that have a
little wooden tag to them.</p>
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<p>Also, we come across a vibrantly colored version of the Ise manhole cover
in these parts.</p>
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<p>And just like that, noon has arrived. Now it is time for us to meet up
with Bea and Brett and proceed with the...</p>
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<h4><span style="color: orange;">Naiku Navigation<br>
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<i><b>Distance:</b> 4.4km</i><br>
<i><b>Ascents:</b> 60m</i><br>
<i><b>Duration:</b> 3.25h</i><br>
<b>6<span style="color: red;">⛩</span><span style="color: green;"></span></b><br>
<p>Compared to our hike to the Naiku, this segment should be considerably
more leisurely, taking us through the grounds of the Naiku as well as the
surrounding shopping street, and eventually to the bus station near the
aforementioned Isuzugawa Picnic Grounds.</p>
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<p>But first things first. After we reunite with Bea and Brett, we
unanimously opt to kill two birds with one stone by going to a nearby
restaurant first, thus getting tasty lunch while also evading Radian's
fierce rays at noon. Japan doesn't have daylight saving time, so while
12:00 may not be the hottest time of the day, it is still the time at
which you're most likely to get sunburn or sun stroke. Now, in this area
we have our literal pick of restaurants, and eventually decide on one
called Senokuniya (勢乃國屋 "Country of Power Shop"), which also features a
souvenir store on the ground floor - predominantly because it's located
right next to where we met up with Bea and Brett, but also because the
menu standees look quite appetizing to each of us.</p>
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<p>True enough, each of us manages to find a delightful meal in here, with
me going for the Tekone Zenbu (手こね膳風 "Hand-Rubbed Platter Style"), which
features not only one but two regional specialties at the same time: The
first is the eponymous Tekone Sushi that is made from bonito and
hand-rubbed with salt and soy sauce to enhance the flavor. The second is
Ise-Udon, which features a special sauce that has a strong Umami flavor
and is absolutely delicious. After the long walk here, this meal feels
incredibly rewarding. Also, at only 1650 yen (~10€) it's actually really
cheap for both the taste and the location.</p>
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<p>After lunch, we head for the gate of the Naiku, which is pretty hard to
miss. From here on out there are also a lot more people around, mostly
Japanese. The line between worshipers and tourists is probably a bit
blurry here, with me having a foot on either side of that line myself.</p>
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<p>The Naiku covers an areal measuring roughly 70 acres, and thus over three
times the area of the Geku. Again, it is difficult to say exactly where
the borders are due the Shrine grounds seamlessly blending in with the
surrounding forest, but it's definitely significantly bigger. The main
shrine is at the very back, with a total of 5 side shrines spread over the
grounds, one even being on the far side of a little side river.</p>
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<p>Directly behind the outer Torii, we cross above Isuzugawa by means of the
Ujibashi (宇治橋 "Calm Eaves Bridge"), which is traditionally destroyed and
rebuilt every 20 years, because that's Shinto custom. In fact, as far as I
know that much applies to literally every shrine building, so even though
all these buildings might look old and traditional, they are actually
pretty recent, yet still faithfully constructed in the old style. Also,
like everything related to Ise Jingu, this bridge, too, is built of
cypress wood. The wooden pillars jutting out of the water ahead of the
bridge, by the way, are in line with the pillars actual pillars and are
meant to protect the actual bridge from getting hit by floating debris or
trees, which is something that can happen if the weather gets rough.
Remember, this <em>is </em>typhoon and earthquake territory.</p>
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<p>Once on the other shore, the path turns to the right, parallel to the
river and further to the hills, where it leads us through a very spacious
garden, which regrettably offers little shelter from the searing sun. Some
smart Japanese people have thus wisely brought umbrellas along to enjoy a
measure of portable shade.</p>
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<p>Fortunately, our surroundings gradually grow more shady as we make out
way further into the shrine grounds, and by the time we reach the third
Torii - which ironically is named Ichi-no-Torii (一の鳥居 "First Torii"), the
path is completely surrounded by trees.</p>
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<p>Now, normally shrines have a little water trough in which to wash one's
hands and mouth for ritual purposes. However, this shrine one-ups that by
substituting the water trough with the freaking Isuzugawa, the pristine
waters of which are even home to little fish swiftly swimming by. I
suppose this being a sacred river means fishing is prohibited, at least in
the vicinity of the shrine.</p>
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<p>From there, the path weaves through the sacred forest of the shrine...</p>
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<p>...leading us to two side shrines, the first being Takimatsuri-no-Kami
(瀧祭神 "Waterfall Festival God"), and the second one - deeper in the woods -
being Kazahinimi-no-Miya (風日祈宮 "Wind Day Prayer Shrine").</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Standing in the centre of the Naiku, there's the Naiku's Kaguraden, which
once again is a pretty impressive building.</p>
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<p>Beyond that, there's the inner sanctuary, where photography is once again
forbidden, so I can only take a picture from outside. However, as far as I
can tell, it is almost identical to the one of the Geku, both featuring
four rings of walls, with the public only being admitted to the outermost
ring.</p>
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<p>In fact, looking at satellite pictures, I can not only see that the Geku
and Naiku both have almost - but not quite - the same blueprint, but they
are also both aligned in the exact same direction: towards the north.
Also, interestingly there's an open space next to the inner sanctuary of
both the Geku and the Naiku (shown only for the Naiku here), which is
known as the Kodenchi (古殿地 "Old Hall Grounds" = "Previous Sanctuary
Site"). I wonder if they alternate the shrine between these two sites
every time they rebuild it so the shrine can be active with no downtime.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Moving on through the shrine grounds, we pass by a majestic old tree with
a base so wide it encroaches upon the path.</p>
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<p>At the end of that path we find the next side-shrine of the Naiku, this
one being Aramatsuri-no-Miya (荒祭宮 "Wild Festival Shrine").</p>
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<p>And then, there's also a Koi pond, which harbors Koi in maybe not all,
but at least <em>several </em>colors of the rainbow.</p>
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<p>The last two side shrines of the Naiku are Ooyamazumi Jinja (大山祇神社 "Great
Mountain God Shrine") and Koyasu Jinja (子安神社 "Child Safety Shrine"), which
are almost all the way back at the entrance to the Naiku. In fact, these
two are where you'll end up with if you go straight after crossing the
bridge instead of turning to the right.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>After that, we leave the Naiku behind and now make our way back through
the shopping street, which by now has become quite busy.</p>
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<p>Keeping our eyes open there, we can spot quite a few interesting shops
and displays, such as this rack of Shinjushio Saidaa (真珠塩サイダー "Pearl Salt
Lemonade"), which has a backstory that rivals the display in terms of
curiousness: Apparently, this is a local specialty made by boiling sea
water with pearls in them, which ostensibly causes the surface layer of
the pearls to dissolve and form pearl salt. This is said to be good for
beauty, and thus obviously warrants a price of 300¥ for a bottle of only
250ml. That's almost three times of what that fruit drink from the
Jidouhanbaiki cost me. By the way, the signs read "This is a display,
product sold inside the store".</p>
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<p>Next is a store selling Katana Karaage ("Katana Fried Chicken"), which is
basically a normal fried chicken skewer, but with a cardboard katana guard
near the bottom. I love it! It's such a simple thing to do, and with very
little investment you got yourself a kiddie magnet.</p>
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<p>And the curiosities don't stop! Next, there's a shop that features little
monkey statues placed seemingly at random on its roof, and in perfectly
natural poses too so you have to look twice to make sure they're not
actual real monkeys...</p>
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<p>...followed by a tofu shop that features a fox on its sign. Remember,
Inari-Age - that is, sweet fried tofu - is said to be the favorite snack
of foxes.</p>
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<p>Eventually, we reach the northern end of the shopping street...</p>
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<p>...and from there on proceed back to the central station of Ise by bus.
Conveniently, we can use our IC cards just fine in here too, so there's no
need to worry too much about tickets or fares. In fact, Bea and Brett
already successfully tried that out on the way here.</p>
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<p>With that, our visit to Ise Jingu is complete. However, since there's
still daylight left, we still have time to do one more thing today. As a
result, I have one more story to tell for this day, namely one...</p>
<p><br>
</p>
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<h4><span style="color: orange;">Of Married Rocks<br>
</span></h4>
<p>At the station, we consult the tourist info for what would be a good
nearby thing to see at this already kinda advanced hour. They suggest a
locale a bit outside of the city, but thankfully directly connected by a
bus line from the station, so we next find ourselves waiting at one of the
several bus stops here, curiously with a little Snoopy & Charlie Brown
plushie randomly lying on the bench.</p>
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<p>Shortly thereafter, we're on our way out to Meotoiwa Higashiguchi (夫婦岩東口
"Married Rocks East Entrance"), which is a bit further out than we've been
on any of our strays thus far has taken us. If we were to walk the
shortest route from the central station it would only be a little more
than 8km and thus shorter than our stray earlier today, but since we don't
have a lot of time to get there before sunset, the bus is the preferable
option for now. Curiously, the bus starts out by going to the nearby
Ujiyamada station, and then doing a honor lap almost all the way back to
the central station before heading off towards the east.</p>
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<p>The bus ride takes us past a number of shrines and temples that I sadly
won't get the chance to visit, and out into the more rural parts of Ise.
Make no mistake, though: There's still a lot more houses here than in <em>true
</em>rural areas. The ratio of fields-to-houses is still somewhere
around 1-to-1 at best. We also cross over Isuzugawa again, which by this
point has grown to over four times the width that it was near the Naiku.</p>
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<p>By the time we get off the bus, it's already getting dark, the sun having
set behind the high hills already. The bus stop is right outside Ise Sea
Paradise, which also bears the name of Kaijuu Oukoku (海獣<span class="text">王
国</span> "Marine Animal Kingdom", not to be confused with 怪獣王国, which is
pronounced exactly the same but translates to "Monster Kingdom", hooray
for homophones!).</p>
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<p>At this point, I don't know exactly what to expect from the Meoto Iwa,
since I don't know anything about them apart from the pictures that were
shown to us at the tourist info. From those, however, I already assumed
that it would be something shrine-related, and as we walk down the path
towards the cape a bright red Torii confirms as much.</p>
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<p>In fact, there's <em>several</em> interesting shrines here, the first
one being Ryuuguusha (龍宮社 "Dragon Shrine Shrine"), which features a pair
of dragon guardians in addition to the Komainu guardians that are standard
to many non-Inari shrines. There's also a draconic waterspout to really
sell the theme.</p>
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<p>As we reach the spit of the cape, we come face to face with the objective
of this little last excursion: Meoto Iwa. Consisting of two rocks that are
joined by a thick Shimenawa (標縄 "Sign Rope", a rope used to cordon off
sacred areas in Shinto), as well as a little Torii on top of the bigger
rock, it honestly does not look all that impressive until the setting sun
hits it at just the right angle. At low tide, you can actually walk over
to the rocks, while at high tide - such as we have now - you get to see
them completely surrounded by the waters of the bay. The two married rocks
represent the union between the heavenly deities Izanagi and Izanami,
meaning that between this, Toyokawa Akane Inari Jinja, Sarutahiko Jinja
and the Naiku, I have now covered five of the seven Ookami in one day.</p>
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<p>Immediately nearby, there's a pair of very froggy shrines: Hinokami
(日の神 "Sun God") - which I assume is built in such a way that you can see
the sun rise between the rocks from that point at the time of the summer
solstice - and Futami Okitama Jinja (二見興玉神社 "Twin View Pleasure Jewel
Shrine"), which features most of the frogs and an array of frog
waterspouts.</p>
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<p>There's also a jetty jutting out a bit into the sea here. Curiously, this
one features a fence which looks to be made of wood at first glance, but
an open post reveals that it is actually made from plastic. I suppose that
<em>does</em> handle the humidity better.</p>
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<p>From the point of the jetty, I am not only able to get a nice panorama
shot of the bay, with Meoto Iwa in the distance...</p>
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<p>...but I am also able to capture a beautiful sunset over the Ise bay as
the sun briefly peeks out in the gap between the clouds and the horizon,
thus also bathing Meoto Iwa in aforementioned beautiful sunset light.</p>
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<p>As we head back to the bus stop, we notice a pair of giant sea shells
from Okinawa on display next to one of the buildings here...</p>
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<p>...and going back the way we came, we suddenly find ourselves witnessing
a migration of tiny crabs skittering across the path towards the sea.</p>
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<p>Oh, and on the way back to the bus station I also note that naturally the
Meoto Iwa area also has its own manhole cover design, featuring the rising
sun behind the rocks. I couldn't find a colored version of that one, but
I'm sure if someone were to spend a bit of time walking around this area
they'd be able to find one somewhere.</p>
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<p>Since we're not clear on whether the bus that we planned to take back is
already the last one for the day, we arrive at the bus stop with some time
to spare. Conveniently, there's a little Buddhist site known as Koujizou
Daibosatsu (江地蔵大菩薩 "Bay Jizou Great Bodhisattva") literally right next to
the bus stop, so we can have a look at that. This little amalgamate of
Jizou and Bodhisattva statues curiously also features a number of stone
pigeons on one of the low roofs.</p>
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<p>The bus actually is a bit late, which makes us somewhat nervous, but
eventually it does arrive after all. By now, we're already well into dusk.</p>
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<p>As such, there isn't terribly much to see along the way, apart from dark
fields, rivers, and the lights of the city. Naturally the route also takes
us past the Ujiyamada station for the third time today.</p>
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<p>Dark though it may already be, it is actually only 18:45 by now. But even
so, we figure this is as good a time as any to go and get something to
eat. We stray around for a bit, passing up a Gyoza place that our host
recommended due to the fiendishly long waiting list (in some food places
in Japan, rather than waiting in line you have to put your name on a
waiting list and then get to sit (or stand) around near the store until
your name is called). Instead, we find a little ramen store a bit further
down the line...</p>
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<p>...where each of us orders a tasty bowl of ramen. I for myself go for the
Tamago Ramen (卵拉麺 "Egg Crushed Noodles"), which is a personal favorite of
mine. Curiously, sometime during our meal - around 19:30 - a while class
of students comes in, looking like they just came from school. And in
fact, that may very well be the case, since there's a cram school just on
the other side of the road, and yes, cram school classes <em>do</em> run
this late in Japan. Being a student is tough in this country.</p>
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<p>After that, we return home to our Airbnb and make plans for what to do
from here on out. Sadly, it turns out we'd end up doing...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Separate Strays<br>
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<p> <i><b>15-Sep-2023</b></i></p>
<p>We are now five days into our joint exploration of Japan, and for reasons
that are <em>completely</em> beyond me, Bea and Brett are thoroughly fed
up with daily kilometer-long strays and visiting dozens of shrines and
temples. Also, they are not very amused about how our Airbnb turned out.
On top of that, they feel like our time in Kyoto was way too short, and
have lingering regrets about not seeing enough stuff there, and that is
something I can completely relate to. I mean, I've now been in Kyoto for a
total of three weeks now, and even I have barely seen half of what that
city has to offer, and nothing of nearby Osaka and the other places
around.</p>
<p>So, being the faithful followers of the god of Yolo that they are, they
subsequently decide to spontaneously take the Tokkyuu back to Kyoto and
wing it from there, planning to meet up with us on our next stop.
Logistically, this is not a problem. The Tokkyuu - while a bit more
expensive than the local trains - runs from Ise to Kyoto in just over 2
hours, and from there to our next stop they can take the Shinkansen, which
- while kinda expensive - is also one of those typical Japan experiences
that is nice to have made. The sad part here is that this means they also
skip out on the epic and adventurous next leg of the journey that I
planned, but that is their decision to make.</p>
<p>Meanwhile, I need to spend some time taking care of mid-journey chores.
Not knowing exactly how long that will keep me busy, Robert and I agree to
meet up in front of the Ise station later today, which frees him up to do
a hike up a hill the name of which consists predominantly of the letter
"A", namely Asamayama (朝熊山 "Morning Bear Mountain"), using the nearby
station of Asama as his starting point. Interestingly, I <em>did</em>
have that one on the list of potential bonus round destinations for what
we could do after the Naiku, but seeing how bad I felt about making Brett
go up Inariyama already (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2023/12/book-v-chapter-22-nara-nearby.html">Book
V ~ Chapter 22 ~ Nara & Nearby</a>), I chose not to bring it up.
Another interesting point is that Asamayama is almost directly to the east
of the Naiku, and almost directly to the south of Meoto Iwa.</p>
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<p>Thus, this is our own little version of the breaking of the fellowship,
and as Bea and Brett depart for Kyoto once more and Robert heads for the
hills, I stay behind in the Airbnb to make myself...</p>
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<h4><span style="color: orange;">A Modest Morning<br>
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<p>Now, the first of the things I have to take care of is laundry. Having
planned to do laundry in the middle of the trip, I wisely made sure to
pick an Airbnb that featured that option, and so it is that after four
years I get to use a Japanese washing machine again. Our host kindly
explains to me how to use this particular model, which is as simple s
putting in the laundry, sprinkling a bit of "Toppu" detergent over it, and
then pushing the right button.</p>
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<p>In the meantime, I go back to my sewing kit and my backpack. I did do
makeshift repairs on it back at the Sakurai station, and those lasted me
until here, but now I want to make sure I get it really fixed up. As such,
I soon start stitching and do not stop until I'm all out of orange thread,
and my backpack looks much the better for my efforts.</p>
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<p>By the time I finish stitching up my backpack's straps, the washing
machine is all done, and I can proceed to hanging up the laundry on
aforementioned roofed balcony, which is actually a pretty great place to
put it. With the temperatures and the sunlight shining in through the
acrylic glass roof, the laundry will be dry in no time, and there's no
need to worry about it getting wet from rain. The only problem is that the
amount of hangers is a little too low for both Robert's and my laundry, so
I have to get a little bit creative to get it all hung up, but I manage.</p>
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<p>On top of all that, I also need a little time to update my stray map and
the shrine list, and by the time I'm done with it all, it's already noon.
That's a morning spent productively, but now it's time to go out and find
some shrines, and possibly lunch. Having been to the east of our stay
place quite a lot, I determine to set out west this time, which should
eventually end up with me...</p>
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<h4><span style="color: orange;">Ranging the Riverside<br>
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<i><b>Distance:</b> 11.3km</i><br>
<i><b>Ascents:</b> 60m</i><br>
<i><b>Duration:</b> 4.25h</i><br>
<b>29<span style="color: red;">⛩</span> (10🦊); 3<span style="color: blue;">卍</span>;
0/1<span style="color: green;">🎁︎</span></b><br>
<p>This stray should take me generally east... naturally while also allowing
me to seek out all nearby Inari shrines in hopes of finding foxes there.
As a result, it's just a little bit zig-zaggy. Upon finally reaching the
river I eventually come across a nice little place to have lunch at, and
then proceed north along the river for a little bit before I start heading
west into the city. From there, I go where the shrines take me, which
eventually causes me o make a sharp turn towards the north that should
prove very rewarding. After that, I head more or less straight for the
station, and after not encountering Robert there just yet drop by the
nearby Ujiyamada station for the fourth time since coming here before
returning back to the central station to wait there for Robert.</p>
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<p>For once, I set out at the crack of noon. Radian is once again burning
down quite mercilessly, so I make sure to put on plenty of sunscreen.</p>
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<p>Since it's about lunchtime, I do keep an eye out for interesting places
to grab a bite to eat. This store catches my eye right away, but it turns
out it only sells bread and sandwiches, which is not really what I want to
eat on a Japan vacation. So I scamper on in search of something more
Japanese. The meaning of the name of this place (とげつ堂 Togetsudou) is not
wholly clear since the first three syllables are written with hiragana
instead of Kanji, but my best guess is that it means "Something Moon
Hall". Also, if you look closely you can see the name written again on the
utility pole to the left. That's actually a common way to advertise in
Japan, with the ability to read top-to-bottom making these vertical spaces
quite suitable for this purpose.</p>
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<p>My search for a place to eat should remain fruitless for a while.
Instead, I come across a bunch of shrines as well as one temple. Much to
my delight, one shrine is an Inari shrine that features foxes, but more
unusually, the temple's entrance is adorned by a diagonal tree which is
just low enough that European-sized people such as myself have to duck in
order to enter.</p>
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<p>Another thing I find is a discount Jidouhanbaiki. These can be found in
quite a lot of places if you keep your eyes open, and sell all drinks for
only 100¥ instead of the usual 120¥ or 130¥.</p>
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<p>Well, <em>almost</em> all drinks, that is. Fancy drinks like the
Godzilla III Energy drink still sell at a premium, but the majority of
drinks costs only 100¥.</p>
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<p>Next, I come across a place that sells Taiyaki, which is definitely
Japanese, but more of a snack than a meal, so I pass that place by too and
continue.</p>
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<p>Subsequently, I walk past the Uraguchichou Bochi (浦口町墓地 "Bay Mouth Town
Cemetery"), which is built upon a mount in an impressive array of
terraces. In fact, many Japanese cemeteries can be found covering the
hillside near temples. The temple from which this particular cemetery
"originates", however, is located on the far side of the hill, so I should
not get to see it.</p>
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<p>Another thing I notice is that a disproportionately large number of
houses here in Ise feature rich blue roofs. It's not really many, only
maybe 1 in 20 or so, but they <em>do</em> stand out. I don't think I've
seen anything like this anywhere else in Japan either.</p>
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<p>Moving on, many more shrines and some temples await me. Several of the
shrines are in blissfully shady areas, though the downside to that is that
insects tend to congregate in these cool areas as well, so I end up
getting bitten quite a lot despite wearing insect-repellent. Anyway, a few
of these shrines pretty clearly belong to Ise Jingu, and one of the
temples is actually more of a ruin than an active place of worship.</p>
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<p>As I continue making my way roughly into the direction of the river, I
come across a plot of land where someone apparently took the term "solar
farm" too literally and put his solar panels in a corral...</p>
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<p>...and also a parking lot where someone saw fit to block off a row of
parking spaces with cute animal road blocks.</p>
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<p>Climbing a nearby rise, I finally catch my first glimpse of the nearby
river...</p>
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<p>...but much more importantly, I finally come across a place to have lunch
at: The Kafe Miyagawa Terasu (カフェ宮川テラス "Cafe Shrine River Terrace").
Looking kinda nondescript, most tourists would probably walk right by this
place (or much more likely never even get to this part of town), but since
I can read at least basic Japanese, I am instantly drawn in by the red
flag on which big, friendly letters promise an Oishii Ranchi (おいしい ランチ
"Tasty Lunch"). Also, the big Torii right next to the Cafe probably helped
reel me in.</p>
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<p>This turns out to be a cozy little place run by a pair of nice ladies.
They even have Kitsune Udon on their menu, though when I try to order that
the lady serving quickly checks with the other lady, and then
apologetically tells me that sadly they have run out of Inari-age for the
dish. So instead I end up ordering Ise-Udon once again. It <em>is</em>
the local specialty after all, and as tasty today as it was yesterday.
Also, I gulp down quite a lot of glasses of complimentary cold water.</p>
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<p>Much to my surprise, the ladies also hand out a round of small bits of
cake with cream for everyone in the Cafe, which is only a handful of
people other than me. In Japanese, freebies like these are occasionally
given away, and are referred to as Saabisu (サービス "Service").</p>
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<p>With a full belly and a body temperature that is probably a few degrees
cooler than at my arrival, I proceed to the next thing on my agenda,
namely checking out the nearby shrine as advertised by aforementioned
Torii. This one bears the kinda long name of Matsui Mago Uemonsha (松井孫右衛門社
"Pine Well Grandchild Right Defense Gate Shrine"), and the most striking
feature of it is the avenue leading closer to the river, because as it
turns out the actual shrine is tiny. It does have an additional tiny Inari
shrine nearby though.</p>
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<p>Afterwards I finally reach Miyagawa, where I witness a group of people
bringing in sacks of hay from the mown meadows at the riverside. Also,
from this perspective I get a nice view of the hills and mountains in the
distance.</p>
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<p>From there, I follow Miyagawa downstream for a while, walking along a
lovely green walk atop the dam near the riverbank.</p>
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<p>This particular stretch of land near the riverside is actually park known
as Miyagawa Tsutsumi Kouen (宮川堤公園 "Shrine River Bank Park"), and is famous
for its many cherry trees, some of which even feature little shrines
beneath them. Among the types of cherry trees on this riverbank are the
Somei Yoshino (染井吉野 "Colored Well Lucky Field") - also known as the
Yoshino Cherry and the most well-known and popular type of Japanese cherry
trees - the Shidare Zakura (枝垂桜 "Weeping Cherry"), as well as the Yama
Zakura (山桜 "Mountain Cherry"). One of the shrines is in fact located right
next to the charred remains of a cherry tree that was struck by lightning,
and, as chance would have it, Bea and Brett actually have been to this
particular tree just the day before while Robert and I were hiking to the
Naiku.</p>
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<p>Eventually, I leave the river behind and head back east through the quiet
streets of Ise.</p>
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<p>Naturally that also means I run into quite a lot of shrines again, some
of which look like they belong to the Ise Jingu as well. I also come
across a real rarity: A tiny Hachiman shrine. This is unusual, because
unlike Inari shrines - which are tiny more often than not - Hachiman
shrines are usually quite big and lavish.</p>
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<p>My route also happens to lead me straight through a very narrow alley.
Definitely won't have to worry about cars here. But then again, since this
is Japan, I generally don't have to worry about cars on most of the side
roads.</p>
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<p>Case in point: Look at a side street of any western city and count the
cars there, both parked and moving. Then compare that with how Japanese
side streets typically look like.</p>
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<p>Eventually, just a little bit past the northernmost point of my stray, I
happen across a hidden little gem: Okisa Inari Jinja (於喜佐稲荷神社 "At Rejoice
Help Inari Shrine"), which features not only a very rare tunnel of
uncolored Torii, but also a notable number of foxes not only at its main
building, but also both of its tiny little side shrines. This is notable
enough for me to consider it a Bronze Fox Shrine.</p>
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<p>Incidentally, by now I have ventured out far enough that individual
corners of land are still covered by agriculture. I can only imagine that
the acute corner of this field must be pretty hard to harvest, even with
the cute little rice harvesting machines that typically work these fields.
</p>
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<p>By now, it's already 15:00, and since I'm not sure anymore whether I
agreed to meet with Robert in front of the station at 15:30 or 16:30, I
figure it's time to make a beeline for that, just in case. However, I
still take the time to briefly stop by the occasional shrines, which is
why I find this little Inari shrine where the resident foxes have been
blessed offerings in the form of tasty Aburaage, sake, and even some cake.</p>
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<p>Since I'm a bit pressed for time now, I abandon my usual habit of snaking
through the back roads in favor of following a bigger road that even
features sidewalks, and curiously trees in bloom, even though it's
September. Also, once again, take note of the relative absence of cars
here.</p>
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<p>Along the way I walk by a sign advertising a cutely named English school
advertising with native English speakers as teachers. This advertisement
is not necessarily directed at children, by the way, since English schools
are also a popular place for Japanese women to hook up with foreigners.
Knowing that much, the name of this school totally gets a totally
different sort of innuendo.</p>
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<p>I manage to reach the railroad station just in time for the earlier
possible meetup time at 15:30... or at least I <em>would</em> have if not
for the railroad crossing closing up right in front of my nose. Luckily
here in Japan the barriers don't stay down for all that long.</p>
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<p>Fortunately it turns out that the meeting time was apparently 16:30, so I
have about an hour or so left. I spend that by straying over to the
Ujiyamada station, because I actually just realized this morning that I
accidentally pocketed the log of the Geocache hidden there, so I better
return that now before we move on to the next city tomorrow. On the way
back from there I pass through a little unnamed Shoutengai, which is not
any more busy than the Takayanagi Shoutengai. Guess the Green Shnolz
really did a number on these places. Friday afternoon should normally be a
reasonably busy time, methinks.</p>
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<p>Another thing I find on my way back is the legendary 14G baseball, which
was placed here in honor of Eiji Sawamura (栄治沢村 "Honorable Reign Swamp
Village"), a legendary baseball pitcher who pitched the first no-hitter in
Japanese pro baseball. He might have had a promising career, hat he not
been drafted to fight in WW2 and killed in action near the end of the war
when the ship he was on was torpedoed off the coast of Taiwan. To this
day, the Eiji Sawamura award is annually awarded to the most valuable
pitcher of both Japanese baseball leagues.</p>
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After that, I return back to the Ise central station where I wait for
Robert. He arrives not long thereafter, and then the two of us embark on yet
another stray, which would result in some...<br>
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<h4><span style="color: orange;">Konbu Killjoy<br>
</span></h4>
<i><b>Distance:</b> 4.7km</i><br>
<i><b>Ascents:</b> 10m</i><br>
<i><b>Duration:</b> 1.75h</i><br>
<b>5<span style="color: red;">⛩</span> (3🦊); 1<span style="color: blue;">卍</span><span
style="color: green;"></span></b><br>
<p>While looking up things to do around Ise, Robert found a Konbu store that
offers workshops for how to make various things out of Konbu - that is,
edible kelp. Since that sounds like a fun and unusual activity that is
also typically Japanese, we decided to go there together this afternoon,
which is what we set out to do now. The way there should lead me past the
Ujiyamada station for the fifth time now, and then east into a part of
town that we only crossed by bus before. In fact, the Konbu store is
located directly at the corner of a junction where the bus to Meoto-Iwa
took a left. And after visiting the Konbu store we should head west,
crossing my earlier stray, and then south, heading for a Yakizakana (焼き魚
"Grilled Fish") place that I spied out on my very first place and which
Robert expressed an interest in. After that, we head back to our Airbnb
with minimal detours.</p>
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<p>As we start out second stray today, the sun is already kinda low in the
sky. We still have about an hour or so of daylight left, but the shadows
are already stretching eagerly towards the eastern horizon.</p>
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<p>Making our way through the streets, I realize that lifelike animal
statues on roofs seem to be another thing of this area. Or how else would
you explain first the monkeys, then the pigeons, and now a pair of <em>extremely</em>
lifelike hawks. These are even painted to the point where its impossible
to tell if they're fake, or just perching really, really still.</p>
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<p>Eventually, our stray takes us to the Kendou 102-Ban (県道102号 "Prefectural
Road N°102"), which is one of the few named roads in Japan. Also, despite
being one of the major roads here, it still doesn't feature a lot of
traffic. Also, no parking cars.</p>
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<p>It is precisely 17:00 by the time we reach the Konbu shop, and annoyingly
I forgot to take a picture of it, so here's one from Google. Also, do note
that this house once again features those brilliant blue shingles on its
roof.</p>
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<p>Once inside, however, we're in for a dose of disappointment. Turns out
that while that store is open until 18:00, the last Konbu workshop would
have started at 17:00. We're only a minute or so too late, but that's the
thing about Japanese punctuality, it can work in your favor, or against
it. And in this case it works against us, since the people running the
workshop have already begun to pack up since no one showed up by 17:00,
so, no Konbu workshop for us. Joke's on them, though, since that meant
they just alienated a pair of customers willing to pay good money for
that. Oh well...</p>
<p>At least that gives us enough daylight on the way back to drop by some
more shrines and temples, one of which even features a big cow statue. I
feel bad for Robert though. I can literally live on shrines and temples
here, but I bet Robert would have enjoyed the change of pace. Also, it
would have been an interesting story to tell here, and a nice souvenir to
bring home and share with my other friends and father.</p>
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<p>Oh well, I suppose I can still make up for it with some tasty dinner. And
no, with that I do <em>not</em> mean Japan Standard Pizza.</p>
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<p>By now, we're walking pretty much exactly west, and are as such headed
straight for the presently occurring sunset.</p>
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<p>Since Robert is a little bit footsore from his hike up Asamayama (which
he tells me was a little bit monotone, since all of the trail, as well as
the summit was covered in trees, so he didn't even get a good view of the
surrounding landscape), we're pretty much making a beeline for
aforementioned Yakizakana place. But along the way we also randomly pass
by the sake bar with The Shortest Name, Shorter Than Any Other Name <strong>EVER</strong>™.
That place is simply called え ("E").</p>
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<p>Meanwhile, we are headed for the nearby Mangaichi Shokudou (まんがいち食堂
"One-in-ten-thousand Canteen"), the flags outside of which announce read
"Eigyouchuu" (営業中 "Open for Business") and aforementioned "Yakizakana".</p>
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<p>And good things these flags are there, because without them we probably
would have assumed it to be closed, because there are no people inside
either. But we take heart and step in, and find ourselves inside a typical
Shokudou, which means that instead of sitting at a table you put together
a tray of foods that are on display at a counter and then pay for that
right there.</p>
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<p>There's plenty of stuff to pick from in little dishes, and so we can
pretty much arrange ourselves a little Kaiseki all of our own, and we
still only pay a little over a thousand yen per nose. Also, much to my
delight Natto is an option here, so naturally I pick a bowl of that to put
on my rice. There's also free water and Mugicha (麦茶 "Barley Tea"), which
is really not my favorite. I didn't like it the last time I was in Japan,
and it turns out I still don't like it now, so I only have that one glass
before switching over to water.</p>
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<p>"But wait!" you may say, "where's the advertised grilled fish?". Well,
funny story, that. Turns out that the grilled fish is where this deviates
from a normal Shokudou, since that is something you order and which is
prepared fresh. How that works is that there's a number of "placeholder
plates" which only have a piece of paper with the fish in question on
them. You take those to the cashier, pay for it, and then you can already
start eating your ready-to-eat dishes while waiting for the fish, which is
later brought to your table. It's actually quite a clever system, with the
only downside being that the fish names are naturally in Japanese, so what
we order actually comes as a bit of a surprise. However, in the end both
of us are quite satisfied with the fish that we get.</p>
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<p>After that satisfying dinner, all that's left is the way back to the
Airbnb through the darkening streets. By the way, while we've been doing
our thing here today, Bea and Brett have been all the way to Himeji Castle
and also visited the Imperial palace in Kyoto, so they sure had a busy day
themselves.</p>
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<p>With that, our stay here in Ise is slowly but surely coming to end end.
Time for...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Retrospective</span></h3>
<p>Though the upstairs would normally be shared with other guests, we had it
more or less to ourselves. The rooms were a bit small, but that's normal
for Japan, and really, at least I for my tail don't need that much if I'm
gonna spend most of the day outside anyways. However, the futons were a
little bit hard, so that's a bit of a downer. Food was not included, but
there were basic kitchen supplies and some tea available that I helped
myself to on the morning where I had to take care of laundry and sewing.
The place was also nice and quiet, and Masako was a very kind host, making
me feel right at home. We had a shared bathroom and showers outside of our
rooms, as well as a washing machine we could use free of charge. The place
also had shopping options nearby, and was not too far away from a station.
The WiFi worked, as did the AC, which was really important with these hot
temperatures. However, the price was a little bit above what I feel that
much was worth, costing us 3,350¥ per night and nose. Altogether, this was
definitely a good place, though, if a little cut below the Ryokan Kosen in
Nara.</p>
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<p>So much for that. Now, all that's left is...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Road Ahead</span></h3>
<p>The next day we should embark on our epic trip from Ise to Shizuoka (静岡
"Silent Hill"), taking a route that is spectacularly unconventional, and
as such definitely deserving of a chapter of its own. As such, I'm gonna
cover it in the next chapter of the Travelling Fox Blog, so look forward
to that. And until then, be of great cheer!<br>
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<p><a name="7_23_top"> </a><i><b>13-Sep-2023<br>
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<p><b>Table of Contents</b></p>
<ul>
<li><a href="#7_23_to_station">The Shriny Southern Station Stray</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_23_segment_1">South to Sakurai</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_23_sakurai_stopover">The Stitchy Sakurai Stopover</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_23_segment_2">Through the Mountains</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_23_segment_3">Beside the Bay</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_23_to_accommodation">Ice in Ise</a></li>
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<p>Our schedule for this particular Japan journey is tightly packed, and so
it is that after only two short days in Nara and Kyoto, we already have to
depart towards our next destination. That destination is the
historic city of Ise (伊勢 "That One Energy"), and our trip there will take
us across the Ki'i-Sanchi (紀伊山地 "Chronicle That One Mountainous Region")
and close to the Ise-Wan (伊勢湾 "That One Energy Bay"). Along the way, we
have to change trains twice, first in Sakurai (桜井 "Cherry Well"), and then
again in Ise-Nakagawa (伊勢中川 "That One Energy Middle River").</p>
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<p>Here's the breakdown of our trip today:</p>
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<li>From Kyoubate to Sakurai with the JR Sakurai Line</li>
<li>From Sakurai to Ise-Nakagawa with the Kintetsu Osaka Line Express</li>
<li>From Ise-Nakagawa to Ise with the Kintetsu Yamada Line Express</li>
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<p>But before we leave, we enjoy yet one more amazing Ryokan breakfast...</p>
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<p>...and then we're off, leaving the Ryokan behind, and facing our first
sunny day in Japan. Regrettably, that also means it's gonna be even hotter
today.</p>
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<p>First off, we have to reach the station, and since we've all already been
to the Nara station a couple of times now, I figure, hey, why not do
something different this time around? As such, I take the opportunity to
make even this obligatory trip a little bit more exciting and fruitful,
which brings us to...<br>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Shriny Southern Station Stray</span></h3>
<i><b>Distance:</b> 1.9km</i><br>
<i><b>Ascents:</b> 10m</i><br>
<i><b>Duration:</b> 1.25h</i><br>
<strong>12<span style="color: red;">⛩</span> (3🦊); 9<span style="color: blue;">卍</span></strong><br>
<p>Instead of the Nara station, we're heading to the Kyoubate (京終 "Capital
End") station, which is located to the south, and only a little bit
further from the Ryokan than the Nara station. This has the advantage that
we get to see a little bit more of Nara, and naturally I already checked
the map so I know there's gonna be a bunch of temples and shrines along
the way, which should prove culturally interesting.</p>
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<p>For starters, just on the far side of Saursawa-Ike, we already come
across a curiosity in the form of the Isagawa Jizouson ("Ratio River
Jizo"), which is a little boat full of Jizo sitting in the middle of a
little stream under a bridge.</p>
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<p>From there, we proceed south through quiet and idyllic back roads...</p>
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<p>...and before long pass by a good number of shrines...</p>
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<p>...a couple of more temples...</p>
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<p>...as well as a few more Jizo.</p>
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<p>One that is particularly unusual is the Mannaoshi Jizouson (まんなおし地蔵尊
"Mannaoshi Jizo"). For starters, the main part of its name is written in
Hiragana instead of Kanji, so its meaning is is unclear. For example, it
could mean 万直し ("Ten-Thousand Repairs") or 満直衣 ("Full Everyday Robes"), or
something else entirely (cuz Japanese is full of homonyms). Then, it is
located behind a green parking lot, features a pair of Tanuki statues, and
as I approach it I am welcomed by a cat who looks like Jamie's long-lost
brother who was abducted to China as a kitten and had to live a tough life
on the roads of Shanghai until he was taken in by a travelling Buddhist
monk from Japan who took him to Nara and taught him the ways of peace and
harmony, which ultimately led to him watching over this little Jizo in
anticipation of my eventual arrival as revealed to him by the higher
powers of karma... or not.</p>
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<p>While continuing on southwards, we come past a block of apartments the
owner of which apparently forgot to run spellcheck before registering the
final name of the building...</p>
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<p>...and also a Bento shop, which I had originally looked up on the map for
us to buy a Bento each for the ride. However, as we arrive it seems like
this might not be a place where you can just walk in and buy stuff. I
mean, it does say "Bento" on the store front, but there's no menu or price
list outside, or any of the characteristic "open for business" flags or
signs that Japanese stores traditionally feature. Inside, there's a person
shifting goods, and he doesn't take any note of us, so I figure that
whatever the reason, we're not going to get any Bento here. Oh well.</p>
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<p>Anyway, by now we have reached the Kyoubate station, where I take some
time to get Bea and Brett acquainted with the intricacies of the Japanese
railway system.</p>
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<p>We don't have to wait long before a train arrives, and just like that
we're bound...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">South to Sakurai</span></h3>
<i><b>Ride Duration:</b> 30min</i><br>
<i><b>Approximate Distance:</b> 18km</i><br>
<i><b>Average Speed:</b> 36km/h</i><br>
<p>The ride to Sakurai takes us almost exactly south the Nara valley past
the stations of Obitoke (帯解 "Unraveled Belt"), Ichinomoto (櫟本 "Charcoal
Oak Origin"), Tenri (天理 "Rule of Heaven"), Nagara (長柄 "Long Handle"),
Yanagimoto (柳本 "Willow Origin"), Makimuku (巻向 "Scroll Direction") and Miwa
(三輪 "Three Wheels"), the list of which already nicely demonstrates the
tendency of Japanese place names to be both picturesque and consisting of
two Kanji, which at over 2000 Kanji makes for upwards of 5 million
possible unique place names. Also note that parallel and about 5km to the
west of the JR line that we are taking runs the Kintetsu line, which is a
private railway company in these parts.</p>
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<p>The train to Sakurai is a typical JR local train with lengthwise seats
and a driver's compartment that one can look into from behind, which makes
this a perfect example of the typical Japanese local train, the likes of
which I have used through much of my earlier travels in Japan. There's
also not many people riding it, which is also typical for these more rural
lines.</p>
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<p>And yet another typical thing is the fare display, which falls into the
"logical, but hard to get without an explanation"-category. Basically,
this displays the fare that you have to pay if you get off at the next
station, based on the station where you got in. So if you got in on the
first stop, you have to pay the fare in the first panel, if you got in at
the second stop, you have to pay the fare in the second panel, and so on.
That means the display changes with each stop, another panel appearing at
the end, and the prices in the previous panels increase accordingly.
Nowadays, this is mostly unnecessary, since most people travel by using
IC-cards, where you tag on at the station you get on and tag off at the
station you get off, and the correct fare is automatically deducted.
However, in some trains (so called Wanman ( ワンマン "One Man") trains) that
operate in remote rural parts of Japan, as well as rural buses, people
actually have to queue at the front door and pay the driver before getting
off, showing them a slip with the number of the station they got in which
is dispensed by little machines near the door. Easy if you're used to it,
but kinda tricky to understand otherwise.</p>
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<p>As for the ride itself, apart from taking us through aforementioned towns
and cities, it also passes through quite a few rural stretches which
gradually become more common the further south we ride. And since this is
Japan, "rural stretches" translates to "mostly rice fields, with maybe a
few bushes and forests in between". For the most part, though, the
Japanese flatlands are rice fields all the way, with shrubbery and forests
being confined to hills and mountains. Soil erosion is not a problem since
the rice fields are typically all covered with water. As a matter of fact,
the harvest season is pretty much upon us, so I wouldn't be surprised to
see some of them cute little rice harvesting machines at work at some
point during our travels. Also, looking out front you can clearly see that
the Japanese regional trains use narrow gauge tracks.</p>
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<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-23-017_Kyobate_to_Sakuari.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>One short trip later, we arrive at Sakurai, which is where we transfer
over from the JR network to the Kintetsu network.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>It is also here that a little interlude takes place, which I am going to
remember as...<br>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Stitchy Sakurai Stopover<br>
</span></h3>
<p>With how much my trusty backpack has been through, it was only a matter
of time until it suffered a critical malfunction. That time finally
arrived on the train to Sakurai.</p>
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<p>Fortunately, we're in Japan, which means two things:</p>
<ol>
<li>There's a Konbini at every crossover station</li>
<li>The Konbini sells all sorts of things, including sewing supplies</li>
</ol>
<p>As such, I have no problem acquiring an emergency sewing kit right here
and now in Sakurai.</p>
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<p>And so, with a bit of skill and effort I am able to utilize the layover
time here in Sakurai to get my backpack's strap back from "quite broken"
to maybe not "good as new" but still definitely "good enough".</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Also, since we've still not had lunch yet, our collective trip to the
Konbini also included one Bento for each. Naturally, I go for one that
features tasty Inari Sushi. Cheap though it may be, it's still better than
most Sushi you can get in Germany.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Curiously, there's also an unusual Jidouhanbaiki (自動販売機 "Autonomous
Trading Machine" = "Vending Machine") nearby, and while drink vending
machines are a very, very common sight in Japan, this one is of a much
rarer type, selling Gyoza.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>Anyway, after a layover of 45 minutes, which was just enough to fix my
backpack, eat lunch and have a bit of a look around, our connecting train
arrives.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>This one should subsequently take us...</p>
<p><br>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Through the Mountains</span></h3>
<i><b>Ride Duration:</b> 1.25h</i><br>
<i><b>Approximate Distance:</b> 68km</i><br>
<i><b>Average Speed:</b> 54km/h</i><br>
<p>This next leg is clearly the longest of today's trip, and also the most
scenic. This is where we cross from the Nara valley over the Ki'i-Sanchi
and into the plains surrounding the Ise bay. Along the way there are a
total of 16 stops, among which are Haibara (榛原 "Hazelnut Meadow"),
Murouguchi Oono (室生口大野 "near Room Life Great Field"), Nabari (名張 "Famous
Stretch"), Mihata (美旗 "Beautiful Flag"), Nishi Aoyama (西青山 "Blue Mountain
West"), Higashi Aoyama (東青山 "Blue Mountain East") and finally Sakakibara
Onsenguchi (榊原温泉口 "Sakaki Tree Meadow near Hot Springs"). One thing that
stands out among these names is the "Guchi" (口) part, which is something
that can be found in several train stations. Literally, that translates
into "mouth", but in the context of locations it is used to convey
proximity, such as "near" or "in front of". Also, while most of the track
is above ground, there's also a segment where the train passes through a
tunnel under Aoyama (青山 "Blue Mountain"), I'll let you guess where that
is. Finally, while for the most part of the track, there's a station
roughly every 4km or so, the train only stops two more times after exiting
the tunnel, with Sakakibara Onsenguchi being the last stop before it
covers the last 14km to Ise-Nakagawa in one big go. I suppose since this <em>is</em>
an express train the stops in between must be served by a local train.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>Though its from a different company, the interior design of this train is
almost identical to the last one, which is why I'm going to refer as this
type of train as a local standard train from now on. There's also not many
people inside, but it's also not exactly empty.</p>
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<p>Now, remember how I said that Japan had two major land terrains, with one
being sprawling cities surrounded by rice fields on the plains and the
other being forested hills? Well, this part of the ride takes us almost
exclusively through the second type of terrain, with a valleys in between
that follow the "town surrounded by rice fields" schema. Apart from that,
there's also the roughly 7km long tunnel beneath Aoyama, and at one point
we also pass a Tokkyu (特急 "Limited Express"), which is a more expensive
high-speed long distance train that bridges the gap between the local
trains and the Shinkansen, kinda like the Intercity trains in Germany.
Also take note that unlike the JR line, the Kintetsu line is
double-tracked on its entire length.</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-23-027_Sakurai_to_Ise_Nakagawa.mp4"
height="360" width="640"></video></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-23-027_Sakurai_to_Ise_Nakagawa.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>While within the Nabari valley, we also get a good view of the countless
windmills atop the Aoyama mountain range. These seem to be something of a
landmark, since they are also displayed on the cute illustrated network
map hanging here in the train. Also take note of just how lost you are on
that map if you can't read Japanese.</p>
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<p>Eventually, we reach the Ise-Nakagawa station...</p>
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<p>...and after a layover of roughly 15 minutes, we already board our next
and final train for the day. Also, take note how this is one of those rare
stations where there's a platform on both sides of each track.</p>
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<p>Now we're almost at our destination for today, and this final train
segment should take us across the plains... <br>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Beside the Bay</span></h3>
<i><b>Ride Duration:</b> 20min</i><br>
<i><b>Approximate Distance:</b> 28km</i><br>
<i><b>Average Speed:</b> 76km/h</i><strong><span style="color: blue;"></span></strong>
<p>If the previous leg was the longest, this one is definitely the fastest.
This time around, our train <em>really</em> puts the "express" in its
name to work, stopping only at the sole station of Matsusaka (松阪 "Pine
Slope") on the way to Ise, and speeding across the bayside plains in
between. Unfortunately, the track keeps a respectable distance to the bay,
so we don't actually get to see the water.</p>
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<p>Apart from the speed, the train is also remarkable in that it features
those fancy crosswise flipping seats again instead of the lengthwise wall
seats more typical for local trains. As for the amount of people, its
roughly the same as on all our other trains today, not too many, but also
not too few.</p>
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<p>This last leg of today's trip should once again take us to populated
territory, which means mostly rice fields (along with a few different
types of fields) and towns against a backdrop of the mountains we just
crossed in the distance. We also pass over some rivers such as Kushidagawa
(櫛田川 "Comb Field River"), and pass through some areas where it apparently
rained recently. The sky also grows more cloudy as we approach Ise, so I
wonder if we'll end up getting wet before the day is over.</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-23-033_Ise_Nakagawa_to_Ise.mp4"
height="360" width="640"></video></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-23-033_Ise_Nakagawa_to_Ise.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>However, as we arrive in Ise, Radian is shining down from above again,
which given the unusually hot temperatures for the season (above 30°C) is
not necessarily preferable. </p>
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<p>As such, it might not come entirely as a surprise that one of our first
orders of business is to get some...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Ice in Ise</span></h3>
<i><b>Distance:</b> 1.7km</i><br>
<i><b>Ascents:</b> 5m</i><br>
<i><b>Duration:</b> 1.5h</i><i></i><i></i><br>
<strong>2<span style="color: red;">⛩</span> (1🦊)</strong>
<p>It is now about 14:00, and our host only expects us at 15:00, so we
decide to get some ice cream in the meanwhile. That should cause us to
take a little bit of a detour to the south before heading west to our stay
place.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Now, the reason why I picked out Ise of all the places is that it is sort
of a sacred Shinto city, and true enough, there's a big Torii standing
right outside the station on the square...</p>
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<p>...as well as a Shrine named Seki Jinja (世木神社 "Public Tree Shrine") right
there on the left in the middle of an extended roundabout, featuring
plenty of trees and beckoning cool shade.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Since all of "Shrine", "cool" and "shade" sound good right now, the four
of us decide to drop by there first, and much to my delight we find that
this shrine also features a little Inari side Shrine by the name of
Mitsukichi Inari Jinja (三吉稲荷神社 "Three Joys Inari Shrine"), which features
a total of 15 little foxes inside.</p>
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<p>After that, we walk down the central road of Ise, which may or may not be
a pedestrian street, looking for a nice place to sit and chill...</p>
<p></p>
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<p>...passing a stylish wooden Jidouhanbaiki selling drinks along the way.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Eventually, we reach an interestingly looking place called 21 o'clock
ice, and fortunately it's open 7 hours early. The menu also looks really
interesting, featuring such items as the Koohii Zerii ("Coffee ?"), the
Hotto Kustaado ("Hot Custard") the Kiui to Natadekoko ("Kiwi and Coconut
Gel") or the Aaru Gurei Chokohoippu ("Earl Grey Choco Whip").</p>
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<p>Now, in Japan, people take their jobs very seriously, and food is also
considered an art. Also, this place is kinda popular, so we don't get a
place inside and have to wait on the road... for a whopping 20 minutes
before our ice cream is ready. Eventually, I get my Choko Kukkii ("Choco
Cookie") and Bea her Mango to Natadekoko ("Kiwi and Coconut Gel"), and I
have to admit, it both looks and tastes pretty great. Probably not worth
waiting 20 minutes in this heat though.</p>
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<p>The plus side of this wait is that now we're definitely not too early
anymore, so we head west along the main road, taking the most direct way
to our stay place and passing a well-organized roadwork project, as well
as a nice old house along the way. Naturally, we also try to stick to the
shade as much as possible to escape the heat.</p>
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<p>As we approach the place, it gets a little bit tricky, because it is
hidden in the back roads. As such, our host has provided us with very
detailed instructions which read like this:</p>
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<blockquote>"Turn your back to Ise City Station, turn right, “Full Boat
House Mansenya”, which is diagonally to the right, about 20 meters
straight to the right of the "Full Boat House Mansenya" and the 1005 bank
signboard building. Cross the traffic light on the right side of the moon
and night view (on the left hand side is Welfare Elementary School), cross
the signal and go straight there. Takayanagi Parking Lot on your right, a
cultural inn on your left.Take your left hand 3 doors up the Wen Ryokan.
Passing through two parking lots, the third house from the parking lot,
the white fence house on the right hand side, There is a Ito ITO sign.
There is also a bicycle.<br>
Ring the right intercom towards you."</blockquote>
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<p>Regardless, we still manage to find the place, in no small part due to me
being reasonably accustomed with Japanese cities, but mostly due to me
having looked up the address and marked it down on my map in advance.</p>
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<p>And with that, we now have officially arrived here in Ise. There's much
to see and do for us here, but that is a tale for another day, so look
forward to the next chapter of the Travelling Fox Blog!<br>
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Kira Resarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509961265863417345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711878515801144615.post-23530969950607152202023-12-01T23:34:00.007+09:002023-12-14T03:33:01.039+09:00Book V ~ Chapter 22 ~ Nara & Nearby<html>
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<p><a name="7_22_top"> </a><i><b>11-Sep-2023 & 12-Sep-2023<br>
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<p><b>Table of Contents</b></p>
<ul>
<li><a href="#7_22_place">The Place</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_22_day_trip_1">Navigating Nara</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_22_day_trip_2">Keen on Kyoto</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_22_retrospective">The Retrospective</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_22_ahead">The Road Ahead</a></li>
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<p>After over 4 years of absence, I have now finally found my way back to...</p>
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<p>I've been here in Kansai two times before, once in 2018 in Nagahama (see
<a href="http://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2018/10/book-ii-chapter-12-great-escape.html">Book
II ~ Chapter 12 ~ The Great Escape</a>) and once at the turn of the year
to 2019 mainly in Kyoto but also briefly in Nara (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2019/02/book-ii-chapter-20-kinky-kyoto.html">Book
II ~ Chapter 20 ~ Kinky Kyoto</a>). This time around, our official base
of operations is Nara, which is located in a valley south of Kyoto and
east of Osaka (which as a matter of fact I still haven't gotten to
explore, and once again should not get to explore this time around
either).</p>
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<p>And we, that is me, my best friend Robert, Robert's sister Bea, and Bea's
husband Brett. Originally, I had only planned to take Robert along, but
since Bea and Brett had been planning to go to Japan for some time and I
am an experienced traveller of the country by now, I figured that if I can
plan a tour for two then I could also plan a tour for four. Turns out
things should not be quite that easy, but more about that in a later
chapter.</p>
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<p>Bea and Brett live in the United Kingdom and booked their own flights, so
Robert and I only met them the morning after our arrival in the Ryokan,
which brings us to...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Place</span></h3>
<p>Finding places to stay that were nice and still reasonably affordable for
four people was a bit tricky, especially since my goal is to not only have
us stay in boring old hotels but rather nice places that really get the
Japan experience across. And it is in fact here in Nara that I managed to
get what turned out to be the best booking of the entire trip: The Ryokan
Kousen (旅館江泉 "Guest House Bay Spring).</p>
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<p>Ever since our fantastic stay in the Suzukiya Ryokan near Shiroishi (see
<a href="http://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2018/06/book-ii-chapter-5-trip-together.html">Book
II ~ Chapter 5 ~ A Trip Together</a>), it was a given for both Robert
and me that at least one of our future stays in Japan had to involve a
Ryokan again. Not only do these traditional Japanese inns feature typical
Japanese rooms, complete with a Genkan to take off your shoes, followed by
a tatami-mat floor where you sleep on futons, but they also have an ofuro,
a hot communal bath where the guests can bathe together, naked (though
separated by gender).</p>
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<p>The main part of the room, meanwhile, is typically small, with just
enough space for our futons and little more. But that's okay, because we
do plan to spend most of our time outdoors anyway.</p>
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<p>The other door from the entrance area leads to a not so traditional and
yet very typical Japanese bathroom unit. These roughly 2x2x2m large cubic
all-purpose sanitary units can not only be found in many hotels, but also
apartment buildings, and include a toilet, sink, shower and tub all packed
together in the most compact way that is still feasible for actual
everyday use.</p>
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<p>Now, while all these things are nice, both Robert and I agree that the
most amazing part of staying in a Ryokan is that you get a traditional
Japanese breakfast delivered to the room every morning, and the quality of
that breakfast is amazing! Consisting of small tasty bites of various
typical Japanese foods - including but not limited to seafood, pickled
goods, fish, meat, egg, salad and fruit - it is further supplemented by a
bowl or rice and miso soup each, along with a pot of tasty tea. The Ryokan
is even happy to accommodate both Robert's pescetarianism and Brett's
seafood allergy.</p>
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<p>Curiously, our particular room is also equipped with an emergency crane,
which is also advertised by a sign above our room. And while I'm not
entirely sure about the description, the pictographs still make it
reasonably clear about how it's supposed to be used. The full name of this
device is Hinankigu (避難器具 "Evacuation Apparatus") by the way, and the box
it's stored in is labeled Hinankigusecchibasho (避難器具設置場所 "Evacuation
Apparatus Establishment Place"). So if you're ever trapped in a Japanese
building, make sure to keep an eye out for those easily memorizable terms.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>I should actually spent quite some time in imminent proximity to the
Hinankigusecchibasho, since it is there that I set up Liete on the
laptop-friendly workplace.</p>
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<p>Right next to me, there's a window from which I not only get a nice view
of the stairs leading up to the nearby temple complex, but occasionally
can also spot the odd deer right there on the steps.</p>
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<p>Inside, meanwhile, I have some inanimate vulpine company in the form of
Theria, who is going to be my plush companion on this particular journey.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Outside of our rooms, the hallways of the Ryokan are simple, yet a number
of well-placed details still manage to evoke a traditional Japanese flair.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>Robert and I meet up with Bea and Brett right after breakfast, and before
long we're all set to head out. My three companions are eager to see what
this part of Japan has to offer, while I for my part am looking forward to
re-connect with this land that I love so much. And on this first
day, we should accomplish all of that by...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Navigating Nara</span></h3>
<i><b>11-Sep-2023</b></i> <br>
<i><b>Distance:</b> 16.0km</i><br>
<i><b>Ascents:</b> 160m</i><br>
<i><b>Duration:</b> 9.0h</i><br>
<strong>23<span style="color: red;">⛩</span> (4🦊); 14<span style="color: blue;">卍</span>;
1/2<span style="color: green;">🎁︎</span></strong><br>
<p>The route of today's stray should end up being a bit convoluted on
account of us returning three times to the roofed Higashimuki Shoutengai
(東向商店街 "East-Facing Shopping Street"). Once our way randomly leads us
there in the very beginning, and after that we head east into the park,
temple and shrine district. Looping back from there to the shopping street
for the second time, we follow it all the way south in search of a nice
food place for lunch, only to take a side street back and find a nice
place near where we entered the first time around. After that we embark to
explore the northern parts of Nara (since I already covered the south
during my first visit here), which ends up leading us to a great tree, and
then south a pilgrimage street full of temples. Eventually, we return to
the shopping street a third time for dinner, and then it's back to the
Ryokan.</p>
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<p>Oh yeah, and I know I already mentioned this before (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2018/04/living-learning-and-working.html">Book
II ~ Chapter 3 ~ Living, Learning and Working</a>), but since that's
been half a decade ago, I figure I might as well clarify one thing again,
just to avoid misunderstandings. The Swastika (卍) is an ancient symbol
which in Japan is primarily associated with Buddhism, which is why you'll
also find it on maps to denote Buddhist temples.</p>
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<p>I know a certain German dictator defaced this symbol with heinous crimes,
but I for my part refuse to let <em>them</em> destroy this symbol's
age-old history with the acts of a little over a decade. So I'll follow
Japanese tradition and use the Swastika to denote holy places of Buddhism.
Also, the "evil" version of this symbol is typically mirrored, and rotated
by 45°. So to sum it up:</p>
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<p></p>
<p>And that's enough exposition. Now, let's get out there! The first thing
we run into once out the door is Sarusawa Ike (猿沢池 "Monkey Swamp Pond"), a
picturesque little lake, which, despite its name, is home to tiny turtles
and not monkeys.</p>
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<p>After that, it's up the stairs and into the first temple complex for
today. This one is Koufukuji (興福寺 "Interesting Fortune Temple"), which as
it happens is presently undergoing renovations, but fortunately there's
still plenty of interesting buildings to look at even so.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Also, there's deer. Deer are everywhere. Get used to it! To me, this is
nothing new, but Bea and Brett are certainly delighted, and I, too, am
happy to have these cute crevids around.</p>
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<p>Originally, I had planned to go north through the Koufukuji grounds and
then head east towards the park, but unfortunately, construction bars that
way. So instead we end up heading west, which has us run right into the
Higashimuki Shoutengai, which again becomes a highlight for Bea and Brett.
Conveniently, we run right into a Daiso, which is a popular chain of
discount stores where everything that is not explicitly labeled sells for
108¥ (that's 100¥ +8% tax). And they have a <em>big</em> selection, so
it's no surprise that we as a troupe exit with quite a number of new items
and snacks.</p>
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<p>Leaving the shopping street behind, we turn east onto the Omiya-Dori
(お宮道り "Shrine Road"), which is pretty much the main road of this part of
Nara. As we get closer to the park area, the deer become more numerous,
and we start encountering the first deer cracker vendors enthusiastically
peddling their wares.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>It is also along this road that I have my first foxy moment this time
around in Japan: Sitting atop a utility box next to the road, not from
from a Jizou that I already visited the last time around, there's a little
cute fox doll, watching over us. Maybe someone lost it nearby and a
bypasser placed it up there to await its rightful owner?</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Eventually, we turn left and enter the main deer hotspot of Nara, which
is the road leading up to Toudaiji (東大寺 "East Great Temple") from the
south. Here, the number of deer roughly matches the number of humans, and
both species are free to roam around as they please, which warms up not
only my heart, but also puts a smile on the faces of my companions.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>It is on this approach that we come across our first shrine for this
visit: A tiny nameless shrine that I am already familiar with from my
first time around. I use this to give everyone a brief intro on Shintoism,
as well as how it peacefully coexists with Buddhism, as is evident by the
fact that this Shinto Shrine is effectively on the grounds of a huge
Buddhist Temple complex.</p>
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<p>Oh, and speaking of which, here it is, Toudaiji. Going in to see the
great Buddha statue costs admission (and photography is probably
prohibited too), so we limit ourselves to looking at it from the outside.
In retrospective, the others probably would have wanted to go inside, but
since they kinda latched onto me and basically use me as their free tour
guide, I have few qualms about letting them experience Japan my way, which
is taking advantage of the many, many amazing sights that you can have for
free.</p>
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<p>Including for example the turtle-dove shrine further up the mountain.
This one is Tamukeyama Hachimangu (手向山八幡宮 "Offering Mountain Hachiman
Hall") and the many little shrines around it.</p>
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<p>On the other hand, in retrospective going inside Toudaiji would have
sheltered us from the rain that presently commences as we walk along a
rope past a slope full of deer. Which is a good enough cue to talk about
the weather in general. The rain is definitely annoying, yes, but what's
much worse is the temperatures. Those are above 30°C, which is roughly 5°
more than what I expected them to be here in Japan during this month, and
is in fact unnaturally warm for the season. Despite the temperature, it
doesn't feel quite as bad as in the Philippines, but it still
detrimentally affects the quality of our entire stay, since they should
not drop significantly during our entire time in Japan.</p>
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<p>Our next stop is Kasuga Taisha (春日大社 "Spring Day Great Shrine"), where we
briefly take shelter under a roof aside from one of its many side shrines.
There, I tell my companions the story of this shrine, which is <em>the</em>
shrine of Nara. Located in the Kasugayama Genshirin (春日山原始林 "Spring Day
Mountain Primeval Forest") - which just so happens to be an UNESCO world
heritage site in its own right - this shrine was founded in 768AD when the
deity Takemikazuchi (建御雷神 "Building Honorable Thunder God") rode here on
the back of a white deer, thus making deer the sacred animals of Nara ever
since. As a result, they were never hunted in this area, and consequently
have become the tame and friendly companions that are the trademark of the
city today.</p>
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<p>We continue exploring the shrine after the rain let up a little. Among
other things, we see a couple of deer, both live and in engraved form, and
we randomly happen across a Kagura (<span class="text">神楽</span> "gods'
delight") performance in one of the "no photographs" area. That is a dance
for the gods, performed by Miko (巫女 "shrine maiden"), and is a rare thing
to just randomly run into, which makes me all the more happy that I am
able to show my friends something like this on the very first day.</p>
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<p>After that, we return to the city proper, intending to find some food.
However, before we run into any food places, we instead run into two more
shrines.</p>
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<p>Eventually, our quest for food places leads us back to the blissfully
roofed Higashimuki Shoutengai...</p>
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<p>...and after a bit of looping around we find a place that sells the one
thing that I promised myself would be the first thing I look for upon
returning to Japan. Tasty, tasty Kitsune Udon, the alleged favorite food
of foxes. I certainly dig it! And there's also plenty of interesting
dishes for the others to choose from.</p>
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<p>Once we finish lunch, we stop by the nearby Daiso once again to stock up
on snacks and drinks. I for my part get one of my favorite Japanese drinks
that is Melon Soda. Unfortunately, they only have the Suntory variant
here. Personally, I think the Fanta Melon is better. A shame that they
don't sell it outside of Japan.</p>
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<p>Having dried, drunk and eaten, we once again embark out in the rain,
which right now is at its heaviest. However, all of us agree that we won't
let a bit of rain stop us!</p>
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<p>This next part of today's stray now takes us through northern Nara, which
means less touristy spots, and more genuine Japanese city, including more
normal-sized shrines and temples along the way, and also little Jizou,
which are small Buddhist wayside statues.</p>
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<p>Much to my delight, we also run into my first fox shrine since
3-Feb-2019, namely Ota Daimyoujin (太田大明神 "Fat Field Great Radiant Deity"),
which curiously is not an Inari Shrine and yet still features a whopping
16 foxes, which is way more than the average. For me, this feels like a
homecoming, and I leave an extra-big donation as thanks fur us getting
here safely and without any notable complications. Meanwhile, for my
companions, the main entertainment value probably comes from me going a
giddy "Wheeeeee!!!"</p>
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<p>Along the way I also point out the modern solar-powered road delimiting
lights, which is something that the German government probably does not
even realize is a thing that exists yet. But then again, we <em>do</em>
have proper sidewalks instead, so...</p>
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<p>A minor sightseeing spot that we run into is the Daibutsu Tetsudou Kinen
Kouen (大佛鐵道記念公園 "Great Buddha Railway Memorial Park"). Built in memory of
the short-lived Daibutsu Tetsudou railway line (which was only in service
from 1898 until 1907) it consists of little more than a wheel-and-axle on
a pedestal as well as an all-Japanese memorial plaque. It's pretty small
too, so unless this is, like, right on your path, I don't think it's worth
checking out.</p>
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<p>We also come across a rare sight, as in, something I did not see (or
notice) in my entire first year in Japan: A traditional small wooden house
being constructed. I assume that is because construction projects in Japan
go just so much faster than they do in Germany. With motivated workers
giving their best and a streamlined process, I suppose building a new
house is simply such a fast process that there's not that many houses
under construction at a given time (unlike in Germany where you can see
construction projects all over the place, and they usually take a long
time to complete, if not longer).</p>
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<p>By now, we have reached the outskirts of Nara, which means idyllic
temples, quiet ponds such as Konoike (鴻ノ池 "Large Bird Pond") - which
befittingly comes with a large bird - and somewhat more adventurous paths
that lead up the hills and past bamboo groves.</p>
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<p>It is on top of that hill that we run into the first Inari Shrine, namely
Kurokamiyama Inari Jinja (黒髪山稲荷神社 "Black Hair Mountain Inari Shrine"),
which features a generous amount of foxes, along with some small side
shrines. One of those is basically a collection of Ishi-no-Kami (石の神
"Stone Gods") with a pair of Torii in front and a pair of foxes watching
over them. These can be found at Shrines occasionally, and in fact
represent one of the simplest forms of Shinto Shrines. In Hokkaido, for
example, I did encounter a Shrine that consisted of nought but an
Ishi-no-Kami with a Torii in front (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2018/07/book-ii-chapter-6-hokkaido-homerun.html">Book
II ~ Chapter 6 ~ A Hokkaido Homerun</a>).</p>
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<p>Next, we reach a bit of a vista in the form of a bridge connecting two
neighboring hills. Now, the weather is not exactly right for a great view,
but we still get a good overview of our immediate surroundings and the
local lay of the land. Analogously to the shrine we just visited, this one
is called Kurokamibashi (黒髪橋 "Black Hair Bridge"), and I <em>think</em>
the gap which it bridges was actually artificially created to serve as a
swathe for the aforementioned Daibutsu Tetsudou to pass through. Today,
this gap is utilized by a road instead of a railway.</p>
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<p>Moving on, we walk through a suburban area with gardens the produce of
which includes suicidal zucchinis and compact discs. So this is where
those are grown!</p>
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<p>We proceed through the idyllic and kinda narrow suburban backstreets for
a while.</p>
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<p>...until we arrive at what turns out to be an old pilgrimage path from
Kyoto to Nara, which consequentially features a <em>lot</em> of Shrines
and Temples. The first temple - Saifukuji (西福寺 "West Fortune Temple")
- is already special, since it turns out to be one of those very
rare religious places that feature Tanuki, the adorable counterparts to
foxes which are typically depicted with big testicles. They are supposed
to bring good luck and fortune, so it' actually makes sense that they'd be
at a fortune temple. Typically, they are seen in shops and restaurants,
though. Interestingly, there's also a rare female Tanuki statue here,
which features a clover.</p>
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<p>And right next to that, there's Naratsuhiko Jinja (奈良豆比古神社 "What Good Old
Bean Contrast Shrine"), a big Shrine that not only features a nice garden
with lakes out front, but also a sacred grove in the back, in the middle
of which stands a giant camphor tree that must be hundreds of years old.</p>
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<p>This great tree marks the northern turning point of our stray, and as we
head south along the ancestral pilgrimage route, we naturally pass by many
temples, shrines and Jizou...</p>
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<p>...as well as what I'm going to assume is the house of a crazy cat
person. </p>
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<p>Also, there's this side road where the road just randomly turns to stairs
with no physical barrier to prevent drivers to accidentally take a wrong
turn and go over it. I guess the fact that places like this can exist
without accidents happening constantly stands testament for how careful
Japanese drivers are.</p>
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<p>Eventually, we arrive back in the central part of Nara again, as becomes
evident by the deer grazing in front of Tegaimon (転害門 "Revolving Harm
Gate"), which serves of the northwestern gate of Toudaiji.</p>
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<p>By now, it's already well into the afternoon and/or early evening, and as
such the main road that we walk along is quite busy with the evening rush
hour.</p>
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<p>Our destination now is, once again, Higashimuki Shoutengai, and yet along
the way we randomly run into a little street food market near the Nara
Kenchou (県庁 "Prefectural Office).</p>
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<p>For the last bit of our stray today, we are literally walking into the
sunset (which is literally the only time that we should see the sun on
this otherwise rather rainy day)...</p>
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<p>...and then we're back in the walking mall for the third time, now from
the other direction, which allows me to spot this neat deer window below
the roof.</p>
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<p>We returned here specifically because Robert requested that I find them
an Okonomiyaki (お好み焼き "Whatever you like fried") place, and putting my
Japanese skills to good use I inquired at the local tourist info (though
they <em>should</em> be proficient in English, I have found that talking
to them in Japanese yields much better results) and found an Okonomiyaki
place, which, as chance would have it, happens to be right next to the
place where we ate lunch a few hours ago. However, it's no surprise that
we didn't notice it earlier, because it does not exactly say "Okonomiyaki"
in giant letters. More like as a little addendum above the place name
that's kinda easy to miss unless you specifically look for it.</p>
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<p>So, what is Okonomiyaki, and why is it Robert's favorite? In short, it's
an amazing and unique culinary experience that you'll do hard to find
outside of Japan. In itself, Okonomiyaki is a cross between pancake and
omelette with all sorts of ingredients that you can pick from, which is
why it translates to "Whatever you like fried". However, much more
important to what it is is the presentation. Now, in Japan I've been to
all sorts of different Okonomiyaki places. Some of them (the boring ones)
just prepare the Okonomiyaki in the kitchen and then bring it to you
place, like in a normal restaurant. The interesting ones meanwhile have a
stove plate integrated into each table, and depending on the place either
the waiters will prepare it for you in front of your eyes, or you get to
prepare it yourself. Luckily, this turns out to be one of the best kinds
where we get the food prepared at the table, which makes me really happy
for being able to share such a cool experience with my companions.</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-22-056_Okonomiyaki_Preparation.mp4"
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<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-22-056_Okonomiyaki_Preparation.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
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<p>The preparation also includes a bit of waiting time after which the
Okonomiyaki are flipped and fried from the other side. As the finishing
touch some mayonnaise is skillfully added on top by the waitress, forming
that characteristic criss-cross pattern. In the end, Robert, Bea and I are
all left with one tasty Okonomiyaki each, while Brett - worried about his
seafood allergy - has chosen to play it safe and have some Yakisoba on a
separate plate (because seafood is one of the possible ingredients in
Okonomiyaki, and neither of us three did hold back on that).</p>
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<p>After dinner, the others express their desire to check out some local
Izakaya (居酒屋 "Existing Sake House"), which is exactly what it sounds like:
Bars where you can get alcoholic drinks. With me not doing alcohol, this
is where I'm out. The others ensure me they'll be fine on their own, so I
head back to the Ryokan via the nearby back streets...</p>
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<p>...but not without randomly running into a back street shrine right along
the way.</p>
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<p>Shortly thereafter, I emerge on the far side of Sarusawa Ike...</p>
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<p>...and a few minutes later I'm back in the Ryokan, were I spend my
evening updating my maps and shrine list, as well as taking a dip in the
Ofuro. In the end, Robert arrives well before I'm done, and eventually I,
too, call it today. Tomorrow, we have another exciting day ahead of us,
and I for my part am quite...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Keen on Kyoto<br>
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<p> <i><b>12-Sep-2023</b></i></p>
<p>Just like yesterday, today once again begins with an amazing Japanese
Ryokan breakfast, which is about the best start into the day that one can
get.</p>
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<p>After that, we're quick to head out, our goal today being the nearby
cultural capital of Kyoto. For that, we first have to head down the road
towards Nara station - a fact which we would naturally unable to
accomplish without running into at least one new shrine along the way.</p>
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<p>As a side node: Like many Japanese cities, Nara has a very generous "No
Smoking" area, which pretty much encompasses all of the inner city and
major public areas. In fact, you'll rarely be bothered by cigarette smoke
in all of Japan, quite unlike Germany where humans smoke on stations
despite smoking being prohibited there, completely valiciting all the
other people there.</p>
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<p>Anyway, we soon enough reach the Nara station...</p>
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<p>...where I am able to impart an important bit of Japan travel wisdom upon
my companions: The first train that arrives is not always the fastest to
reach the destination. In Japan, many lines have local and express trains,
with the express trains skipping some minor stops to arrive at the major
stops faster. Often these express trains overtake local trains somewhere
along the line. And just to make things more confusing, those fast trains
can come by a variety of names, such as "Rapid", "Express" or "Liner". In
our case, we make use of that by skipping the first local train headed for
Kyoto and taking the Miyakoji Rapid instead, which overtakes the local
train somewhere along the line. The fare is the same for both, by the way.
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<p>The route to Kyoto takes us almost straight north through the Nara valley
and into the Kyoto valley. It does feature a notable dent to the east,
though, which is owed to the fact that there's a number of population
centers on the eastern side of Ujigawa (宇治川 "Roof Rule River") that it
collects at that point. </p>
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<p>Now, Keihan (京阪 "Capital Heights", refers to the Kyoto-and-Osaka area) is
among the most densely settled in all of Japan, so it comes as no surprise
that most of the right should take us through the towns and cities that
form an almost continuously settled area all the way from Nara to Kyoto.
There's also very few fields in between, as well as the rivers Kizugawa
(木津川 "Tree Port River") and aforementioned Ujigawa. </p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-22-067_Nara_to_Kyoto.mp4"
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<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-22-067_Nara_to_Kyoto.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>In the end, we get off two stops south of the Kyoto main station at what
must be my favorite train stop in all of Japan: Inari.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>This one is aptly named because it is located literally directly in front
of Fushimi Inari Taisha (伏見稲荷大社 "Prostrated Hopes Inari Grand Shrine"),
which is <em><strong>the</strong></em> Inari Shrine. This is where Inari
worship started and subsequently spread all around the country, which
makes this place the Vatican of Inari worshipers such as myself. Also a
tourist hotspot and probably another UNESCO world heritage site, it goes
without saying that I just <em>had</em> to show this to my companions.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>However, before we head deeper into the shrine complex, we first must
venture out into dangerous territory: The nearby shopping street! Lined
with countless stores selling fox-related merchandise, this place is prone
to simultaneously lighten my wallet and burden me with stuff I have to
carry around for the remainder of the trip.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Also, I randomly get interviewed by a class of Japanese high school
students...</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>...while Brett gets attracted by a store selling crispy thin Okonomiyaki
wafers.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Incidentally, he weather is still hot, which is why this shrine features
a makeshift "cooling mist" system that people can stand under to take the
edge off the heat.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>From there on, we proceed deeper into the shrine complex, past many
foxes, and through many, many red Torii.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>Since the main path is quite busy with people, I eventually lead my
companions down the same side path that I took during my first visit,
leading around the southern flank of the mountain, through a beautiful
bamboo forest...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>...and past the many, many hidden tiny fox shrines that lie along that
way.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Overall, we should walk a scenic round course combining both natural and
cultural beauty. Following our hike along the southern flank of Inariyama
into a small valley (which already gradually takes us upwards) we proceed
to climb up the remaining 50m to the summit from there, and then take the
shrine-and-Torii road back to the bottom.</p>
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<p><i><b>Distance:</b> 5.1km</i><br>
<i><b>Ascents:</b> 210m</i><br>
<i><b>Duration:</b> 3.5h<br>
(no new shrines or temples)</i></p>
<p></p>
<p>Walking up said valley, we unexpectedly come past a little crab walking
up by the wayside and wonder where that one came from. After all, the
ocean is well over 40km away from here, the shore of Biwako (琵琶湖
"Glissando Lute Lake") only 9km, but it's across a hill range, and even
the closest river is over 2km away. In short, this is a relatively
unlikely point to come across a crab.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>The final ascent is taxing for all of us in this heat, but none more so
than Brett. Though this final segment is only roughly 150m long, it's
nonetheless quite steep, and at one point Brett is about ready to turn
back, and I have to encourage and assert him that we're actually almost at
the top, which is the truth: At that point, we have already scaled over
two thirds of the vertical distance to the summit.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>In the end, we make it to the summit, where the same old pile of fox
shrines awaits us, and while Brett finds a shady spot to cool down,
Robert, Bea and I go exploring among the many, many tiny foxy shrines that
make up this place.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>Afterwards, we descend Inariyama again via the back route, which
naturally still takes us through many Torii and past many shrines.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Among other things, we come across Yakuriki-no-Taki (薬力の滝 "Medical Power
Waterfall"), a small stream with alleged healing properties that cascades
out of a bamboo pipe.</p>
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<p>Eventually, we reach the crossroads. This is where the back path to the
summit - coming from the east - loops back to the front path coming
from the south, with the third path leading west down back to the main
shrine, and a fourth path heading north down the mountain. This is also a
good spot to get a scenic view of the city of Kyoto below.</p>
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<p>Next, we come across something outright adorable: A notice by the kids of
the nearby Inari elementary school kindly asking people not to litter.
Makes me wish I could have gone to that school. Never mind all the
pressure that kids go through at Japanese schools, I still would have felt
right at home there.</p>
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<p>Continuing further down along the way, we pass by many more fox shrines,
including one that I now recognize as a Toyokawa Inari Shrine (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2019/02/book-ii-chapter-21-twofold-toyo-thuggery.html">Book
II ~ Chapter 21 ~ The Twofold Toyo Thuggery</a>). Its interesting how
you start seeing all the interconnectedness the more you know.</p>
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<p>And then, it's time for me to fulfill the true purpose of my visit here
today: That is, getting rid of a lingering regret that I carried around
for months now. You may or may not recall the matchmaking shrine that I
already mentioned the last time around, the one with the many trios of fox
statues. Well, after what happened with first Elgen and then Ashley (see <a
href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2023/04/book-v-chapter-14-broken-promise.html">Book
V ~ Chapter 14 ~ Broken Promises</a>), I have bitterly regretted not
purchasing a set when last I had the chance. Well, that gets remedied now,
and while the others have a look around these particular shrine grounds, I
go inside the shrine store and purchase a set of the little statues for
5000¥ (around 32€). There's even a brief purification ceremony where the
seller - who probably also holds some religious rank, though I have no
idea what that would be - places the statues atop a little altar and
strikes a spark with some flint before thoughtfully wrapping and packaging
them in a little but sturdy box that makes me feel confident about getting
them home in one piece each.</p>
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<p>Eventually, we make our way all the way to the foot of Inariyama once
again, where the more common houses start. Still, there's yet quite a
large number of Shrines still around, including one that features a little
Koi pond.</p>
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<p>By now, it's already past noon, and we're about ready to grab a bite to
eat. Conveniently, we come across a cute little place called the Kafe
Inari, and if it had been just me I would have gone inside in the swish of
a tail. However, my companions are hesitant since there's no menu
displayed outside and we still have to consider Brett's allergy, and since
I already chased them all over the mountain and achieved my personal main
goal for today, I figure my priority now is to find something that makes
them happy, so we move along.</p>
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<p>Instead, we head back to the Inari Station and from there take the train
to the Kyoto Station, which is only two stops away.</p>
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<p>There, we stroll around the really big station building in search of a
nice place to eat - a quest that eventually takes us to the top floor of
the integrated shopping mall where all the restaurants are located.
Randomly, we witness a parade of sorts taking place in a semi-covered
section outdoors, but since it starts raining again just about that time,
we decide to stay inside.</p>
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<p>Agreeing on a place with four people turns out to be a little bit
difficult, but then we come across one restaurant that both Robert and I
agree on is selling another relatively unknown Japanese specialty that Bea
and Brett should try: Omrice!</p>
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<p>I for my part have the Katsudon Ebiten Omrice Teishoku, which is a
mouthful, so let me break that down from you. Starting from the end,
Teishoku (定食 "set meal") is something that you commonly find in all sorts
of Japanese restaurants for all sorts of dishes, and is something that I
like to go for since it includes the main dish and some small condiments,
such as salad, rice, miso soup or other things. Basically, that upgrades a
meal from just the main dish to the dish with a little bit around. Omrice
is rice wrapped with an omelette, typically served with some sauce, and
though it sounds simple, it's actually amazing how hard that is to find
outside of Japan. Ebiten (海老天 "Shrimp Heaven") is short for Ebi Tenpura,
which already nails what it is: An Ebi-Shrimp fried in Tenpura dough. And
Tonkatsu finally is breaded pork chop cut into bite-sized slices that are
perfect to eat with chopsticks.</p>
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<p>After lunch, I leave the rest of the day to my companions, offering my
skills as Japan-navigator for whatever they have in mind. For starters,
that means navigating the underground walkway networks of Kyoto station in
order to find the subway stop, which again is something that sound simple
yet is actually made quite adventurous by the sheer size of the station
and its labyrinthine multi-story walkway networks, which actually look a
lot like a shopping mall. </p>
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<p>Once we find it, I am once again impressed by how 21st century technology
can look if companies set their minds to being modern. It's only a little
thing, again, but the fact that the train display at the station features
an blinking indicator showing where the next train presently is relative
to the current station still makes it seem that much more modern than the
functional but crude displays we have back in Germany.</p>
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<p>Two subway rides and one transfer later, we arrive at our target station
of Nijojo-Mae (二条城前 "In front of Two Paragraphs Castle"), which is not to
be confused with the next station of Nijo (二条 "Two Paragraphs"). In fact,
apparently people (including Japanese people) get confused about that
routinely enough that there's a big standing board stating as much in both
Japanese and English right in front of the ticket gates - that is, at the
last chance to turn back and take the subway for one more stop without
having to be charged extra for going out and back in again.</p>
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<p>As the station name might already have spoilered, our destination her is
Nijojo, a 17th century samurai castle complex covering roughly 50 acres.
From where we emerge from the subway, we get a good view of the Tounan
Sumi Yagura (東南隅櫓 "Southeast Corner Watchtower") across the road.</p>
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<p>Built as residence for the first shogun Tokugawa Ieyasu, this imposing
complex stands testament to times long past. It features both an outer and
an inner moat, and part of it is accessible to the public, which is what
we're here for.</p>
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<p><em><strong>But</strong></em> we have to hurry, because it turns out the
last admission is at 16:00, which is just about now. As such, the gate
staff urges us to hurry as we approach to buy tickets, because Japanese
are notoriously inflexible when it comes to deadlines. Fortunately, we
manage to purchase our tickets just in time, and as such are all set to go
inside.</p>
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<p>Once inside, we first walk through the graveled outer courtyard before
passing into the Ninomaru (二の丸 "Second Circle" = "Second Keep") by means
of the Karamon (唐門 "Foreign Gate").</p>
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<p>Within that, we already come face to face with the main event of this
visit: The Ninomaru Goten (二の丸御殿 "Second Circle Palace"), which is the
only building of the complex that we're allowed to enter. Inside, we do
not only have to leave our shoes at the entrance, but are also not allowed
to take any pictures, so this next section is going to be a bit bland.</p>
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<p>The Ninomaru Goten is a chain of four connected buildings through which a
round-course leads. As is typical for old Japanese buildings, the walkways
lead around the outer walls (all of which are actually removable
paper-screens), while the actual rooms are in the cores of those
buildings. The rooms are all pretty empty, but feature screens with
intricate and elaborate artworks. There's also descriptions of what each
room was used for - fortunately also in English - as well as genuine
Edo-era electric fans to keep the visitors cool in these hot temperatures.</p>
<p>After that, we proceed through the Ninomaru Teien (二の丸庭園 "Second Circle
Gardens"), which feature lots of green and also a little pond system...</p>
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<p>...before crossing over the pond into Honmaru (本丸 "Main Circle" = "Inner
Keep") by means of a wooden bridge under which plenty of Koi eagerly hope
that some visitor will purchase Koi food for them from the nearby vending
machines.</p>
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<p>In Honmaru, we only get to walk through the gardens as the palace itself
is closed for renovations until further notice. Oh well.</p>
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<p>At least we get a nice view of our surroundings from the top of the
foundation atop which the Tenshukaku (天守閣 "Heaven Guard Tower" = "Castle
Keep") used to be standing. Not only do we get a good view of all of
Nijojo, but we can also see all the way to Daimonjiyama, the face of which
I scaled during my last visit to Kyoto, and there's also a rainbow
standing testament to the fact that the weather is still kinda wet right
now.</p>
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<p>After that, we loop back to the entrance by means of the northern path
taking us through the Seiryu En (清流園 "Clear Stream Garden"), and as we do,
a melody and announcements begin, stating that Nijojo is going to be
closing soon, and asking all visitors to proceed to the gate.</p>
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<p>As we approach the gate, we pass one more curiosity: The Hibaku Aogiri
(被爆アオギリ "Nuked Chinese Parasol Tree"), which is an offspring of one of the
Aogiri trees of Hiroshima, which survived the atomic bombing of the city
in 1945 despite being only 1.3km away from the impact site. I wonder if
the unusual pattern of wilted leaves is a consequence of that.</p>
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<p>By the time we reach the exit gate, the main gate is already closed.
However, fortunately a little side door is still open, and so we're able
to leave without any problems. And here we were already making emergency
plans for catching some Koi and spending the night in the castle.</p>
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<p>It's now 17:00, which means its slowly starting to get late, but we might
still have time for one more thing. As such, we decide to hike over to the
nearby Kyoto Gyoen (京都御苑 "Kyoto Imperial Garden"), which also contains the
imperial palace. That one is only a few blocks away, and naturally I smell
the opportunity to hunt for some shrines along the way. Counting the
distance we covered inside Nijojo to that, we arrive at:</p>
<p><i><b>Distance:</b> 6.4km</i><br>
<i><b>Ascents:</b> 30m</i><br>
<i><b>Duration:</b> 2.5h</i><br>
<strong>10<span style="color: red;">⛩</span> (2🦊); 2<span style="color: blue;">卍</span><span
style="color: green;"></span></strong> </p>
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<p>And so, it happens that we proceed through the canyon-like backroads of
central Kyoto, with me looking out left and right in search of hidden
little shrines and temples. Note that while there are no sidewalks,
there's still quite a bit of greenery despite this being pretty much in
the heart of the city.</p>
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<p>Just as I hoped, we do run into quite a few shrines and temples along the
way, some big, some small, some obvious, some hidden, and two of them even
featuring foxes. It is at this point that my companions give me the
nickname "Shrine Radar".</p>
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<p>As we approach the imperial gardens, we are once again prone to behold
the only rays of sunlight on this day as the setting sun briefly peeks
through the gap between clouds and horizon...</p>
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<p>...and shortly thereafter we reach the southwestern corner of the
imperial gardens.</p>
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<p>Over four times the size of Nijojo, this park covers an area of almost
one square kilometer in the heart of Kyoto. Since it's already getting
late and dark now, we should not be able to cover more than a quarter of
that.</p>
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<p>We enter through a side entrance, and soon enough find ourselves on a
very wide gravel road, the likes of which make up the main walkways in
this park. It is there that Bea and Brett find themselves a bench to sit
down on. Apparently, all the walking we did both yesterday and today was a
bit too much for them.</p>
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<p>Meanwhile, Robert and I check out two little shrine complexes in the
park...</p>
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<p>...before eventually heading to the imperial palace. Unfortunately
(though not entirely unexpectedly) that one is already closed, so we can
only marvel at its concealing walls from the outside.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Backtracking from there to the area with the benches, we meet up with Bea
and Brett, and after a short talk agree to head back to Nara now. After
all, it has been a quite eventful day with lots of sights seen.</p>
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<p>Also, it's starting to get dark by now, what with it already being 18:30
and all. Heading out of the park, we follow the road south to the next
subway station, and as we do still come across yet another shrine...</p>
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<p>...as well as the Daimaru Bira (大丸ヴィラ "Great Round Villa"), a British
Tudor style building that seems as exotic here as a Japanese temple in
Europe. Built in 1930 as a residence for the owners of the nearby Daimaru
Department store, it served as a role model for the western-style
buildings that were becoming more popular in Japan at that time. And
though architecture has yet evolved into the present-day Japan that we all
know and love, this historic building silently stands testament to the
developments that once took place.</p>
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<p>Once we reach the subway station, we get the dubious pleasure of
experiencing the Japanese evening rush hour as we board a rather crowded
subway heading for the Kyoto station. Well, at least we're not in Tokyo
(yet), so there's no train attendants pushing people inside.</p>
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<p>Unfortunately, we just so missed the direct train to Nara, because this
subway line is actually the northern extension of the Kintetsu Nara Line,
which I also used on my first visit to Nara. Occasionally, there's trains
that run the entire length of that line at once, but we just missed that
one, so instead we change at Kyoto for the JR line to Nara, which we also
took on our way here. A mistake, as it turns out, because the unthinkable
happens:</p>
<p>The train is delayed due to technical issues.</p>
<p>Yes, you read that right. A technical issue with trains in Japan. In the
whole year I spent in Japan before, that happened only once, and here's it
happening to us right at the very second day! From what we can gather,
there is a problem due to flooding, but the train driver (with whom I can
fortunately communicate in Japanese) ensures me that the train is going to
depart eventually. Still used to German standards, we already expect the
worst, but in fact, only about twenty minutes later, the train starts
moving, and we're on our way to Nara. Also, the CEO of JR West probably
has to commit Seppuku (切腹 "Cut Stomach", also known as "Harakiri" if you
switch the Kanji around (<span title="Japanese-language text"><span lang="ja">腹
切</span></span>)) in order to restore the company's honor.</p>
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<p>Once again, there's not much to see on our ride to Nara on account of it
already being dark outside. The lights of the cities zoom by, as well as
the darkness of fields, rivers and hills. However, that is not to say that
the ride is boring. Since this is once again the train type where you can
switch the orientation of the seats by flipping the backrests, I at the
very least get to blow the minds of Bea and Brett just like I blew that of
Robert on our way from the airport.</p>
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<p>Arriving at Nara, Bea and Brett prefer to head straight back to the
Ryokan, while Robert and I still want to grab something to eat before
that. Fortunately, there's a nice place with the name of Osaka Oosho (大阪王将
"Great Slope King General" = "Osaka Shogi King") just across from the
station square.</p>
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<p>There, I am going for a Gyoza Teishoku (which also features a bowl of
rice and a dish of Karaage) while Robert orders a vegetable soup, and
we're both quite happy with our food.</p>
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<p>And on a whim, we also order a pair of sesame Mochi as desert since it
was advertised as a specialty of the house. And Dragon was that the right
choice! Normally, I am not a big fan of those rice-paste balls filled with
bean paste, but the roasted sesame coating turns out to compliment it so
extremely well that it defies words. Definitely a strong finish to an
eventful day!</p>
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<p>After that, Robert and I walk back to the Ryokan, taking a parallel side
street just because we've already walked the main road twice by now. And
since this is Japan, there's absolutely nothing to worry about, and we
safely arrive at the Ryokan a short time later.</p>
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<p>Then, we get a bit confused as there's no receptionist on duty despite it
being only 21:30. We wait for an adequate time, not wanting to be
unnecessarily rude, but eventually we simply grab our key from the desk
and head to our room. And that's it for our day trip to Kyoto. Now, let us
proceed with:</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Retrospective</span></h3>
<p>We had single rooms with futons to sleep on that were basically okay.
Futons are always a bit rough if you're not used to them, but as far as
futons go, I had nothing to complain about with these. At any rate, that
was the genuine Japanese experience I was looking for, but I won't be
singing any praises to those either anytime soon. Unlike to the food,
which was absolutely fantastic, and the only regret I had was that unlike
near Shiroishi, we weren't able to book dinner as well. The atmosphere was
very nice, with a good flair, and like most places in Japan, it was nice
and quiet at night. Our rooms had their own bathroom units and there was
also a nice Ofuro available to use. Both station and shopping options were
reasonably close, and we had freaking deer right outside the windows on
stairs leading from a turtle pond to a Buddhist temple complex. Beat <strong><em>that</em></strong>
in terms of location! Finally, the free WiFi worked most, but not all of
the time, but we also had room service and an AC that kept the room
temperature acceptable. Finally, with this being a Ryokan and all, the
place had a luxurious feel to it for my tastes, but naturally that also
means it was kinda expensive. At 7236¥ (roughly 46€) per night, this was
one of the more expensive places I stayed in, but I figure it was worth
that price in order to give my companions the genuine Ryokan experience
right off the bat. All things summed up, this was not only a great place
to stay in, but in fact the 4th-best place of the 66 places I have in my
list today, and the 2nd-best place after only the Bantam House of Cape
Town (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2019/09/book-iii-chapter-5-african-adventures.html">Book
III ~ Chapter 5 ~ African Adventures</a>) if you factor out the Fox Den
and Fox Loft in Munich, which I naturally made as close to ideal as they
get. So, if you are ever looking for a place to stay in this area, my
warmest recommendations go to the Ryokan Kousen.</p>
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<p>And that's it for Nara! Time to look towards:</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Road Ahead</span></h3>
<p>Next, our trip should lead us to Ise, but since this chapter is already
getting a bit crowded, I will cover that trip in its own chapter. So stay
tuned for the next chapter of the Travelling Fox Blog, and until then be
of great cheer!<br>
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<p><a name="7_21_top"> </a><i><b>9-Sep-2023 - 11-Sep-2023<br>
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<p><b>Table of Contents</b></p>
<ul>
<li><a href="#7_21_munich">The Technical Trouble Trip<br>
</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_21_flight_singapore">A Rough Ride</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_21_singapore">Singapore Sightseeing</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_21_flight_kix">A Flight too Late</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_21_kix">Race to the Railway</a></li>
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<p>After a delay of over three years thanks to first the Green Shnolz (see <a
href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2020/10/book-iv-prologue-of-chains-and-chances.html">Book
IV ~ Prologue ~ Of Chains and Chances</a>) and then the dead loss with
Elgen (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2023/04/book-v-chapter-14-broken-promise.html">Book
V ~ Chapter 14 ~ Broken Promises</a>), this year finally marks the year
when I get to go to Japan (again) with my best friend Robert. I was in
charge of planning this, and I did all the preparation that I could, and
yet, this should end up starting out as...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Technical Trouble Trip<br>
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<p><i><b>9-Sep-2023</b></i></p>
<p>Since this is a back-to-back vacation with my time at the Eurofurence
this year, I only get a little over a day to spend with my cats at home
and get everything ready, hoping they'll not shred the place too badly
while I'm away.</p>
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<p>With this being a two-week trip, I naturally need to bring quite some
stuff. Not as much as for my really long journeys, but still enough to
easily fill up most of my two backpacks and thus put me in my
characteristic travel harness once again.</p>
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<p>As usual, the first part of my trip consists of taking the bus to
Moosach...</p>
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<p>...at which point I already wonder if I should consider it a bad omen
that the in-bus info display is out of order and only displays some
semi-cryptic console output that requires at least [Computers 3] to
understand.</p>
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<p>Fortunately, whatever in the name of Dragon that is, it does not stop the
bus from arriving at Moosach, at which point I transfer to the S1 headed
for the airport.</p>
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<p>Inside, I realize that today seems to be a bad day for info displays, as
the S-Bahn display, too, is broken. Oh well, at least the error message is
more appealing this time around.</p>
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<p>However, I should soon learn that the technical trouble today is not
limited to info displays as I run into a ticket inspection, in which my
DeTiCa ("Deutschland Ticket Card") turns out to be locked for whatever
strange reason. In the end, I can prove the validity of my ticket by
pulling up my bank statement and showing the inspector where the monthly
price was debited, and I should at the next opportunity file a complaint
to the company, to which I haven't received a response to the date when
I'm writing this, and my DeTiCa is <em>still</em> locked.</p>
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<p>Despite those bumps, I eventually arrive at the airport without any
really major trouble, and subsequently wait for Robert who arrives a
little after me. Hailing literally from the other side of Munich, he took
the S8, which is the other S-Bahn line running to the airport, and also
the original one before the S1 was outfitted with an airport branch as
well.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Next up is the typical check-in drama, this time with Robert as an
audience and partner, which makes the whole circus a bit more bearable. As
usual, they have troubles with my name, despite it being written in my
passport, the counter clerk needs to get her boss, I have to run through
all the extra documents that I brought, including a ticket from my last
Singapore Airlines flight, and in the end said ticket ends up accidentally
getting shredded. Oh well, it was from that dreadful Philippines trip
anyway. One less thing to remind me of that.</p>
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<p>In the end, however, I still manage to get my boarding passes with my
actual name on top, and... something akin to my old name written below. I
say "akin" because it's my last name, my mother's maiden name, and my
first name, which is really, really interesting since my mother's maiden
name is not printed anywhere in my passport. Also, all of my old middle
names are completely omitted. Oh well, as long as it works...</p>
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<p>After that, we're going through security, which has a fancy boarding pass
checking system with gates for scanning boarding passes, many of which
actually work, occasionally even on first try.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Since we're still fashionably early, we spend some time walking around
the other side, looking for a place to grab some lunch. Well, that one's
on me, really, since Robert already had a very plentiful breakfast.</p>
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<p>As we do, we come across a food vending machine, which - like so many
other things today - is out of order...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>...just like the next water fountain that we come across. Fortunately,
the integrated tap is still working, so I can get a bit of a drink there.</p>
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<p>Normally, I have my favorite Italian restaurant here, at which I like to
get a Pizza before flights. However, today I can't seem to find it (turns
out it's only after the passport control), and so I settle for something
called "Surf & Turf" at a restaurant by the name of 4 Urbs. In
retrospective, I would much rather have enjoyed the pizza, however.</p>
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<p>Following lunch, we proceed through aforementioned passport control,
walking past a shoe cleaning machine, which is only notable because it
also decided to join the ranks of machines that are currently out of
order. I sure hope this weirdly persistent pattern does not extend to the
plane that we are soon to board.</p>
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<p>Said plane is an Airbus A350-900, and it is already a good sign that it
is right there at the gate and waiting for boarding preparations to
complete.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Boarding soon commences, and I am thankfully able to board without any
further complications caused by the weird way in which they wrote my old
name on the boarding pass.</p>
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<p>Nothing left but getting comfortable in our cramped seats at the back of
the plane...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>...and then it's departure time, with the plane embarking on what should
be...<br>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">A Rough Ride<br>
</span></h3>
<p><i><b>9-Sep-2023 - 10-Sep-2023</b></i><i><b><br>
Flight Duration:</b> 11h 30min<br>
<b>Approximate Distance: </b>10,600km<br>
</i><i><b>Average Speed:</b> 920km/h</i></p>
<p>For the first time since the Green Shnolz started, I get to fly without a
mask again, which makes the trip somewhat more comfortable. Also, having
managed to reserve seats near the back of the plane, I have a clear view
to the outside, so I can look forward to getting some nice aerial shots
along the way... once we're in the air, anyway.</p>
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<p>The weather couldn't be more ideal for takeoff. We have a sunny sky that
is free of all but a few clouds, as well as low humidity making for a
fantastic clear view of the landscape as we take off. It's a slight shame
that the plane takes off towards the east, meaning that my window faces
north, because otherwise I bet we could have seen all the way to the Alps.
But even as it is, we get a number of great views, such as the run of the
Isar, clearly discernible through the band of lush greenery surrounding
it, the great chimney of the Biomasseheizkraftwerk Zolling ("Biomass Heat
and Power Station Tolling") on the far side of the Isar, the Isarkanal and
the lakes left behind by a number of gravel quarries, and beyond that a
diverse landscape of irregular fields, forests and villages. Among others,
we fly over the town of Taufkirchen ("Baptism Churches"), and once or
twice I can even see the sparkle of a solar panel below. Now windmills,
though. This is Bavaria after all.</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-21-021_Munich_Takeoff.mp4"
height="360" width="640"></video></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-21-021_Munich_Takeoff.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>Not even 15 minutes into our flight, we already cross the Inn near
Kirchdorf, which you might remember from the bus trip on the staff outing
to Passau (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2023/07/book-v-chapter-17-passau-pedestrianism.html">Book
V ~ Chapter 17 ~ Passau Pedestrianism</a>). This is also where we cross
the national border, and enter Austrian airspace until further notice.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>There, we very narrowly graze the easternmost outskirts of the Alps near
Neunkirchen ("Nine Churches")...</p>
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<p>...with our next major landmark being Lake Balaton in Hungary, across
which my trip to the Philippines already led me. This time, I am looking
out into the other direction, which admittedly is not quite as
spectacular.</p>
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<p>Moving over Hungary and into Romania, the landscape below starts to
change. Unlike the vivid mix of fields and forests that dominated Germany
and Austria, these countries mostly have sprawling fields that look rather
dry, with little to no forests in between. Often, the only swathes of
green can be found near the rivers.</p>
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<p>There are exceptions, of course, such as the forested hills and mountains
of Transylvania. Flying over that area, I take note of Lacul Gura Apelor,
a reservoir lake of gaping like a scar between the nearby forested
mountains. The dam itself is noteworthy for being the tallest dam in all
of Romania.</p>
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<p>Roughly around that time, Robert is served his meal. Since he's a
pescetarian, I ordered the vegetarian menu for him, which apparently is
being served before the regular menu.</p>
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<p>Meanwhile, all the rest of us get for now is a bag of dried peas and
noodles, which I suppose is to serve as a less allergy-prone alternative
to peanuts.</p>
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<p>While waiting for my own food, the plane flies across the reservoir lake
chain of the Olt river...</p>
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<p>...followed soon thereafter by the Donau, which we cross near the city of
Ruse. Incidentally, that also marks our transition into Bulgarian
airspace.</p>
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<p>From there, it doesn't take long until we reach the shore of the Black
Sea near Byala...</p>
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<p>...and after that, it's all blue for a while.</p>
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<p>Well, actually, it's not all that long. Our route today only grazes the
very southeastern corner of the black sea, and only a little over 300km
later, we already make landfall again near Akçakoca, placing us in Turkish
airspace for now.</p>
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<p>And it is only after all of this that I finally get some food too,
roughly 800km and 1 hour after Robert got his. Oh well, I suppose I <em>did</em>
have lunch at the airport earlier, so I guess it's alright. As is the
food, because naturally I go for the more interesting non-chicken variant
again, which leaves me with some quite delicious Sambal Fish Rice.</p>
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<p>Below us, the land grows progressively more barren as we pass over the
arid regions of central Turkey. Well, central-ish. Actually, we're only a
little over 100km away from the shore of the black sea, but still, the
land below looks plenty dry.</p>
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<p>There, we also pass over a remarkable landform that is clearly
discernible from this high up: The valley of the Kelkit Irmağı ("Wolf
River"), which cuts an almost perfectly straight swathe over 150km long
and over 1000m deep. A landscape saturated with history all the way
into ancient times, when it was known as the Lycos river (also meaning
"Wolf"). Once a major trade route leading from Armenia Minor to Bithynia,
it is still of economic importance to this day as a national highway runs
along its length.</p>
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<p>That should be the last sight for today, as clouds swallow up the ground
soon thereafter...</p>
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<p>...and do not let up until we're well into the night, and past the first
set of turbulence which occurs roughly around India, where the weather is
apparently presently in upheaval.</p>
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<p>Incidentally, here's the route we're flying today: Following Turkey, it
takes us across Iran just south of the shore of the Caspian Sea, followed
by Pakistan, while Afghanistan is neatly dodged (as is the Sindh region of
Pakistan, for whatever reason). Following that, we cross over India and
the Bay of Bengal, cross the Malay peninsula at the height of Thailand's
southern appendix, and then fly a loop around most of the Malaysian part
until we reach Singapore.</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-21-039_Route_to_Singapore.mp4"
height="360" width="640"></video></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-21-039_Route_to_Singapore.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>As usual, I try to get some shuteye in the night, as opposed to many
other passengers that are clearly intent to set themselves up for jetlag
syndrome.</p>
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<p>Meanwhile, I try to doze as best as I can. Occasionally, I wake and
glance out of the window, and coincidentally, one such time happens to be
right at the Indian shore, as we embark onto the Bay of Bengal.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>The next part of the flight should be particularly bumpy, as is always
the case when flying over this particular stretch of ocean. As such, I
wake up several times during the night, often saying a short prayer to
Inari and whatever spirits watch over us before going back to nap. It is
during one such time that I look out of the window to see a beautiful
tropical crescent moon in the skies above.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Breakfast is bravely served even before we are entirely across the bumpy
Bay of Bengal, and my brave choice nets me a serving of tasty Asian Prawn
Noodles.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Dawn breaks soon thereafter, roughly around the time that we cross the
Malay peninsula.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>As it becomes progressively brighter outside shapes of land are starting
to become distinguishable, such as Tioman Island off the coast of
Malaysia.</p>
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<p>Eventually, we make landfall near the Malaysian town of Sedili Kechil...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>...and from that point onward, we're pretty much on landing approach to
Singapore Changi Airport. There's a lot of green as we cross over the last
bit of the Malay peninsula, which is eventually interrupted by the mighty
Lebam River, which is so wide that it could easily pass as a strait.
However, the actual straits only come thereafter, to the left and right of
Tekong Island, along the shores of which a massive land reclamation
project is currently in progress. Following that, we are already at the
airport.<br>
</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-21-047_Singapore_Landing.mp4"
height="360" width="640"></video></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-21-047_Singapore_Landing.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>And to briefly get back to aforementioned land reclamation project, since
I've stopped by Singapore Changi Airport a few times by now (this is
actually my fifth visit here already), I've seen the project gradually
develop over time. Back when I travelled to New Zealand in 2016, for
example, they were only in the process of constructing the outer dams (See
<a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2016/09/to-singapore-and-beyond.html">Book
I ~ Chapter 1 ~ To Singapore, and Beyond!</a>), and now, not even seven
years later, they have all but drained the whole area, connecting the two
islands of Tekong Kechil and Tekong. Google currently still features a
picture of what it looked like halfway through, by the way.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Anyway, in the meantime, the usual plane exit jam has begun, and since
we're at the very back of the plane, it will be some time until we can get
out.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>Fortunately, with a layover of 7 hours, there's absolutely no reason for
us to rush, and we even have ample time for some...</p>
<p><br>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Singapore Sightseeing<br>
</span></h3>
<p><i><b>10-Sep-2023</b></i></p>
<p>Now, going sightseeing in Singapore Changi airport is not hard. In fact,
it is pretty much impossible to be here and not go sight seeing, because
the first sight that anyone will be seeing is the airport itself, which is
unlike any other airport I've ever seen in all of the world. For starters,
the floors of almost the entire airport building are covered in carpet,
right from the very jetbridge.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>And beyond that, the terminals are open, lofty, friendly, with lots of
plants and generally, making the whole place seem less like a piece of
functional infrastructure, and more like one giant highbrow hotel.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>Now, there's lots and lots to see on this airport alone, but since we're
flying with Singapore Airlines, there's an additional perk on top of all
that: The Free Singapore Tour! I already made use of that offer during my
first visit in 2016, but since then they have expanded and now offer not
one, but a total of four tours, and the demand is high! Luckily, I was
able to register Robert and myself for the new Changi District tour in
advance, so right now we only need to check in on that.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Having gotten our tour stickers (which effectively act as tickets)...</p>
<p></p>
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<p>...we still have some time to look around. One very useful piece of
infrastructure are the <em>functional</em> water fountains that are
literally standing on every corner, and are even labeled in German.
Unfortunately, the water quality is not quite as nice as back home, but at
the very least I can use it to quench my thirst.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>After that, I give Robert a guided tour of the various sights that
Singapore Changi Airport has to offer, starting with the koi pond...</p>
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<p>...as well as the butterfly garden.</p>
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<p>Before long, however, it is already time to gather for our tour, which
happens to be the Changi District tour. Considering that it's three hours
long, this tour alone will already take a significant chunk out of our
layover.</p>
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<p>First, we have to get through immigration, which as you might imagine is
again very interesting with my name and all. However, eventually I do
manage to get cleared and get to go on the tour by means of a bus that I
am quite certain was not anywhere near as colorful as this the last time
around.</p>
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<p>The initial bus ride itself is already quite nice. Not only do we get to
see a lot of the city, which features enough greenery to be adequately
called a garden, but also the English of the tour guides has improved
significantly, so this time around I am actually able to follow her
exposition. Most of what we pass by are tall blocks of apartments which in
less densely settled areas would probably already pass as skyscrapers, but
we also drive through an area of very expensive single-family and duplex
houses.</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-21-059_Singapore_Changi_Tour_Bus_Ride.mp4"
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<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-21-059_Singapore_Changi_Tour_Bus_Ride.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>On this tour, we should visit two different parts of the Changi district,
the two of them roughly 7km apart. First is the Tampines area, and second
is the Changi Beach Park. Altogether, our route takes us through roughly
5% of Singapore, which means that if you skip out on all of the details,
seeing all of Singapore would take roughly 60 hours, which is enough to
fill about a week.<br>
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<p>Anyway, our first stop is the Tampines Central Park, which is actually
not part of the Changi district anymore, but the next district over. This
one is named after the Tempinis tree, which is a native latex tree. This
area is dominated by towering, modern blocks of flats which despite their
dimensions still manage to look bright, friendly and welcoming. Also,
homely, as people hang out their laundry in specially designed alcoves at
precarious heights.</p>
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<p>As out tour guide shows us around the park, she tells us how above all,
the neighborhoods are designed to create a sense of community. As such,
all the houses have nearby parks with public areas where you can meet and
mingle, playgrounds that are distinctive enough to serve as landmarks, and
shady gazebos to take shelter in from the blazing tropical sun. Right now,
by the way, the weather is more overcast and sometimes even a bit rainy.
Still, I'm wearing plenty of sunscreen.</p>
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<p>However, the park only serves to set the stage for our actual destination
in this area: The Our Tampines Hub, which can only be described as the Big
Ol' Granddaddy of all community centers. It features a pool on the top
floor, and that is only the beginning.</p>
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<p>On the inside, it features a food court, a public area for watching TV on
a big screen, with color-coded chairs so people can easily communicate
where they'll be sitting if they want to meet up...</p>
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<p>...as well as a service hub where you can literally take care of <em>everything.
</em>One thing that our tour guide particularly stresses is the Housing
& Development Board, a government agency centered on the principle
that everyone should own their own apartments, and not just rent them. The
basic idea is that people will take better care of their homes if they
actually own them, and since it's a government run agency, they actually
give their clients fair and affordable payment plans.</p>
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<p>Next, there's a sports stadium that also doubles as a festival ground.
With space being such a limited resource here in Singapore, people have to
get creative about how to make the most of each acre.</p>
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<p>The top floor features a running track that runs around the whole upper
walkway beneath a roof that is covered with solar panels...</p>
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<p>...next to the Eco-Community Garden, where kids can learn about nature
right in the heart of what might be the most urban place on earth. Among
other things, I find some tiny aubergines growing in here.</p>
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<p>Then, there's rooftop grilling stations...</p>
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<p>...as well as public water fountains on every floor.</p>
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<p>After that short excursion into what a city of the 21st century <em>should</em>
look like, we get back into the bus and move one stop further to the
Changi Beach Park, where first out tour guide treats us to some typical
singaporean snacks from a local food market.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>We also pass by another food court where cultural diversity and respect
is practiced in such a way that the collectors for empty food trays are
divided by trays from Halal and non-Halal stalls.</p>
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<p>The finale of this guided tour is a walk through Changi Point Coastal
Walk, a green seaside park with bridges and boardwalks...</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>...at the end of which we arrive at the shore, looking out across the
strait into the very direction that our flight came from a few hours
prior. To the right, the green trees of Tekong Island - where the huge
land reclamation project is in progress - can be seen.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>After that, it's back to the airport by bus. We pass by some very
expensive looking beach houses (some of which were also visible on my
video from the landing approach in Singapore on the way to the Philippines
(see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2022/10/book-v-chapter-8-philippine-prospect.html">Book
V ~ Chapter 8 ~ Philippine Prospect</a>), an then back to the airport
via the intra-city highway.</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-21-075_Singapore_Changi_Tour_Bus_Return_Ride.mp4"
height="360" width="640"></video></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-21-075_Singapore_Changi_Tour_Bus_Return_Ride.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>However, though the return to the airport marks the end of our guided
tour of Singapore, it is not the end of our sightseeing here by a long
shot, for the tour guide highly recommends all of us to check out the
Jewel, and drops us off right outside of it.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Now, what is the Jewel? Put plainly, it is a gorgeous gemstone of a mall
sitting squat in the centre of Singapore Changi airport, yet is not a part
of it. As such, we can access it only now, that we have gone through
immigration and before we go back through passport control. This is
something I completely missed out on when last I was in Singapore, and as
such I am more than happy to take the opportunity to do that now.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>On the inside, the Jewel is divided into several parts. First, there's
the outer ring, which consists of several floors - both up and down of
stores, most of them quite highbrow. The typical shopping mall experience.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Less typical is the center, which could not be less typical for a mall: A
circular waterfall majestically pours down in the middle of a tropical
rainforest planted in concentric terraces that one can walk through. This
is truly a spectacular sight to behold!</p>
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<p></p>
<p>The bottom floor of the Jewel is home to the food republic, which as the
name suggests is a food court with foods from all over the region. Robert
has some trouble deciding on where to eat, but eventually we pick a
Chinese place and I go with a bowl of Hong Kong Noodles. Robert was
looking for something authentic Singaporean, but the problem is that
Singapore is a melting pot of southeast Asian cultures, there's a lot of
food that is either Chinese, Malay, Vietnamese, Indonesian, Filipino,
Japanese, and so on, but there isn't really any typical Singaporean food.
At least not in this food court there isn't!</p>
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<p></p>
<p>The top floor meanwhile is home to all the ticketed attractions, such as
the canopy park (a rope climbing park that is not for those who are afraid
of heights), the mirror maze, and the hedge maze. The rates are around
10-15€ per person, but since we've already had enough trouble paying for
food earlier (my credit cards didn't work, but fortunately Robert's did),
and the airport has plenty of free attractions, we decide to skip out on
these.</p>
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<p>Also, up here there's a bar that has clearly misunderstood the concept of
the happy hour.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>After that, we return to Changi Airport by means of the underground
connection between the Jewel and there, and proceed to explore the parts
of the airport that we didn't see before. In fact, since the largest part
of terminal 2 was undergoing extensive renovations the last time I was
here (which actually was only a little over a year ago), there's still new
stuff to discover even for me on my fifth visit here.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>One thing that may or may not have been here the last times around - but
which I did definitely not take notice of before - is the water lily
garden. Located in Terminal 1, it was either added retroactively, or I did
simply miss it during my previous visits. Either way, it is a nice little
idyll filled with ponds and all sorts of aquatic plants flourishing within
them.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>Unfortunately, we do not have the time to actually check out the
refurbished Terminal 2 today. With the Changi District Tour taking the
better part of our layover, and our subsequent exploration of the Jewel, I
only have time to briefly show Robert the Cactus Garden, which is also
located in Terminal 1...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>...and then it's time to take the Sky Train to Terminal 3, from where our
next flight is scheduled to depart shortly.</p>
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<p>We arrive at the gate shortly before it opens, and for a brief moment I
fantasize about how could it would be if those gates would be actual gates
that you could step through and that would take you to your destination
instantly. No more sitting in cramped flights, stupid security checks or
waiting for baggage. Just ZAP, and you're there! Now wouldn't that be
great?</p>
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<p></p>
<p>The real world is not that awesome, however, and after getting through
the obligatory security screening, we end up sitting in the waiting lounge
for quite some time while it gets progressively more rainy outside. Also,
the seeds for potential trouble emerge as our flight is delayed due to the
plane having arrived late from its last flight and needing time to get
everything in order again. </p>
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<p></p>
<p>Eventually, the plane gets fully prepared, and we're allowed to board,
leaving this most amazing airport behind...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>...and taking our seats in the back of the modern Boeing 787 Dreamliner
that is going to take us the rest of the way to Japan.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>However, due to aforementioned delay (and potentially other technical
difficulties), this should still be...</p>
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</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">A Flight too Late<br>
</span></h3>
<p><i><b>10-Sep-2023<br>
<i><b>Flight </b></i>Duration:</b> 6h 00min<br>
</i><i><b>Approximate Distance: </b>5,000km<br>
</i><i><b>Average Speed:</b> 830km/h</i></p>
<p>Quite possibly related to the delay of the plane, this ride starts with
more technical trouble. For starters, the screens in the seats appear to
have some problem that puts them at... partial functionality. For one, the
in-flight map app is not functioning properly.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>Another thing that's not working is the obligatory flight safety video,
so instead we get to enjoy the once common but nowadays very rare manual
flight safety demonstration by the flight attendants.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>And the weather, too, does not look like we'll have a very enjoyable
start. With rain falling from this low hanging sky, we're bound to be
inside the cloud layer in no time flat.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>However, as the plane makes its way across the long maze of runways
(which in this huge airport takes so long and involves so many turns that
I eventually start wondering whether we've been put in a ground-based
holding pattern) I unexpectedly spot a white heron standing on the grass
near the runway, curiously eying the large white metal bird that rolls by.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>Eventually, we manage to make it to the runway, and subsequently take off
towards the south. As I feared we get into a layer of clouds within a
minute after takeoff - seeing little but some ocean and a good number of
ships before - but fortunately that one turns out to be only a very
localized cluster, and after that we get a nice view of all of Singapore
as the plane circles towards the northeast in a wide arc giving us a
panoramic view of the city of lions in the distance before we finally get
swallowed up by the cloud layer for good.</p>
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<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-21-095_Singapore_Takeoff.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>We eventually emerge from that, but naturally that means that for the
next good while, there's nothing to see outside but a huge white mountains
of clouds.</p>
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<p>And even that just suffers a streak of blue as the modern screen tint
shades - which the windows of this so-called "modern" plane feature in
place of normal drawers - malfunction. Normally, you'd be able to set how
opaque or transparent you want them to be via a button at the bottom, but
that doesn't work, and the screen tint shades all throughout the plane
simply end up being a consistent shade of blue. Well, not like there's
much to see out there anyway except for clouds and the ocean.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>In fact, we're literally flying above the ocean for the entire duration
of our flight, often not within sight of land. First, we fly over the
South Chinese Sea, passing between Taiwan and the Philippines, and then we
follow the islands of Okinawa until Kyushu, at which point the pilot goes
"Oops, almost would have gone across land", makes a sharp right turn and
proceeds south of the coast of Shikoku until he can turn north into Oosaka
bay, where our destination airport of KIX is located. KIX stands for <strong>K</strong>ansai
<strong>I</strong>nternational Airport <strong>X</strong>D, which is a
mouthful, so I am just gonna call it KIX for short. Also, KIX is way cuter
since it makes for a syntactically correct <a href="https://xenoblade.fandom.com/wiki/Phonex">Phonex</a>
name.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Once again, this ride should be rather rough and shaky, passing across
oceans and all, and it is at this point that I resolve not to take any
more vacations that will require a plane journey unless I have someone to
hold close when things get scary like this. Robert is sitting next to me,
but he's not a very cuddly person. Anyway, during a slightly more calm
leg, they serve dinner, which for me takes the form of fish with mashed
potatoes, vegetables and Soba noodle soup. The latter is the first
indication that we're slowly starting to arrive in Japan, though with all
the turbulence ongoing eating it is a bit of an adventure.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>As it gets late, I try to get a little shuteye once again, even while
most of the plane as usual decides to focus on movies. At least that part
of the in-flight entertainment system is still working. Could you imagine
the riot if that were to malfunction too?</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>While dozing, I occasionally look up to track out flight by means of the
progress bar, which is the only part of the navigation app that is still
working. I am also keeping an eye on the time, which is starting to worry
me. Originally, our flight was scheduled to arrive at KIX at 21:35, which,
while already kinda late, would still be basically okay. However, with the
delay that we suffered, it looks like we actually won't arrive before
22:00, which is kinda problematic since Japan - civilized as though it
might be otherwise - has this thing where no trains are running after
midnight(-ish). So that means that Robert and I are slowly running into
the danger of missing the final train to Nara, considering that after
landing we still have to go through immigration, luggage claim, customs
and whatnot. So I am left praying twofold, first that we'll get to KIX
safely, and then that we'll manage to get from KIX to Nara without
becoming stranded somewhere along the way.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>As nerve-wrecking as the flight itself was, the landing at KIX turns out
to be spectacularly uninteresting. Coming in from the southwest late in a
dark and rainy night on an airport that is built on reclaimed land in the
middle of Osaka Bay, the only things that would theoretically be visible
are the distant lights of Awaji-Shima (淡路島 "Thin Route Island") in the
distance, and even those are so few and weak that they barely register. I
did take a video of the landing, but in the end it just turned out to be
six-and-a-half minutes of almost perfect darkness. So instead of a video,
here's the heavily post-processed frame with the most things visible on it
of the entire landing.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>We don't get to see much of KIX itself once on the ground either, because
a thick and heavy rain quickly pelts the windows to the point of total
opacity.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>In the end it is roughly the projected 22:00 that we arrive, which makes
things from here on out... interesting. As usual, the next thing that
happens is the plane exit jam, only this time Robert and I are in a bit
more of a rush to get out. But since there's little we can do about that
short of making ourselves very unpopular with hundreds of other
passengers, we have to bide our time until we can finally disembark.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>As such, our subsequent stay at KIX would be much less of a relaxed
arrival and much more of a...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Race to the Railway</span></h3>
<p><i><b>10-Sep-2023 - 11-Sep-2023</b></i></p>
<p>Eventually, we make it off the plane, and I lead the way in this strange
and disappointingly simple airport, mostly following the crowd of mostly
native-looking people who seem to know where to go, but also verifying our
course with the signs that we pass by. Fortunately, most of those feature
an English description along with helpful pictographs. </p>
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<p>Turns out that just like Singapore Changi Airport, KIX also has an
automated transit system, albeit one that looks far more dated, which is
actually kinda embarrassing considering that KIX is not only 12 years
younger than Singapore Changi Airport, but also 2 years younger than
Munich Airport and 7 years younger than me. And yet, it looks like the
oldest of the three, like it was built in the 80s or something.</p>
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<p>After that, things get a bit cumbersome, however. For starters, in
immigration we need to fill out a form that asks all sort of irrelevant
information that no one is ever going to verify, such as the phone number
of the place we'll be staying at (like we're only gonna stay at one
place), which fortunately happened to have prepared as part of my
"incredibly well-prepared" package of preparations that I prepared in
advance. Remember kids: Be prepared!</p>
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<p>Anyway, after that we manage to make our way to the luggage claim, where
we are fortunately able to pick up our bags relatively quickly. Hooray for
Japanese efficiency! Unfortunately, afterwards there's customs, which once
again involves us having to fill out a form that effectively says we have
nothing to declare, and yet we have to fill in the same information that
we already put on the immigration forms, including the stay place phone
number. Boo for duplication and pointless effort!</p>
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<p>Having jumped through all these hoops, we finally arrive in the main hall
of KIX. By now, all the processes have thinned out the crowd of people
significantly, so there's no one we can follow and we have to look around
to find out where the trains depart from.</p>
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<p>Fortunately, my high perception helps me find a sign pointing towards the
train station, and our route there should involve us turning around and
taking an escalator to the upper floor, and then going across a bridge to
the apparently neighboring station building. Since we're in a hurry I do
not exactly take time to take in anything apart from the immediately
necessary. The time by now is almost 23:00, which is when the final train
with connections to Nara is going to depart.</p>
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<p>Arriving at the station brings with it the next twin challenges. For
starters, there's the question if the handy PasMo Cards that Robert and I
have been keeping ever since our last visit to Japan 5 years ago will
still allow us through the ticket gates, to which the answer is
"Thankfully yes".</p>
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<p>The second challenge is the split-second decision of which train to
board, which is further complicated by the fact that the station
apparently serves two different train companies which are behind different
ticket gates, and we're already through the ticket gate and I know going
back, while possible, is complicated, and that's not time we have. So, I
use my best judgement to decide on which train to board, and thankfully
that turns out to be correct. We are now literally on the last train that
will get us a connection to Nara - and it's quite full at that.</p>
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<p>So, for now we are aboard the Kansai Kuukou Line Kankuu-Rapid for
Kyoubashi (or as it says on the displays, the 関西空港線関空速京橋行き, good luck
deciphering that when you're in a hurry, which incidentally roughly
translates to: "Gateway West Airport Line KIX Express for Capital
Bridge"), which we will take until Shin-Imamiya (新今宮 "New Now Shrine").
There, we will transfer onto the much more pronounceable Yamatoji Line
(大和路線 "Great Harmony Path Line"), which will then take us the rest of the
way to Nara.</p>
<p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFHOphl-FJSzc6-4H3W0NGl-CvdbuXJBXs_fkZ9-IhyIw9lIjs8MtwITmcCDZq78bHDcqARsEyRrXxkTVvVBtZmSxOlITw0heXrAuMI9xknhrHLgBbXcjqK8cF_zjEgL4vUnqaZ63cUL_QkkTVeYzGUJ-sgbmlsJ_enZKY3xZIvZC31xx9y41knDdfT0w/s640/07-21-113%20Route%20KIX%20to%20Nara.png" style="display: block; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFHOphl-FJSzc6-4H3W0NGl-CvdbuXJBXs_fkZ9-IhyIw9lIjs8MtwITmcCDZq78bHDcqARsEyRrXxkTVvVBtZmSxOlITw0heXrAuMI9xknhrHLgBbXcjqK8cF_zjEgL4vUnqaZ63cUL_QkkTVeYzGUJ-sgbmlsJ_enZKY3xZIvZC31xx9y41knDdfT0w/s640/07-21-113%20Route%20KIX%20to%20Nara.png"/></a></div></p>
<p>On account of it being almost midnight by now, there's little to be seen
outside the windows apart from the lights of buildings zooming us by. And
since pretty much the entire coastline of the Osaka bay is densely
settled, there's actually a lot of those. In fact, we could have walked
all the way from KIX to Osaka (which admittedly would have taken us about
two days, but hey...) and we wouldn't have had to cross a single field all
that while, that's how densely settled the Osaka metropolitan area is.<br>
</p>
<p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijntIYYfSa2WD40-Daxv8nJPnT50y1C1PCC98TRHZrb7lC3atcIbhDUERqSTVeCRYWxlgk3iRYPnvCDVCvB2gk3N7D2PRSnlVC49FVCfh6I3AhCjogL7yRZuyZg4hx7oxkrDEW8QnuNq-2A2KE6qUaktvN3CVR-LOxzPPEgwIhkRhp43oC7HMN48Sn9hU/s640/07-21-114%20KIX%20to%20Shin-Imamiya.png" style="display: block; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijntIYYfSa2WD40-Daxv8nJPnT50y1C1PCC98TRHZrb7lC3atcIbhDUERqSTVeCRYWxlgk3iRYPnvCDVCvB2gk3N7D2PRSnlVC49FVCfh6I3AhCjogL7yRZuyZg4hx7oxkrDEW8QnuNq-2A2KE6qUaktvN3CVR-LOxzPPEgwIhkRhp43oC7HMN48Sn9hU/s640/07-21-114%20KIX%20to%20Shin-Imamiya.png"/></a></div></p>
<p>Once in Shin-Imamiya, we have to transfer to aforementioned Yamatoji
Line. Fortunately, we have ample time for that, and by now I feel like I'm
on familiar turf again, so I easily manage to get us to the correct
platform.</p>
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<p>There, the last trains of the day are already up on the display, with
ours being the second to arrive. It is by now almost tomorrow, and with us
being here on our last platform waiting for our last train that we are
sure to catch for now, I finally feel like I am able to relax a little.</p>
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<p>Also, something that I've definitely missed are the copious and often
cute floor guides that tell you where the doors are and where to queue.
The deer-pictographs also make it easy to understand for people who can't
read Japanese. Then again, the Japanese text does not exactly add much to
that, saying only the name of the train which is already clearly
communicated by the green color and symbol, as well as "please wait in a
2-people-line".</p>
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<p>The train that eventually arrives turns out to be of equally green color,
though whether this is a general design choice or just because we happened
to catch the Kyoto Tea Country Train should remain a mystery to me.</p>
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<p>This one is not quite as full, and also features horizontal seats with
that one feature that always blows the minds of every tourist who sees it
for the first time: You can switch the direction in which the seats are
facing by flipping over the backrest! This is made possible due to the
seat cushion and armrest being perfectly symmetrical while the backrest is
mounted on a rail in the armrest and the wall that allow its orientation
to be switched easily and by anyone. On top of that, green Tea Country
banners decorate the inside of the train in a consistent and
coordinated manner.<br>
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<p>The ride from Shin-Imamiya to Nara first takes us out of the Osaka
metropolitan area, and then through a narrow stretch of mountains
separating the Osaka coastal plains from the Nara basin, through which the
last part of our ride continues. That area is not quite as densely
settled, which means we regularly pass through fields. Not that we should
actually see much of that on account of it being past midnight by now. The
most contrast we get is the lights of towns and cities, and the absence of
them whenever we pass through a field.</p>
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<p>By the time we arrive in Nara, it's already 0:45 on Monday. Unlike us,
the train terminates here and won't move another inch until sunrise. The
two of us, meanwhile, still have a bit to go until we reach the Ryokan
where we'll stay.<br>
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<p>On the plus side, it's a straight path from the station, only about 1km
away, and Japan is the sort of country were I feel perfectly safe being
out late at night, even if there's no one else around. On the minus side,
however, it's raining, we've still got all our luggage to carry, and it
feels like it's been one long day.</p>
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<p>However, we do manage to make it to our Ryokan, and thankfully, part of
my "Incredibly Well Prepared"-suite included writing the Ryokan in advance
and informing them that we'll be checking in late, so they have someone
waiting for us, and we are able to check in without any complications.</p>
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<p>And so, after a stressful and adventurous journey, Robert and I finally
arrive in our cozy little Ryokan room, were we are happy to carefully set
our backpacks down on the tatami mat floor, and finally get a bit of rest
after this long journey. From start to finish, we've been on the road for
approximately 34 hours now.</p>
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<p>But all is well that ends well. We've made it to Japan, and I
already eagerly look forward to all the amazing things we are
going to be doing starting tomorrow... or actually, later today. Our trip
through Japan should take us through a total of four areas, the first of
which covers Nara and Kyoto. I'll write about that one shortly, so look
forward to the next chapter of the Travelling Fox Blog!</p>
<p><br>
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<body><a name="7_20_top"> </a> <i><b>3-September-2023 - 7-September-2023</b></i><br>
<b>Table of Contents</b><br>
<ul>
<li><a href="#7_20_to_hamburg">Crosswise through Germany</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_20_place">The Place</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_20_day_1">Day 1 ~ The Beginning of an Era</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_20_geocaching">City Caching</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_20_day_2">Day 2 ~ Joining the Pack</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_20_alster">Around the Alster</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_20_day_3">Day 3 ~ Furry Tails</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_20_hustle">A Hurried Hustle</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_20_day_4">Day 4 ~ All Cats are Beautiful</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_20_retrospective">The Retrospective</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_20_to_munich">The Terminating Train Trip</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_20_ahead">The Road Ahead</a></li>
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<p>Once again, and after a long time, it is time for a a furry convention.
The last one that I attended was the EF 25 in 2019, taking place in Berlin
(see <a href="http://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2019/12/book-iii-chapter-9-busy-in-berlin.html">Book
III ~ Chapter 9 ~ Busy in Berlin</a>). Then, in 2020, when the Green
Shnolz struck, the Eurofurence that year was cancelled, and there wasn't
another one until 2022, which I opted not to attend on account of my
Philippines trip that year, and the uncertainty about how things would
progress between me and Elgen from there on out. In retrospective, not
going was probably actually a good choice, because apparently the location
in Berlin had degraded over the pandemic years, and there was a bit of a
falling out. As a result, this year's EF is no longer in Berlin but in
Hamburg, which means a whole new place for me to explore. And this year
around, the theme is...</p>
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<p>Despite me having already been to a number of Eurofurences before, this
is still a premiere for me in a number of ways. Not only is my first time
in Hamburg, but it is also the first time I go to a furry convention since
moving to the Fox Loft, and since having cats. As such, I must make
certain preparations, and with this trip being back-to-back with yet
another, bigger trip that is yet to come, I actually have to prepare for
yet another absence of almost three weeks. As such, I stock up on rows of
cat food and take every possible precaution in order to make it as easy
for my catsitter as possible to feed them the right amount of food.
Because while the lady feeding my cats in my absence is sweet, she is also
getting old, and has that habit of feeding the cats <em>way</em> too
much. So this time around, as a last attempt to get it right, I schedule
each can for consumption, and even add a stop-sign to the extra cans that
I intend to feed the cats for the days after my return.</p>
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<p>That, and another handy feeding checklist are as much precautions as I
can reasonably think off, and after that, it is time for me to embark on a
journey...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Crosswise through Germany</span></h3>
<p> <i><b>3-September-2023</b></i></p>
<p>Departing relatively early on a Sunday morning, I make my way to the
Untermenzing S-Bahn station without meeting all too many people...</p>
<p></p>
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<p>...from where I take the S2 to get to the Munich central station.</p>
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<p>Arriving there, I see that the renovation works are well underway. The
entire front atrium has been closed off and stripped to its bones, and all
through the main hall there are little islands of ongoing construction
where the food stalls once were. Good thing I prepared provisions for the
ride in advance.</p>
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<p>As I head towards my platform, I come across a curiosity: I have heard of
people buying and selling used cars and such, but apparently, there's a
market for buying and selling used trains just as well. If your finances
allow for it, you can buy electric locomotives, double-decker wagons,
multi-unit trains and many others. Don't ask me how much one of those is
though. The prices are not displayed on the website, and most likely fall
into the "if you gotta ask then you can't afford it" category.</p>
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<p>I for my part am travelling with a less used and more modern ICE train
today. Normally, I'd take advantage of the now-existing 49€ ticket, which
lets my use all the regional trains in Germany, but since my destination
is on the other side of the country, I'm relying on one of our Inter-City
Express trains this time around.</p>
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<p>My route today takes me squat through the middle of Germany... quite
literally. In fact, I pass right through Eisenach, and thus between two of
the centers of Germany that I visited together with Robert two years ago
(see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2021/11/book-iv-bonus-chapter-part-2-through.html">Book
IV ~ Bonus Chapter Part 2 ~ Through the Middle</a>). Before that, it
also takes me though Ingolstadt, which I did finally reach by bike a
little over a year ago (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2022/08/book-v-chapter-6-project-petal-part-7.html">Book
V ~ Chapter 6 ~ Project Petal Part 7 ~ Into Ingolstadt</a>). Also, until
today, the train tracks I travelled still had a gap between Hanover and
Hamburg, which this trip neatly bridges. So with this trip, I have now not
only travelled all around Germany, but also crosswise through the very
center.</p>
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<p>As for the train, it is kinda full, but since I have a reserved seat
that's not a problem.</p>
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<i><b>Ride Duration:</b> 7h</i><br>
<i><b>Approximate Distance:</b> 820km</i><br>
<i><b>Average Speed:</b> 117km/h</i><br>
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<p>The ride itself is pretty straightforward, with no train changes
required, and takes me though most biomes that are present in Germany,
predominately fields and forests, with the Mittelgebirge ("middle
mountains") adequately in the very middle. At the beginning the train
passes over the Donau and first through Ingolstadt and later Nürnberg.
There's a lot of tunnels and bridges alternating in the middle, making it
hard to get good shots, but I managed at least one. Leaving Bavaria
behind, one can quickly spot the many windmills of literally every other
state, some of which are switched off, by the way, because Bavaria vetoed
the construction of power lines to the south, meaning that the excess
renewable energy produced in the regenerative north of Germany never makes
it to the conservative south, which in turn makes electricity more
expensive there. Oh well. Anyway, eventually, the train transitions
through the terminal flat lands of northern Germany, and as it arrives in
Hamburg crosses over the river Elbe, which at this point has actually
already split into several arms that encase a part of the city.</p>
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<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-20-010_Munich_to_Hamburg.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>As I pass by Eisenach I decide it's about time to eat my humble lunch,
which consists of a Streichkäsesemmel ("Cream Cheese Bread Roll") and a
Müsliriegel. Not much, but since I'm not exactly expending a lot of energy
sitting here in the train, I figure it'll do.</p>
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<p>Amazingly, the train arrives in Hamburg with barely any delay, and so I
find myself on the busy central station of Hamburg for the first time
since passing through here with Robert on our ride from Sylt to Bremen
(see <a href="http://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2021/02/book-iv-chapter-9-waves-of-wind-and.html">Book
IV ~ Chapter 9 ~ Waves of Wind and Water</a>).</p>
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<p>The true premiere, however, is that this time, this terminates the train
trek for today, for from here on out I walk towards my stay place for
these next few nights, which is an Airbnb approximately 6 STEPs away from
the Station.</p>
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<p>And I do find it without any problems. Nothing special, just one
apartment out of many, but that is all I need, really.</p>
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<p>I am quick to check in, which I suppose is as good a time as any for
telling you about...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Place</span></h3>
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<p>The first thing I notice when entering the building is the old stairwell,
which features a modern elevator... but only after a flight of 6 initial
stairs. Oh well, I suppose it still helps if you need to get to one of the
upper floors. Meanwhile, I take the stairs even with all my luggage since
the Airbnb is only on the 2nd floor. </p>
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<p>There, I do have a nice little plank-floored room with view on the street
outside...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>...as well as a complimentary pitcher of lightly sparkled water and a
scented candle.</p>
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<p>The bathroom is shared and most importantly contains a shower, which is
absolutely essential for me to follow the 6-2-1 rule, which is a general
rule for all conventions: 6 hours of sleep, 2 good meals and 1 shower
every day.</p>
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<p>Ironically, the kitchen which I normally am keen to use in Airbnbs is
pretty irrelevant for that, since I should end up spending most of my time
at the convention, which includes eating my meals there too.</p>
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<p>But it's good to have the option, anyways. Especially when the kitchen
also contains a bunch of little curiosities, such as a translation sheet
for all sorts of fruits & vegetables. I <em>think</em> the languages
are English, French and Spanish.</p>
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<p>There's also complimentary tea, which is stored in a very cute and
fitting Alice-in-Wonderland-themed tea box.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>And finally, the kitchen also features a balcony which overlooks a small,
yet very green courtyard.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>I do not linger there for very long after my initial arrival. After all,
I have to hurry over to the place where the Eurofurence is being held if I
am to make in in time for...</p>
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<a href="#top" name="7_20_day_1"><span style="font-size: 75%;">↑ to top</span></a><br>
<h3><span style="color: orange;">Day 1 ~ The Beginning of an Era</span></h3>
<i><b>3-September-2023</b></i><br>
<p>Though my Airbnb is within extended walking distance of the place where
the Eurofurence is being held, I am in a bit of a rush right now. The
opening ceremony is supposed to start at 17:00, and it's now already
16:15, and I still need to pick up my badge and all. So, I opt to go for
what I figure is the fastest way, and hop onto a bus...</p>
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<p>...which fortunately turns out to go to the Hamburg central station...</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>...where I subsequently get lost only once before managing to find an
S-Bahn going into the direction of my destination. Not being native to
these parts, I get a little bit confused and end up in the second-to-next
train to depart instead, thus further delaying my arrival.</p>
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<p>Fortunately, it's not a long ride once the S-Bahn finally gets moving. In
fact, it's literally only a single stop to the Dammtor ("Dam Gate")
station, which as it turns out is also a stop for the ICE. I'll have to
make sure and remember that.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>The location for the EF this year is the CCH (Congress Center Hamburg),
which is very conveniently located just outside the Dammtor station.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>And any lingering doubts about whether I've found the right spot are
quickly dispersed not only by the amount of floof present, but also the
Eurofurence logo being displayed above the entrance in big, friendly
letters.</p>
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<p>The inside is very fluffy, spacious, as well as decorated, and
conveniently, there isn't any queue whatsoever at the registration desk,
so I am able to pick up my con badge without any hassle or delay.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>But if I was afraid I'd miss out on the EF's N°1 fun activity - namely
queuing - my concerns are quickly alleviated as I find that the seating
for the opening ceremony has not yet started, and the queue stretches all
the way to the CCH's entrance, and beyond.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Eventually, the queue starts moving, and eventually I reach the main
stage. Naturally, as a result of me being so far back in the queue, I
don't manage to grab a good seat, so instead I find a valid place to stand
behind the chairs, which actually results in me having a fairly
unobstructed view of both the stage and the screens. And let me tell you
that the hall itself is already quite impressive, what with
rainbow-colored LED stalactites covering the ceiling, and presently
dipping the whole hall in a magenta-and-cyan light.</p>
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<p>A cute show-starter image gives a first impression of what is soon to
come...</p>
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<p>...and then the lights dim, and the opening ceremony starts. Parts of it
are conducted by people on-stage giving the usual event-opening speeches
with a bit of furry and wizardry flair to it...</p>
<p></p>
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<p>...but he clear highlight is the furry animation, which accompanies the
entire ceremony. First, there's an opening, then there's little scenes in
between each of the speakers, and finally there's a finale which also
serves as the official starting signal for this year's Eurofurence.</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-20-034_EF_27_Opening_Ceremony_Scramble_Mix.mp4"
height="360" width="640"></video></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-20-034_EF_27_Opening_Ceremony_Scramble_Mix.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>Apart from the cute animation, this opening ceremony is also where a
whole new era starts for me. I already came with a light inclination for
becoming a volunteer helper at the EF this year, and Cheetah - the EF's
chairman - also called out for volunteers during the opening ceremony. And
if that wasn't enough to fully convince me, then walking out of the
opening ceremony and right into one of these recruitment posters
definitely pushes me clear over the volunteering-threshold. </p>
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<p></p>
<p>So my next stop is the info desk where I leave my contact info and
generals times when I'll be available the next few days so they can plan
me in. Very much looking forward to helping out these next few days
already, I next hit the food stalls in front of the CCH to get my first
substantial meal for the day. Tonight, I go for a Midos Spezial Burger
with some chili cheese fries, both of which turn out to be quite tasty.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>After that, I spend some time exploring the location and surroundings
while it's still light outside.<br>
</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-20-037_CCH_Tour.mp4"
height="360" width="640"></video></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-20-037_CCH_Tour.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>While exploring, I come across a poster for an event that I'm very much
looking forward to: The Pawpet Show. I'm already very curious what it's
gonna be about this year. But regardless of the theme, I'm sure it'll be
great as always.</p>
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<p>And speaking of a show, there's in fact one going on right this evening,
though it is not related to the EF: There's a musical fountain light show
being held in the nearby park, and it is in fact the last time tonight,
since after tonight the fountain organ is going to be under maintenance
until further notice. Naturally, this was announced during the opening
ceremony, and so it happens that a crowd of unsuspecting commoners is
suddenly ambushed by a pack of furries several hundreds strong. It's easy
to tell who's a furry and who not even in the dark, because the furries
are all watching the fountain light show, while the non-furries are
watching the furries. The theme for tonight's music, by the way, is
"soundtracks from movies and TV".</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-20-039_Fountain_Concert.mp4"
height="360" width="640"></video></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-20-039_Fountain_Concert.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>After that, it's already plenty late for my taste, so I head back to the
Dammtor station, and am not the only fur to do so.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>Fortunately, that station is a lot more straightforward than the Hamburg
central station, so I easily find the platform from where my S-Bahn
departs, which around this time is empty enough for people to take their
bikes for a ride.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>And that's it for my arrival day here at the Eurofurence 27 in Hamburg.
Naturally, I should return tomorrow, but not before doing a bit of...<br>
</p>
<p><br>
</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">City Caching</span></h3>
<i><b>4-September-2023</b></i><br>
<i><b>Distance:</b> 8.2km</i><br>
<i><b>Ascents:</b> 35m</i><br>
<i><b>Duration:</b> 2h</i><br>
<b>5/7<span style="color: green;">🎁︎</span></b> (+2 passed)<br>
<p>I start the next day with some breakfast that I picked up on the Dammtor
station's bakery late last night, going for a Rosinenschnecke ("Raisin
Snail") and Croissant, along with tea from aforementioned stylish tea box.
And as I do, I take a look at the very stylishly designed con book.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>After that, I set up on a geocaching stray around Hamburg, intending to
see a bit of the city and potentially find some caches along the way. The
first sight awaits me right outside the door, where I notice an
interesting work café named Hugs and Plugs.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>From there, the stray should first take me south and east in pursuit of
the first few caches, before swiveling to the northeast. I get as far as
Mundsburg ("Mouth's Castle") before turning back southwest and heading to
the CCH following an arc-shaped park that dodges the Außenalster ("Outer
River") - a shallow lake with a maximum depth of only 4.5m that yet covers
a total of 164 hectares in the middle of Hamburg, and along with the Elbe
is one most prominent features of central Hamburg. It is, in fact, an
artificial lake that was formed in 1190 as a reservoir to fuel a large
water mill for grinding corn.</p>
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<p>Walking through the yet relatively empty streets I soon come across a
number of curiosities, such as this neat rainbow road crossing...</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>...or this very colorful mural, which spans the entire front of an old
5-storey house.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>Afterwards part of my way takes me through the Lohmühlenpark ("Grove Mill
Park")...</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>...where I come across a very interesting modern building, which is at
the same time somewhat reminiscent of Tetris, and then yet again not.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Moving further through the city, I cross over one of Hamburg's subway
lines, which at that very point emerges from its tunnel and proceeds to
continue above ground...</p>
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<p>...which is probably a good idea, considering how the ground around the
area where I am now is progressively getting more saturated with rivers
and channels. Presently, I am crossing over Eilbekkanal ("Hurry Bas
Channel") by means of the Wartenaubrücke ("Waiting Meadow Bridge"). One
interesting detail here is the permanent floating houses on one side of
the channel.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>After that, my way takes me through the district known as Uhlenhorst
("Lamprey Forest")...</p>
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<p>...before taking me back to the very same subway track that I just
crossed previously. By now the underground-by-name has clearly risen above
its station.</p>
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<p>Next, I pass by St. Gertrud church, a neo-Gothic church...</p>
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<p>...which is idyllically located on the shore of the Kuhmühlenteich ("Cow
Mill Pond"). Quite a lot of mills around here, it seems.</p>
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<p>That is about my turning point, and from there on out every step takes me
closer to the conventions. However, I should yet see a few sights along
the way, such as yet another huge mural, this one apparently celebrating
good neighborship...</p>
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<p>...as well as a number of artfully painted utility boxes. Sadly, however,
it turns out that despite their aesthetic value, they are not entirely
immune to graffiti.</p>
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<p>Eventually, I reach the shore to the Außenalster, where I find an
impressive amount of small sailing boats moored at the docks. I wonder if
they are only for use on this little lake, or if there's a connection to
the Elbe via bridges that are tall enough for these sailing boats to pass
through. Furthermore, behind the masts of all those boats, I can already
see the TV tower of Hamburg, and to the left of it the monolithic block of
the hotel adjunct to the CCH.</p>
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<p>From here on out, I follow the shore of the Alster, making my way mostly
through a lakeside park...</p>
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<p>...and eventually crossing over the channel connecting the Außenalster
with the smaller Binnenalster ("Inland-River") by means of the
Kennedybrücke ("Kennedy Bridge"). This separation of the two segments of
the Alster-Lake is a remnant of the city walls that were only built in the
17th century, and thus a good 500 years past the initial formation of the
lake. Before, the two lakes were one, and today the site of the former
city wall forms a convenient causeway that pedestrian, car and train
bridges lead across.</p>
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<p>Incidentally, I do not only go over but also under that bridge, using an
opportunely placed underpass along the side of the channel connecting the
two lake fragments to make my way on the other side of would otherwise be
two major roads and a railroad line separating me from my destination. As
a direct consequence I also get a good view of the Binnenalster, the
shores of which are directly bordered by the old houses of downtown
Hamburg.</p>
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<p>From there on out, I follow a park and a bridge for a little while...</p>
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<p>...and before long I find myself in front of the CCH with its adjunct
monolithic hotel tower.</p>
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<p>I've also gotten the timing down pretty nicely, because thanks to some
really impressive impromptu planning last night, I've already got my first
shift at ConOps this morning. And that means, I'm now on the verge of...</p>
<p><br>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Day 2 ~ Joining the Pack<br>
</span></h3>
<i><b>4-September-2023</b></i><br>
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<p>My first assignment is right front and center at the Info Desk, where I
do my best to answer the questions of all the other fluffs with the
information that I have, as well as my co-furries. Turns out that's
actually not all that hard, since many questions are pretty repetitive,
with the N°1 common question being "Where are the Radisson Blu rooms?". As
a matter of fact, I anticipated this question already while looking over
the con book this morning, because while there is a floor plan, the
Radisson Blu rooms are displayed as floating in nowhere, with a stair
leading to them from somewhere, but no explanation how to get there.</p>
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<p>As such, I did spend the last minutes before my shift doing some
reconnaissance, and after running through the length of the convention and
adjunct hotel twice finally found the rooms atop a spiral staircase that I
did not consider the first time around since the map clearly featured a
straight staircase. Having found the answer in advance, I can now
naturally help all those poor furs still looking for those rooms, and
after the 50th time the question has been asked one of my co-furries
suggests writing a sign. And so it happens that I draft up a crude but
functional sketch of what we've been telling several dozen furries in this
morning alone.</p>
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<p>I also do some legwork to get copies of that sketch made to hand out, and
also ask Inari Fox - another ConOps furry to whom I unsurprisingly take an
immediate shine - to make a more high quality version if possible. All in
all, it is a very joyful and fulfilling morning helping out at ConOps. I
finally feel like I have a place where I belong here, and I get to live
out my Flirial nature helping others. And all the while, I also get to see
all the spontaneous acts happening at the open stage in the lobby.</p>
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<p>Also, it is kinda fun to see how the queue for the Dealers' Den - a prime
attraction at the EF where furry artists and crafters can peddle their
various furry wares - gradually extends from all the way back at the
entrance to the Dealer's Den to the Info Desk and then even out and beyond
the doors. And that's even before the Dealer's Den opens, just so they can
get in as fast as possible. Eventually, most of them sit down and wait.
This sort of event camping is really not something that I can relate to,
but as long as they're happy I suppose that's alright.</p>
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<p>Fun though it was, eventually my first shift comes to an end, and it is
time for me to go out and get some food. This time I hit the stall next to
the burgers, and get a nice and healthy bowl filled with rice, salmon,
avocado, cucumber, tomato and a bunch of other stuff. I've never been much
of a bowl eater myself, but that is mostly on account of demand and
supply. If someone were to sell tasty bowls like this in a place where I
regularly come by while hungry, why I'd become a regular in no time!</p>
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<p>After that, I spend a bit of time leisurely straying all over the place,
feeling quite happy and at peace with so many tails and so much fluff
around.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Among other things, I run into the Dutch Angel Dragon meetup, which is
one of several panels where fursuiters of a specific species meet up. As
for Dutch Angel Dragons in particular, they are type horse-like feathered
furry dragon, and if you're curious about them, then you can learn more
about them <a href="https://www.dutchangeldragons.com/">here</a>. As a
matter of fact, since they can make cute squeaking noises not unlike the
ones that I can somehow strangely produce naturally, I always get along
just fine with them.</p>
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<p>Another curiosity that I come across is a kangaroo which has a tail that
conveniently can also feature as a stool to sit on. Very practical!</p>
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<p>Since the weather is nice (and I am still wearing my geocaching tails
today), I take the chance to go for a stroll through the nearby Planten un
Blomen ("Plants and Flowers") park, which is conveniently located just
outside the CCH, further adding to the auspiciousness of this venue. In
fact, you could say that it surrounds the CCH on up to four sides, since
even the hall in which the Dealer's Den is located has a garden on top
that is seamlessly integrated with the park (even if that particular
garden is a wee bit lackluster).</p>
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<p>More impressive by contrast are the Rosengarten ("Rose Garden") with its
rounded, bulbous shape...</p>
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<p>...as well as the Apothekergarten ("Apothecary's Garden") with its
hexagonal architecture.</p>
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<p>Back at the EF, it is finally time for me, too, to subject myself to the
proper con experience, which means getting into a line to see an event.
Fortunately, since we're all furries here, it's really easy to strike up a
conversation with the people around you.</p>
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<p>The event in question is a back-to-back double-dounce event of Uncle Kage
- chairman of the Anthrocon, one of the USA's biggest furry conventions -
holding first the Charity Show and then his famous Story Hour. As for what
that is, it's pretty much an iteration of many funny stories that Uncle
Kage has to share, told in a very humorous way. He's got some assistance
in the form of the dragon Tien Long sitting with him in full suit all
through the Charity Show and Fox Amoore providing musical backup through
both parts. One of the core stories told is about how Anthrocon came to
move from Philadelphia to it's current location of Pittsburgh, and he
draws parallels between that and how the EF moved to Hamburg this year.</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-20-075_Uncle_Kages_Story_Hours.mp4"
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<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-20-075_Uncle_Kages_Story_Hours.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>In the evening, I strike out again, this time further in order to explore
a more remote food mile that a fellow fur recommended to me, and while
doing so I walk past... uhh... a house with a roof... except not how you
think. <br>
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<p>And it literally is a food mile from there all the way to the very
impressive Russian orthodox church of St.John and beyond, so the main
question is not if I'll get something to eat here, but which place to
decide on.</p>
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<p>As it happens, I end up at a burger place again, primarily because I
randomly decide to tag along with another furry and he has his friends
waiting at that place. It's really amazing how you can just randomly walk
up to people in this community and instantly be friends. It's also really
amazing how delicious the burgers at this place are. The burger yesterday
was already pretty good, but the one today (it's a champignon burger too!)
is absolutely divine! So I'm marking this place down on my map, vowing to
return here next year, and if you ever get into the area make sure to try
out Dulf's Burger just across from aforementioned church.</p>
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<p>Returning to the convention centre afterwards, I am one of the lucky
tails who is in for some really snuggly Noivern hugs...</p>
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<p>...and then I also walk by the virtual con room, which is a webcam
coupled with what I assume is a Second Life room. As far as I understand
this is a means for people who could not make it to the con to still
connect with the people on-site, and every now and then a spontaneous
dance or other antics unfolds on this side of the camera.</p>
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<p>Since I had lots of fun helping out at ConOps this morning, I return to
the Info Desk to see if there's more I can help with, and am thrilled to
see that in the meantime Inari Fox did really get around to whip up a more
professional version of my earlier quick scribble guide to the Radisson
Blu rooms, which is now on display to be a help for everyone.</p>
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<p>Also, naturally there's <em>always</em> more to be done, such as
spreading one thousand little LED candles all over the convention centre
to create a magical atmosphere.</p>
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<p>I am told to get creative with what I do with them, and so creative I
get. Roping a few more people into helping, we have the lights distributed
in no time, and arranged some of them in various interesting patterns too.</p>
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<p>And with that, my second day at this year's Eurofurence is coming to an
end. The convention is still at full speed by the time I leave, but I
suppose I'm just not much of a nightlife tail. As it is, I leave with a
nice and warm feeling in my chest, and can't wait to get back again
tomorrow and help out more.</p>
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<p>After just one day, I can already say that joining as a volunteer was
definitely the right thing to do. With all that's been going on in my life
last year, I really haven't felt this good in a long, long time. Truly,
this wonderful feeling is really all the compensation that I need, but
even so I also got a cute little volunteer pin to boot.</p>
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<p>So much for today. I can't wait to see what amazing things the
Eurofurence has in store for me tomorrow, but before I return there, I
should go on yet another stray leading me...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Around the Alster</span></h3>
<i><b>5-September-2023</b></i><br>
<i><b>Distance:</b> 6.9km</i><br>
<i><b>Ascents:</b> 30m</i><br>
<i><b>Duration:</b> 1.75h</i><br>
<p>I start the day with something that one of the local tails recommended to
me: A Franzbrot ("Francis Bread"), which is a local specialty. A type of
sweet pastry similar to cinnamon roll, I have to say it is not bad. To go
with it, I have yet another croissant (because the selection when I picked
it up late at night again was pretty limited), as well as some more tea.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Once again, I have some time before I need to be at the EF, so I have
decided to take the scenic route around all of the Außenalster. That means
I head straight for the shore, turn right, and then follow the shore (more
or less) until I get within striking distance of the CCH. This time
around, I'm not looking for any Geocaches along the way, just a relaxed
walk along the lakeshore, that is all.</p>
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<p>Striking out through the streets that separate me from the lake, I come
across a stylish pet supplies shop that speaks directly to its end
users...</p>
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<p>...and shortly thereafter, I am already back at the shore of the
Außenalster, and in fact not far from where I first reached it yesterday
too.</p>
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<p>But just to make sure that I have not accidentally walked towards the
wrong body of water, there's a convenient sign nearby telling me that the
Alster is, in fact, very nearby. The Elbe is naturally also a river that
I'm familiar with, but the Bille is a new one for me. Turns out that
unlike the majestic Elbe, this is a rather short river that flows down a
meager 65m of altitude in just as many kilometers before finally flowing
into the Elbe in the middle of Hamburg, upstream from the Alster.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Following the lakeshore, I come across many birds on land and many more
in the water...</p>
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<p>...as well as this bridge which is apparently still in lockdown mode.</p>
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<p>I also come across a bunch of other junk, such as the garbage bins of
Hamburg that pack their very own flair, sporting slogans such as "Got a
bag of shit?", "Open 24 hours", "Put it in, baby" or "When I grow up, I
wanna be a container".</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Another thing that I walk by is something that is quite the rarity in
Germany: A public water fountain! Whereas they are commonplace in other
parts of the world, here each of these one is a bit of a curiosity.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Eventually, I reach the northern end of the Außenalster, where I cross
over the river Alster by means of the Kurgkoppelbrücke ("Pot Paddock
Bridge"). From here on the Alster extends upstream for a little less than
the Bille's total length, and also only ascends half as many meters.</p>
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<p>Slightly wary of the sun - which did already give a few fellow furries
sunburns yesterday - I proceed south along the western shore, passing
through a nice and spacious park as I do.</p>
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<p>Along the way I spot a bunch of cormorants perched on a row of stones in
the lake. Being birds of the sea, we don't really have those back in
Munich (although we do have seagulls near the Isar), at least not in these
numbers and in places with so many people.</p>
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<p>Shortly after my encounter with these birds, I take a right turn and
leave the Alster behind, continuing on through a park where clearly the
path could not decide on whether it wanted to pass to the left or right of
a tree, and simply did both.</p>
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<p>I am now already quite close to the Dammtor station, but I have yet to
overcome an obstacle of which there are many instances in Hamburg: Traffic
lights. Now, I realize that many cities have them, but of all the cities
I've been to, Hamburg clearly has the most obnoxious traffic lights for
pedestrians, because they stay green for literally three seconds before
turning red again for well over a minute! And while that is annoying but
still basically okay in most places, the road crossing in front of the
Dammtor station is designed in such an irritating matter that I have to
stop and wait a total of three times before making it to the other side!</p>
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<p>However, once I finally manage to make it across, it's only a short walk
from there until I'm finally back at the Eurofurence again.</p>
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<p>Since I'm still there relatively early (read: 10:15), there's not all
that much going on yet. However, this is only the beginning of a very fun
day that should be dominated by...</p>
<p><br>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Day 3 ~ Furry Tails<br>
</span></h3>
<i><b>5-September-2023</b></i><br>
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<p>Today should feature a very furry experience, even by EF standards. But
let's ease in with something simple, such as this matching pair of black
and white dragons.</p>
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<p>There was already quite a lot going on yesterday, but today seems to be
especially busy. In fact, it would be no small understatement to describe
the lobby of the CCH as anything other than "Furry Crowded".</p>
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<p></p>
<p>That's another thing I love about the fandom. Everything is just so
colorful! The people, the art, the outfits, why, even the lava lamps at
the open stage are colorful!</p>
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<p>Today features not just one, but two major events, and the first one of
these is just about to come up: The Fursuit Parade! Always a highlight of
every Furry convention, this is something that eventually got cancelled at
the EF's last location at the Estrel in Berlin because of <em>reasons</em>.
However, here in Hamburg, the Fursuit Parade is not only back, but better
than ever! With the spacious Planten un Blomen park just in front of the
doorstep, not only do we have a scenic and shady route for the parade, but
there's also the opportunity for some silliness along the way. Most
amazingly, however, the route leads everytail straight through a
playground, giving a bunch of lucky kids the experience of a lifetime!</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-20-104_EF_27_Fursuit_Parade_Scramble_Mix.mp4"
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<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-20-104_EF_27_Fursuit_Parade_Scramble_Mix.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>Following the Fursuit Parade, I ask at ConOps if there's something I can
do, and it turns out there is: All the LED candles that were spread around
the convention have to be turned off so that their batteries will last for
the two more nights to come. I get right to it, and by the time I finish
it's already about lunchtime. Having espied a nice little lunch place in
the middle of the Planten un Blomen park earlier, this is where I go and
have my obligatory Currywurst mit Pommes Rot-Weiß ("Curry sausage with
french fries red-white"), because obviously you can't go to northern
Germany and <em>not</em> have this dish at least once. And it doesn't
disappoint either, being both tasty and filling.</p>
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<p>Afterwards, my next shift at ConOps is soon to begin. This time around I
help out with Locker Service, which is basically storing bags, backpacks
and other luggage for fellow furs. That does actually remind me a bit of
the eternal fetch quest at the Spielwiesn (see <a href="http://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2020/03/book-iii-chapter-12-world-of-games.html">Book
III ~ Chapter 12 ~ A World of Games</a>), only a lot less busy.</p>
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<p>Following that, there's a few formalities that need to be settled in
order to formally welcome me into ConOps, but after those are taken care
of, I get a neat little ConOps key chain as well.</p>
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<p>I'm about to get busy again, but before I do, I get myself a crepe,
because somehow I think that's just a part of a convention.</p>
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<p>Now, the second main event today is the Furry Tails/Furry Drama Company
theatre piece titled "Deomonormicon". This troupe has actually only been
around for one year, so I didn't see the their debut performance at the EF
26, but I've heard many good things about it. Naturally, this year I wanna
be there to witness the event myself.</p>
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<p>And now, here's one of the perks of being part of the staff. Since we're
always quite busy with this and that, we get a few perks, such as being
able to cut queues entirely. Not that I'd need to, since one of the things
that I'm busy with right now is helping Fox Inari prepare and arrange the
seat reservations. Naturally, that means I also get to reserve my very own
seat with only very little restrictions.</p>
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<p>Now, as for the event itself, this turns out to be a fully-sized and
original theatre piece with the actors all wearing fursuits. The piece is
a typical magical high school drama involving, demons, romance, humor,
mystery, as well as funny little details. The only thing that's a little
bit weird is that the Furry Tails troupe is not wearing any furry tails.</p>
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<p>Also, choreographies, and quite a bunch of them too, along with one
pre-recorded "service announcement" about what to do when you've been
possessed by a demon. As for the choreographies, we've got the opening, a
summoning ceremony, the Walpurgisnacht dance, as well as the ending. All
things combined, this makes for a very interesting and amusing experience,
and the three hours of this event seem to be over in no time flat.</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-20-112_Demonormicon_Choreographies.mp4"
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<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-20-112_Demonormicon_Choreographies.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>After that, it's already quite late for my taste, so I make my way back
to the Airbnb. Fortunately, the trains are operating quite regularly from
the Dammtor station, so I don't have to wait long.</p>
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<p>And that concludes my third day at this year's Eurofurence. There's just
one more day to come, and that day should start with...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">A Hurried Hustle</span></h3>
<i><b>6-September-2023</b></i><br>
<i><b>Distance:</b> 2.7km</i><br>
<i><b>Ascents:</b> 15m</i><br>
<i><b>Duration:</b> 0.5h</i><br>
<p>Breakfast on this fourth day consists of... nothing. For one, I
completely forgot to pick up something from the bakery on my way home
yesterday, but that's alright since there's also been a bit of an urgent
situation: Another helper on early duty got stuck in a traffic jam, and
now they need someone to fill the gap. And guess who spontaneously
volunteered to scramble?</p>
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<p>As such, I make my way to the CCH in a relatively direct line today. Not
<em>perfectly</em> direct, since I actually do have a bit of extra time,
but still <em>way</em> more direct than the two days before. Basically, I
just make a bit of a detour to the central station in order to avoid
having to walk along the busy main road, and then pretty much walk
parallel to the train tracks to the convention center. With a bit of more
time I might have taken the slightly more scenic route around the
Binnenalster, but oh well. Gotta leave a bit of territory to explore for
years to come anyway.</p>
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<p>This stray takes me across yet more rainbow road crossings...</p>
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<p>...as well as what appears to be a very grateful door.</p>
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<p>Next, I take a stroll through the Wandelhalle ("Stroll Hall") of the
Hamburg Central Station...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>...which is also where I take the opportunity to grab some breakfast from
a bakery.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Once south of the tracks, I soon pass the Hubertus-Wald-Forum, which sure
looks impressive, although I have no idea as for its purpose.</p>
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<p>I am guessing it has to do with art, however, since soon thereafter I
come across this artificial cliffscape which is kinda interesting to
navigate.</p>
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<p>Moving on, a caravan of bicyclers crosses my path just as I cross between
the two Alster lakes...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>...and I subsequently arrive in the Planten un Blomen park at precisely
the right time to relish rising Radian's rays reflecting from the mist of
the presently activating water sprinklers.</p>
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<p>I arrive at the CCH in time... <em>too</em> in-time actually, because
the doors are still closed. Fortunately, we helpers have been told of an
alternate way to get in, so this is as good a time to try it out as every.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>So In by the backdoor I get, only to find out that the tail I was
supposed to cover for has gotten here in time after all, and so I now got
some time on my paw. Works for me, because that means I can finally sit
down and have some breakfast after that rush here. What I got for myself
is a Schlemmerstange ("Feast Stick") and a chocolate croissant. It would
appear I'm on a sort of croissant-roll right now.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Anyway, so here I am, quite a bit too early for any events to start, but
yet willing and ready to help out with whatever needs doing. This marks
the beginning of the final day of this year's Eurofurence, where the whole
convention should learn that...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Day 4 ~ All Cats are Beautiful<br>
</span></h3>
<i><b>6-September-2023</b></i><br>
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<p>With me being here so early, the convention center is about as empty as
I've ever seen it.</p>
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<p>Also, something has changed, because today the Eurofurence is overlapping
with another event, the Deutsche Hautkrebskongress ("German Skin Cancer
Congress") taking part in the upper floors of the CCH. And while
appropriate labels exist, some of that congress' attendees still end up at
the Eurofurence Info Desk, most likely because it is located right under
the "Check-In" sign. Fortunately, they are for the most part easy to tell
apart from the furries, and we can just send them up the stairs.</p>
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<p>As a result of this, some of the furry art in the main hall had to be
taken down too. Fortunately, we still have ample space to put those on
display in other parts of the CCH.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>And the complications seem to find no end. For some reason, the
registration desk is not staffed, and yet furs looking to purchase day
tickets show up. And much as I'd like to help them, since registration and
payment is another process entirely, there's little that I can do other to
send them over to the security team and hope they can field a solution -
with them being the pack in charge of making sure only registered
attendees roam these halls. There is some back and forth, and eventually
the security team manages to work out a crude, but functional solution -
much to the delight of the tails waiting to attend.</p>
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<p>Apart from that, my kinda impromptu early shift at the Info Desk is
pretty much what you'd expect at a furry convention. Full of fluff, with
interesting sights, and considering that this is the final day and most
people by now know where the Radisson Blu rooms are located also not
particularly busy.</p>
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<p>After my shift, I proceed to visit the Protogen meetup. Protogens are
another original furry species, being a sort of furry reptilian cyborg
species the most striking feature of which is the visor on which facial
expressions are displayed. This makes for great fursuits since it allows a
much wider range of expressions than a normal stiff fursuit headpiece,
which is probably one of the reasons for their popularity. The other being
that they are just <em>absolutely adorable</em>.</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-20-131_Protogen_Meetup.mp4"
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<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-20-131_Protogen_Meetup.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>After that, I head over to the food mile for some lunch. It goes without
saying that I can't do so without running into a whole bunch of other
furries along the way.</p>
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<p>My lunch destination today is Vietnamese restaurant that I marked down on
my first pass of the food mile, and getting in there I am instantly taken
by the little shrine they gave at the entrance.</p>
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<p>Since I didn't have anyone to go with (I really need to work on figuring
out how to socialize without Flirial teleempathy... or Protogen networking
for that matter), I take my food to go. On the way back I pass by the
Japanese Gardens, yet another area of the Planten un Blomen park, and one
that I've been wanting to visit ever since I arrived. And yet, it somehow
always slips my mind. I resolve to make sure and visit them later today,
yet once again should totally forget about it with everything else that's
going on. Oh well, another thing to do next year I guess.</p>
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<p>Anyway, back at the CCH, I finally sit down and have the lunch I bought
from the Vietnamese place: A tasty bowl of Pho noodles. Well, not as tasty
as the Pho I experienced back in Toronto (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2022/04/book-v-chapter-2-trecking-through.html#foodhttps://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2022/04/book-v-chapter-2-trecking-through.html#food">Book
V ~ Chapter 2 ~ Trecking Through Toronto ~ The Food</a>), but still
good.</p>
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<p>Following lunch, I stray around the convention for a bit more,
experiencing a miniature-furpile...</p>
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<p>...as well as an impromptu musical performance at the open stage.</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-20-137_Open_Stage_Musical_Performance.mp4"
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<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-20-137_Open_Stage_Musical_Performance.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>Time flies, and the final grand event is gradually creeping up. Time for
me to grab a last bite to eat. Incidentally, by now I learned that there
is such a thing as a staff room, and that it features free food for
friendly furry volunteers such as myself. Granted, it's nothing fancy, but
it'll certainly do.</p>
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<p>Following that, I am back in duty doing what I as an accomplished
papercrafter do best: Helping Fox Inari with the seat reservations once
again, both the cutting part...</p>
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<p>...as well as spreading them around the seats in the main stage.</p>
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<p>Once again, it's a good thing that I get to reserve my own seat here,
because unsurprisingly the entire hall soon enough is about as full as it
gets in anticipation for today's main event.</p>
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<p>Said main event is actually a combination of two separate events. The
first is the closing ceremony, which features a funny little spoof of a
certain song from a certain movie.</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-20-142_Be_Prepared.mp4"
height="360" width="640"></video></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-20-142_Be_Prepared.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>Oh, and by the way, that's not a camera...</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>...<em>that's</em> a camera!</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Following the closing ceremony, the crowning event of the Eurofurence is
the Pawpet Show. This time, it is a story inspired by reality, about
racial discrimination and police brutality, mapping the tale of the Black
Lives Matter movement into the canine-dominated furry city of Los Lobos
where cats and other minority races suffer under a rule of canines.
Personally, I did prefer the more fantastic tales they spun in the past,
but even so, the piece is still excellent, with lots of attention to
story, detail, and also the occasional humorous antics for comic relief.</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-20-145_Pawpet_Show.mp4"
height="360" width="640"></video></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-20-145_Pawpet_Show.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p></p>
<p>A major pivotal plot point of the show is how a whole city block that is
the semi-legal home of many members of "lesser races" is supposed to be
torn down to make room for a luxury mall, and although that is per se
heavy stuff, the humorous branding still manages to somewhat take the edge
off. </p>
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<p></p>
<p>Another such spoof is the <em>completely neutral and objective</em> news
reports of the DOGS NEWS, which, as they dogmatically state, "have no
agenda". Those audio-only reports serve as fillers between scenes to get
the stage crew time to prepare the next setting.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>Fortunately, there's also another "network" filling in the gaps from a
different perspective, and that is HISS RADIO, which puts things in
contrast by showing the other side's perspective. Unfortunately, I don't
know if this one is supposed to be a reference to something as well.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>There's also a number of background details and little funny things, such
as a Demon HunterZ poster, which is a reference to the Pawpet Show of the
last Eurofurence that I visited...</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>...or the totally random tentacle monster out of an abandoned waste bin
that gets effectively countered by a handy ACME 1000 tons weight.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>Apart from the smaller redecoration breaks that are covered by the
audio-interludes, there's also one big break in the middle where they show
a number of cute little animation videos. Here's a really sweet one that
touched my heart and made me cry.</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-20-151_Pawpet_Show_Interlude.mp4"
height="360" width="640"></video></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-20-151_Pawpet_Show_Interlude.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>In the end of the Pawpet Show, justice triumphs over discrimination, the
town block is saved, the corrupt police captain gets what he had coming,
and the protagonist wolf and cat get their happy ending.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>And with that, this year's Eurofurence is coming to an end to me. On the
way out, I exchange many hugs with my new-found pack at ConOps, and it is
with tears in my eyes that I leave this place behind, already looking for
when I'll return next year and be part of the pack again. Next year, I
resolve to come earlier and stay longer so that I can also help with setup
and teardown, which I'm sure I'd enjoy very much as well.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>Of all the EF days, today was the one that stretched furthest into the
night for me, and so it's not entirely surprising that the trains do not
run quite as regularly at this hour. I mean, it's still <em>pretty</em>
regularly, but since I am also within extended walking distance of my stay
place, I figure I might as well walk instead of waiting for 15 minutes.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>It <em>is</em> a nice night for a walk, and as I cross over the
Kennedybrücke again, I get to behold the beautiful view of the moon
shining over the Außenalster, with the lights of the far shore glimmering
above the lake, and even a few stars visible in the sky.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>And after that, it's a relaxed and quiet stroll through the nightly
streets all the way back to my stay place.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>With that, this day comes to a close. It was an amazing and fitting
finale for a fantastic Eurofurence, and it left me with a wonderful
afterglow that I am sure to carry for hopefully a long time to come. With
that being said, let us now proceed to... </p>
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</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Retrospective<br>
</span></h3>
<p>I had my own room in a shared apartment, with a bed that was basically okay. Food was not included, though there was a kitchen with basic cooking supplies and free tea. The atmosphere was very friendly, and I had a nice chat with Michael about the Eurofurence on one of these evenings. The bathroom had everything I needed, but it was shared too. Location-wise, this place was really close to shopping and public transport, and the Außenalster was not too far away. The free WiFi worked well, and the temperature was comfortable too. However, the price was a bit steep for my taste, amounting to over 55€ per night, which feels like at least twice as high as it should be. Factoring all this together, this place ranks somewhere in the middle of all the places I've stayed at.</p>
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<p>Now, all that's left is the way back home, which should yet be an unexpectedly exciting adventure which I should forever remember as...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Terminating Train Trip</span></h3>
<i><b>7-September-2023</b></i><br>
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<p>Since my train departs relatively early (and since I did not get the chance to buy breakfast last night on account of how late it got), I have to make do with one last cup of tea this morning.</p>
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<p>Afterwards, I am quick to pack up, leaving behind yet another empty room.</p>
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<p>It is only 7:30 by the time I leave the Airbnb and make for the station...</p>
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<p>...by means of roads that should unexpectedly lead me past a very slutty part of Hamburg.</p>
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<p>I reach the station well in time, and as such have the luxury of browsing the bakery's fresh-baked goods without having to rush, picking out a few goodies to munch along the ride. However, I clearly am still too tired from staying up well past midnight in order to upload some Scramble Mix vids of the Eurofurence to Youtube, because I end up buying only two pieces instead of four, completely forgetting that this will be <i>both</i> breakfast and lunch for me.</p>
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<p>On the platform, I have a pleasant run-in with some fellow furs, and we end up chatting until their train arrives. I'm gonna miss having these nice run-ins with like-minded people that result from the presently high concentration of furries in this area. Anyway, my train is the next to arrive. Once again, I have booked a direct connection from Munich to Hamburg via ICE... or so I thought.</p>
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<p>I have no inkling that something is going to go wrong at this point, but as a matter of fact, this train should not take me all the way to Munich as I had assumed it would, but only to Erfurt ("He-Ford" (the most powerful ford in the universe!!!)) and no further. It also takes a different route than the train to Hamburg, going via Berlin instead of Hannover. Distance-wise, that's a bit of a detour, but since that route is completely covered by high-speed tracks (unlike the bit between Erlangen and Hannover), it still takes about the same amount of time... or at least it should. Anyway, the train does not stop <i>at all</i> between Hamburg and Berlin, and after that, there's only two more stops between there and Erlangen, namely Wittenberg ("White Mountain") - birthplace of the Protestant church on account of Martin Luther nailing his 95 theses on the door of the castle church here - and Leipzig ("Limetree"). </p>
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<i><b>Ride Duration:</b> 4.75h</i><br>
<i><b>Approximate Distance:</b> 540km</i><br>
<i><b>Average Speed:</b> 114km/h</i><br>
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<p>Anyway, for starters, the ride is nice and uneventful. The train is not terribly full...</p>
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<p>...and so I can quietly enjoy my breakfast, which on account of my earlier little mess-up consists only of a Franzbrot today. But it's a tasty one, I have to admit that!</p>
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<p>Anyway, this first part of my ride home should take me mostly through the flat lands of northern Germany. Most fields have already been harvested by now, and there's a few forests, rivers and cities in between, but for the most part, the area is pretty clear, and dotted with many, many wonderful windmills. It is not until around after Leipzig that I start seeing the first foothills of the Mittelgebirge.</p>
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<p>Incidentally, it is also roughly around that time that I pull out the second part of my provisions and have my lunch, which today takes the form of a cheese croissant and a humble Müsli bar. And yes, maybe it's time to admit that I have a croissant-problem. =^,~'=</p>
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<p>And then it happens, shortly after lunch. The train is standing at the Erfurt station, making no move to depart. Eventually, the announcements begin, starting with "Our departure will be slightly delayed", continuing over "considerably delayed", and eventually reaching "delayed until further notice". Good thing I have booked a direct train, so I won't have to worry about missing any connecting trains, right? ...right?</p>
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<p>Hahah! I wish! Eventually they escalate to "delayed indefinitely" and have the passengers leave the train altogether. The reason, as it turns out, is the accursed construction of the 2nd S-Bahn trunk line all the way over in Munich, which we've had to suffer for many years since and will have to suffer for many years yet to come, on account of German governments being incapable of organizing construction works anywhere near as efficient as the Japanese. As it happens, a crane managed to cut an overhead wire, which ended up falling onto an S-Bahn in Munich, and - dig this - the German railway network is so delicate that this causes disruptions literally halfway across Germany! I mean, I'm still over 300km away from Munich as the catapult shoots, and <i>this</i> is where my train ends because of that! The ensuing rush on the local travel center is appropriately cataclysmic.</p>
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<p>Waiting in that queue takes forever, and while I was one of the first few dozen people who got there (there mus be at least a hundred or more behind me), it doesn't look like I'll get to the front in the foreseeable future, with the woefully understaffed service deck team taking forever to deal with people on an individual basis. Fortunately, one person who got serviced is hearty enough to call out to the people in the queue that they have a schedule for how to get at least to Augsburg, and since I figure waiting in line here is most likely an exercise in futility, I decide to join them. As a result, I soon find myself on the platform again, waiting for the next ICE headed for Munich, hoping that it will at least get me within striking distance.</p>
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<p>Naturally, it's not just me, but also all the other people whose travel plans got disrupted who eventually appear on the platform, so it quickly gets quite crowded. Fortunately, I appear to be one of those few people level-headed enough to realize that this ICE is going to be really long, and I can just walk to a less crowded portion of the platform, which will likely also increase my odds of being able to grab a seat. Meanwhile, most people apparently prefer to keep standing right in front of the stairs.</p>
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<p>The ICE eventually arrives at the station...</p>
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<p>...and I am happy to report that my plan works out. Having walked almost to the end of the train, I easily manage to grab a seat, and there's even some left to spare. And yet, the train fails to depart. How come? Well, remember all the people stacking near the stairs? Of course, they all boarded the ICE right there, leading to an overcrowding in the train which causes the train crew to refuse departure until the people spread more evenly through the train. Several announcements ensue, asking the people to get off again, walk down the platform to the ends of the train, and board the less crowded wagons, such as the one I'm in. That whole circus delays our departure by another 20 minutes or so, but then we're finally moving again.</p>
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<p>Things should stay exciting from there on, with the train crew giving us regular updates on the situation in Munich, and how far they expect they'll be able to get. For most of the ride, it seems like I'll get as far as either Nürnberg ("Only a Mountain") or even Ingolstadt ("In Gold City"), though there's that one prolonged stop at Bamberg ("Tree Mountain") where they ask people to please, please get off and consider alternate options. Me and my seat neighbor - having spontaneously connected over being both stuck in this Odyssey together - figure that since we're among those who actually have seats, we might as well stay on the train and see how far it takes us.</p>
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<p>Amazingly, it turns out that the train should, in fact, take us <i>all</i> the way to Munich, which is actually amazing. In fact, I have been stressing out quite a lot since this debacle began on account of me having booked a back-to-back vacation about which I will write starting with the next chapter, and the flight for that departs the day after tomorrow, with me having literally just the one day in between to get everything in order. So imagine my relief when I learn that we are going to be arriving in Munich after all, albeit with considerable delay.</p>
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<i><b>Ride Duration:</b> 4.5h</i><br>
<i><b>Approximate Distance:</b> 380km</i><br>
<i><b>Average Speed:</b> 84km/h</i><br>
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<p>This last laggy leg of this journey should take us through the Mittelgebirge, which by necessity contains a lot of bridges and tunnels, with fields and forests in between, and also a few cities. Eventually we pass through Ingolstadt and then continue through the Holedau, where this year's hops harvest is coming along nicely. At that point, we're on the home stretch, and the next stop is finally Munich.</p>
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<p>Along the way, I also take note of the service announcement saying I can get a refund for this delay, and my aforementioned seat neighbor also says that while that used to be a hassle in the past, by now it's gotten reasonably convenient. I should eventually do that after my return, and indeed get a refund worth roughly half of what I paid for the ride. Not too shabby.</p>
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<p>Then again, I suppose that's only justified, considering how the train should occasionally slow to such a crawl that we're getting passed by joggers.</p>
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<p>But anyway, eventually we reach Munich with a total delay of approximately 4 hours...</p>
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<p>...and from there I take the U-Bahn to the Westfriedhof ("Western Graveyard"), where my father offered to pick me up after I've gotten in touch with him about these rather stressful events.</p>
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<p>While waiting for my father to pick me up at the Westfriedhof, I spot a rather unusual... uh... "car"... being parked there. It's got three wheels, but two of them are in front, so I don't know if the word "trike" is adequate here.</p>
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<p>But anyway, my father eventually picks me up, and while we drive the rest of the way home I tell him both about my good time at the EF, as well as the not-so-good time travelling back here. By now it's already so late that we're literally driving into the sunset.</p>
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<p>He drops me off just outside the fox loft, and I am glad to be back home again, if only for two short nights.</p>
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<p>Back at the Fox Loft, Jamie and Toledo are happy and hearty, gladly welcoming me.</p>
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<p>Unfortunately, that's about it for the pleasant welcome, because I soon find that my cat-sitter has not only completely ignored the schedule, but also fed <i>way</i> more cat food than intended. Also, there's a puddle of cat pee next to the toilet, and the less said about the kitty litter boxes the better. It would seem my cat-sitter completely neglected to clean them at all.</p>
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<p>Also, my cats did manage to shred another one of the posters I put up on the walls. This time, it's a filler pic from the Faux Pas web comic that had a nice slogan on it.</p>
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<p>As such, the first thing I have to do upon returning is spend some time to get the Fox Loft back in reasonable shape. This does not exactly make me optimistic about my next, considerably longer journey. But at this point, there's little I can do. With only a single day to get things in order before I next depart, I am already well underway on...</p>
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<p>My next journey is a big one again. As you might recall, I had long since intended to visit Japan again, and had actually already made very concrete plans with bookings and all when the Green Shnolz laid it all to waste (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2020/10/book-iv-prologue-of-chains-and-chances.html">Book IV ~ Prologue ~ Of Chains and Chances</a>). Now, it is finally time to recapture this dream. My next destination is, once again, the land of foxes. It should be a long and eventful journey, which I am going to cover in the next couple of chapters on the Travelling Fox Blog. So stay tuned, and be of great cheer!</p>
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<li><a href="#7_19_title">Part 11 ~ The Petal of the Monkey</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_19_ammersee">Ammer Access</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_19_place">The Place</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_19_fuchstal">Vulpine Valley</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_19_retrospective">The Retrospective</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_19_kaltenberg">Kaltenberg Keep</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_19_ahead">The Road Ahead</a></li>
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<p>With nine-and-a-half petals already down, I don't have a lot of options
left for where to go. By now, I already know most of the surroundings of
Munich. However, in one of the two Petals that I have yet to
explore lies a place that I just absolutely have <em>got</em> to go and
see. And thus, my next ride leads me to the east-southeast, straight
into...<br>
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<h1><span style="color: orange;">Part 11 ~ The Petal of the Monkey</span></h1>
<i><b>19-July-2023 - 21-July-2023</b></i>
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<p>My main destination for this ride is a place called Fuchstal ("Fox
Valley"), which I naturally just have <em>got</em> to visit, if only for
the name. Unfortunately, I didn't manage to secure a stay place in there,
so instead I am staying over in a village by the name of Reichling
("Rich-ler") just on this side of the Lech. On the next day, I should then
cross over into Fuchstal, traverse the entire length of the valley, and
then go a good bit further still. But one thing after the other. First, my
ride to Reichling should take advantage of the...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Ammer Access</span></h3>
<i><b>19-July-2023</b></i><br>
<i><b>Distance:</b> 80.0km</i><br>
<i><b>Ascents:</b> 500m</i><br>
<i><b>Duration:</b> 9.5h</i><br>
<b>6/12<span style="color: green;">🎁︎</span></b><br>
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<p>The terrain between the Fox Loft and Reichling is, in one word, rugged,
and an imprudently improvised route would almost inevitably rack up
ascents like there's no tomorrow. Fortunately, by now I am experienced
enough to take the terrain into consideration, and plan my route by taking
advantage of the lay of the land as much as possible. As such, I first
head southwest towards Herrsching ("Ruling"), following the run of a
"quasi valley", a fold between two parallel lines of hills that did not
form around a stream, and is also occasionally interrupted, but all in all
keeps ups and downs to a minimum. From there, I follow the eastern coast
of the Ammersee ("At Sea Lake") south until the town of Fischen
("Fishing"), and then take advantage of the relatively flat Ammertal
("At Sea Valley"), making my way through a side valley to the little
Zellsee ("Cell Lake"). It is there that the most gentle slope up to the
highlands between the Ammersee and the Lech can be found, and it is there
that I finally turn east, and eventually northeast, making my way towards
Reichling.</p>
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<p>In terms of altitude, most of this ride should be an uphill battle, and
yet there are only a handful of truly awful stretches, with most ascents
being relatively gentle. The first little spike happens near Gilching,
where I prefer the hilly forest paths over the sunny cycling road next to
the highway. Afterwards, I'm on something like the saddle-region of the
quasi-valley until I reach Weßling ("Whose-ler"). From there, it's
downhill almost all the way until Herrsching and the Ammersee, and from
there it's flat not only until I depart the Ammertal near Raisting ("Rice
Sting"), but also through most of the side valley that I follow to the
Zellsee, with the slight exception of when I cycle partway up the side of
the valley and down again in search of a cache. However, after that, the
true ascent into the highlands begins, and I have to scale a massive slope
all the way up to Wessobrunn ("Westerly Well"), and even a little bit
beyond. And even approaching Reichling, I yet have to face a few
(thankfully shorter) climbs. The peak of today's ride should be just after
Wessobrunn at 743m ,while the lowest point is actually the Fox Loft at
511m.</p>
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<p>Fore once, this should be a sunny ride, right from the set-out...</p>
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<p>...although a number of quite majestic cloud formations are still
floating through the sky.</p>
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<p>At first, the going is relatively slow as I must make my way through the
maze of roads that makes up most of Munich's western part.</p>
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<p>As I do, I pass by the Schloss Blutenburg ("Petal Castle Palace"), which
interestingly seems to have a foxy folk tale exhibition going on right
now.</p>
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<p>Moving on from there, I next pass through the district of Freiham ("Free
Have"), where Munich's largest construction project is currently ongoing.
Unfortunately, I am afraid that all these buildings are going to be rather
boring 20th-century apartment blocks, unlike the modern 21st-century
apartment blocks that I was privy to behold during my trip to Canada (see
<a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2022/04/book-v-chapter-2-trecking-through.html#flair">Book
V ~ Chapter 2 ~ Trecking Through Toronto ~ The Flair</a>).</p>
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<p>Since Freiham is the outermost growth layer of Munich, that means I'm at
the city border now and finally get to relax a bit as I continue to cycle
across open fields...</p>
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<p>...as well as lush forests.</p>
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<p>However, it is in this first forest already that I come across an
obstacle: Not only does the path I was planning to take lead across
railroad tracks, but those railroad tracks are also quite occupied.</p>
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<p>Fortunately, I do not have to backtrack for long until I find a much more
agreeable point to cross the tracks.</p>
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<p>After that, I pass straight through Germering ("Yeast Sea Ring"), which
features interesting bike lanes on the sidewalks...</p>
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<p>...before returning to the forest, opting to take the slightly more
scenic route through the woods rather than cycling next to the highway.</p>
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<p>A daring move, as it turns out, for just a week ago a powerful storm
crossed the area, and the aftermaths of which are still to be found all
over the place. In my case, that means a number of fallen trees, but
fortunately nothing that I can't either lift my bike across or duck
beneath.</p>
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<p>Eventually, I come across a familiar feature: The Römerstraße to
Augsburg, another part of which which I traversed on my return ride from
Rosenheim (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2023/06/book-v-chapter-16-project-petal-part-10.html#7_16_mangfall">Mangy
Mangfall Malaise</a>).</p>
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<p>Following that road out into the open, I am promptly passed by a cute
little yellow electro-trike. Barely larger than my bike trailer, this
feels like a feasible future for personal transportation, unlike those
giant SUV street tanks that for some strange reason seem to be becoming
more commonplace these days.</p>
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<p>Passing the Gut Hüll ("Estate Hull"), I continue my way across this
serene landscape along a quiet country road...</p>
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<p>...before passing by the Sonderflughafen Pfaffenhofen ("Special Airport
Priest's Farmyard"), which is operated by the Deutsche Aircraft ("German
Flugzeug").</p>
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<p>Afterwards, my way takes me along a more busy road for a bit, but
fortunately, that one features a separate cycling path.</p>
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<p>Next, I pass through Weßling, where I last visited Ellen and her woofs
two years ago (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2021/07/book-iv-final-chapter-catty-company.html">Book
IV ~ Final Chapter ~ Catty Company</a>). Unfortunately, they are all out
right now so I can't say hi. However, I <em>do</em> pass the very nicely
decorated store where I imagine Ellen must be getting the chow for
Sherlock and Makani.</p>
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<p>Following Weßling, I cross over a little ledge...</p>
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<p>...and subsequently cover a lot of ground very quickly as the
downhill segment that follows is not only paved, but also straight
and open, allowing me to make the most of my momentum.</p>
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<p>It is here that I finally feel that I've fully left the big city behind
and am now officially in the countryside. Wide, open fields cover the
valley, interrupted by occasional copses and forest, as well as a few
villages, each marked by a single bell tower. This is the Bavarian
countryside idyll. </p>
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<p>Next, I cycle past the Pilsensee ("Mushroom Lake")...</p>
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<p>...before proceeding along the final stretch of the local S-Bahn line
leading to Herrsching. In fact, unlike many other final S-Bahn stations
which are simply arbitrary stops on existing lines, with regional trains
continuing past them, Herrsching is actually a true terminus with no rails
beyond.</p>
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<p>At the end of that line lies Herrsching at the coast of the Ammersee, the
second-largest lake that still falls within Munich's public transit
network.</p>
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<p>In addition to being sunny, the weather today is also pleasantly windy, a
fact that is nicely reflected on the lake's surface.</p>
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<p>From here, I follow the shore of the Ammersee south, and soon I see that
the storm also left its marks here: Although the fallen tree has already
taken care of, the sizable dent in the nearby fence still marks its
impact.</p>
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<p>The path i also kinda adventurous, featuring a number of ford segments
that are actually a bit tricky to traverse by bike, but I manage.</p>
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<p>Less of an obstacle and more of a curiosity are the chain-lift railroad
regularly crossing the path. Those connect the boat sheds of the
well-to-do homes with the nearby lake.</p>
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<p>It is on this lakeside path that I find a nice little bench to sit down
and have my lunch on. As usual, this consists of a cream cheese sandwich,
Müsli bars and water. However, as an added new twist, I actually baked the
bread for this sandwich myself this time around. Using a whole-grain dough
with added sunflower and pumpkin seeds, it turned out quite tasty. Baking
seems to be a thing that I'm good at.</p>
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<p>As such, I enjoy a relaxed lunch break here with a nice view on the
Ammersee. Incidentally, by now it's windy enough that the lake has proper
cresting waves near the shore.</p>
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<p>Afterwards, I follow the lakeside path all the way to the southern end of
the Ammersee...</p>
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<p>...and after leaving the lake behind, I am now officially in the
Ammertal, the valley named after the river from which the whole lake gets
its name.</p>
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<p>It is from here on out that things start getting decidedly birdy. For
starers, here's a bird of prey that I spot soaring in the skies above. It
<em>might</em> be a Sparrow Hawk, but I'm not sure.</p>
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<p>I just barely graze the village of Fischen...</p>
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<p>...before continuing along the riverbank of the Ammer for a bit. This is
actually only the second time that I have encountered and crossed this
particular river - and the progenitor of the Amper - on my rides thus far,
the other time having been on my trip to visit Vulparion on the Goat Petal
(see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2020/05/book-iii-chapter-14-project-petal-part.html">Book
III ~ Chapter 14 ~ Project Petal Part 3 ~ A Verily Vulpine Voyage).</a></p>
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<p>Incidentally, hazy though the weather might be today, from here I can
finally see all the way to the alps in the distance, and I should get
closer still over the course of this ride.</p>
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<p>Crossing through the sunny Ammertal, I enjoy the last bits of flat
terrain...</p>
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<p>...on which I am also amazed to see a colony of storks. Incidentally, the
last time I've seen a stork was also right here in the Ammertal, on my
return trip from visiting Vulparion three years ago, so it would seem that
this area has a stable stork population, and late spring to summer seems
to be a good time to encounter them here.</p>
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<p>Speaking of which, it is only as I narrowly pass by Raisting that I cross
over said return ride's route. Six hours into today's right, and only now
do I finally enter unexplored territory!</p>
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<p>From here on, I follow the valley of a stream called Rott ("Redd"), which
is still reasonably flat, yet simultaneously already features a notable
incline, which should take me uphill the first few dozen meters over the
next few kilometres.</p>
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<p>That sort of is a compromise with the land all around me. The main issue
is that being a glacial trough valley, the Ammertal features stupidly
steep inclines on either side, and while I will have to make my way up
said sides one way or another, I did pick up a route that mitigates the
gradient by stretching the ascent over as long a distance as possible.
That means that I am making a bit of a detour here, but by now I know that
this is still far preferable over trying to force my way up a slope where'
I'll end up having to push my bike.</p>
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<p>By the way, it is also here that I find what is clearly the most
difficult cache for today. Hidden at the end of a heavily overgrown path
near a derelict redoubt some distance up the side of the valley, this
cache is not hard to find, but getting to where it lies hidden is a real
challenge, warranting a 4-star terrain rating. On the plus side, this time
around no angry human with a SUV stops by to holler at me, and since I
manage to find it after going through all that trouble, it's actually
really satisfying.</p>
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<p>A short bit later, I cycle through the hamlet of Stillern ("Learning
Quietly")...</p>
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<p>...before reaching the forested upper part of the Rotttal, which features
an almost New Zealand style well-maintained dirt road.</p>
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<p>The reason for why this road is so well-maintained becomes apparent as
I encounter a toll barrier at it's upper end. Fortunately, this barrier
only applies to cars, and there's a free bypass for bicyclists to use.</p>
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<p>Beyond that, there's the Zellsee, which is also a place that I last
drew near on my return ride from Vulparion. Back that time, I passed
just southeast of that lake, crossing an airfield as I did, while this
time around, I am at the lake's northern end and proceeding to head west
up the steep slope that awaits.</p>
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<p><em>Reasonably</em> steep, I have to add, for it features a gradient
of "only" 5%.</p>
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<p>However, combining that with the fact that I have to deal with that
ascent for 2km without any respite in between and also with my heavy
backpack in tow still means that I am in for the ordeal of the day now.
As such, I gradually make my way up the slope, repeatedly stopping in
the sparse shade of the trees to catch my breath before continuing.</p>
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<p>That bit about the shade is actually kinda important, because while
today is not <em>exceedingl</em>y<em> </em>hot, it is still a hot
summer day, as becomes apparent by the mirages dancing on the roads. And
while the temperatures are okay for cycling through open land when it's
flat, on a slope like this I heat up pretty quickly and need to cool
down regularly. Naturally, this also means that by the time I reach the
top, my water canteen is almost empty.</p>
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<p>However, once I reach the top - and with it the town border of
Wessobrunn - it is actually quite satisfying to look back down on the
land below from which I just struggled to make my way up.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>A triumphant feeling that this guy - who simply road his E-bike up the
slope, zooming past me as if it was nothing - is clearly missing out on.</p>
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<p>However, unfortunately, that is not <em>quite</em> the end of the
ascents today. For starers, immediately after the little ledge of
Wessobrunn, I have to face yet another pretty steep climb.</p>
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<p>However, upon scaling that, I have finally reached the highest point of
today's ride, on the crest of a high hill that doesn't even have a name.</p>
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<p>I do get a great view from here, however. For instance, I can clearly
see both the radio tower and the pilgrimage church atop the
Hohenpeißenberg ("High Biting Mountain"), though not the alps beyond,
possibly due to an increase in humidity. This brings back memories,
since there's also a restaurant over there, and when I was younger both
my grandfather and my father used to take me on day trips there, since
that place has a stunning view of the alps... on dry days at least.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>What follows is a pleasant downhill segment, the first one since
Weßling. And once again it's a nice one, with paved roads and a clear
view of what's ahead.</p>
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<p>Rushing down the hill, I cycle past a freshly harvested field, where a
pair of black kites are eagerly hunting for flushed-out rodents.</p>
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<p>The road I have taken eventually takes me to the town of Rott, which
bears the same name as the stream I followed up the valley earlier, yet
is completely unrelated to it. In fact, while the stream Rott flows into
the Ammersee and thus is part of the Amper-Isar watershed, the town of
Rott that I now reach is already across the drainage divide and belongs
to the Lech watershed.</p>
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<p>It is here that I encounter yet another stork, though this one is of
the statuary kind.</p>
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<p>Knowing that Reichling does not feature all that good shopping options,
I make one final detour to drop by the supermarket at the northern end
of Rott, purchasing my supplies for tomorrow...</p>
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<p>...and then - now almost at my destination for today - I embark on one
last daring quest that takes me up a narrow footpath...</p>
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<p>...all the way to a hilltop, from which I get a scenic view of my
surroundings.</p>
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<p>From there, I only have a little bit of ground yet to cover...</p>
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<p>...during which I can actually see all the way over to Fuchstal on the
other side of the Lech. You see, Fuchstal is one of those few
communities in the entire countries that are taking renewable energies
seriously, and as such can easily be picked out at a distance by its
many windmills. Also, here's another bird of prey, although this one is
<em>definitely </em>too far away to make out the species of.</p>
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<p>Right at the very end, there is one final climb up the hill on which
Reichling is located, and while that last climb by itself might not be
very challenging, the heat today combined with all the previous climbs
still somehow makes this final push seem the hardest of them all. At
this point, my canteen is completely empty, and I am <em>very</em> much
looking forward to a drink when I arrive.</p>
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<p>However, after that final push, I finally reach the village of
Reichling...</p>
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<p>...and within it, it does not take me very long to arrive at my Airbnb
for these next two nights.</p>
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<p>With that, the first push is complete. Now, let me tell you a bit
about...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Place</span></h3>
<p>As usually, I am staying in an Airbnb, and as usually, it is of the
type where I have a room for myself, yet share common areas with other
guests. Also, as usually, there are no other guests since it's the
middle of the week, so I have the whole place to myself. For starters,
that includes a modern kitchen...</p>
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<p>...which shares a big, open space with an eating area...</p>
<p></p>
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<p>...as well as a living room.</p>
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<p>However, there's also a little trap: For some strange reason, the floor
in the kitchen area is raised two centimeters above that of the
dining/living area, and I should end up bumping my toes on that little
ledge quite a few times before getting used to it.</p>
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<p>The bathroom is not quite as big, but still features everything I could
ask for...</p>
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<p>...on top of which the shower features a really interesting headpiece
with a transparent handle containing small orbs that move around when
the water runs through them. On top of that, somehow the shower head
manages to disperse the water in a very pleasant, rain-like manner. Once
my present shower head at home needs replacing, I'm definitely looking
into getting one of these.</p>
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<p>As for my room, it is a cozy little room right under beneath the
roof...</p>
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<p>...which unfortunately doesn't get a very strong WiFi signal, so I end
up setting up my laptop in the dining area. The sitting options are also
better there.</p>
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<p>Also, as an additional nice touch, there's a pack of complimentary
biscuits as well as a bottle of mineral water waiting for me. It's only
an inexpensive little gesture, and yet it makes me feel much more
welcome.</p>
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<p>Later that night, I make good use of the kitchen by preparing my
customary two-day-dinner of Naleiayafero...</p>
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<p>...half of which does not survive the evening. Filling and plentiful
though it may be, after today's tour I'm hungry enough to wolf it right
down. I'm a fox though!</p>
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<p>After dinner, I still have to learn a bit of Japanese, and since it's
warm enough outside today I make use of the patio for that.</p>
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<p>Sitting/lying down in a curious hanging garden chair, I take care of my
learning, and as I do a curious little cat walks by, takes a look at me,
and runs right off again. Still, that was a nice little encounter to
complete the day.</p>
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<p>After that, I soon go to bed in preparation for tomorrow's ride through
the...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Vulpine Valley</span></h3>
<p> <i><b>20-July-2023</b></i></p>
<p>The next day starts with my usual combination of tea and baked goods.
This time that features a pair of baked goods that alliterate much
better in English, namely a Pfefferbretze ("Pepper Pretzel") and a
Käsehörnchen ("Cheese Crescent").</p>
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<p>The weather today starts out on an interesting note: It rained during
the night, and the ground is still wet. The air is pretty cool in the
morning, though it's supposed to get warm and sunny later on. With these
circumstances in mind, I set out wearing my trusty coat Krevyasz,
intending to unequip it as soon as the temperatures start rising.</p>
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<i><b>Distance:</b> 77.0km</i><br>
<i><b>Ascents:</b> 570m</i><br>
<i><b>Duration:</b> 10h</i><br>
<b>9/12<span style="color: green;">🎁︎</span></b><br>
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<p>As I said, my primary goal for today is crossing back and forth past
Fuchstal, while the turning point I aim for is the town of Kaufbeuren
("Buy Farmers"). To do so, I first cross over the Lech near Reichling,
and then head west and a little bit north until I reach Fuchstal. Then I
turn southwest to follow the eponymous valley uphill to where it
terminates, at which point I turn west towards Kaufbeuren, making my way
down and up a couple of perpendicular valleys along the way. Having
reached that town, I follow the run of the river Wertach ("Value
Stream") north for a while, and then eventually turn east as soon as I
reach a point where aforementioned perpendicular valley are no longer
going to be that much of a climb. Eventually, I return back to Fuchstal
and cross through it once again, passing over the Lech at Mundraching
("Mouth Maw-en"). Once back on this side of the Lech, I head a bit
further east, hitting the supermarket near Issing before heading back
south to Reichling.</p>
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<p>Sounds pretty straightforward, right? However, in terms of altitude,
this ride is even more harrowing than yesterday's. At first it goes down
all the way to the lech, only to be followed by a short but steep climb
at the other side. After that, it continues relatively tame for a while
until I get near the village of Leeder ("Leeather"), which also marks my
first time entering Fuchstal. After that, I climb the valley at a steady
rate, which is peaked off by a pretty steep ascent just after leaving
Fuchstal, which eventually takes me all the way up to today's climax at
800m. After that, I have to cross the valley of the Hühnerbach ("Chicken
Stream") at Osterzell ("Easter Cell"), which would have been a really,
really great place for a bridge. Albeit, there is none, leaving me with
this ride's one unmanageable ascent on the other side. Another
down-and-up follows at the valley of the stream Gemach ("Slowly"), only
this one is not quite as bad. I get another enjoyable downhill ride as I
reach Kaufbeuren, followed by a near-zero descent as I follow the
Wertach all the way to Pforzen ("Gateways"), and a near-zero incline as
I head back east again, at least until I reach Untergermaringen ("Lower
Yeast Sea Ring"), where the first ledge of the return ride awaits. The
next ledge is after Oberostendorf ("Upper East Village"), but that is
immediately followed by an enjoyable descent into Fuchstal, and the Lech
valley thereafter, which is also my lowest point at 612m. Considerably
less enjoyable, however, is the climb of Mundraching, where I have to
scale an incline with a gradient of over 10%. There's a bunch more ups
and downs after that, but they all pale in comparison to this last
hurrah.</p>
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<p>Starting from Reichling, I first have a little last ledge to clear
before I can ride down into the Lech valley. Fortunately, since I'm
well-rested that's not a problem.</p>
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<p>From atop said ledge, I get my first view of the Lech valley, part of
which already belongs to Fuchstal.</p>
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<p>I don't get to enjoy it for very long though, as a motorcyclist comes
up behind me, and manages to slip and fall as he tries to pass me
standing at the very edge of the road. I for my part promptly move to
assist even while a van driver on the other side of the road stops,
lowers his window and starts railing at me for stopping there, blocking
the traffic himself in the process. Fortunately the motorcyclist is
unhurt and we can move on shortly, but with my own psychological
disposition still being at a low point the angry van driver's
valiciousness manages to ruin my ride right from the very start.</p>
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<p>As a result, I can't really enjoy the downhill ride, and not finding
the cache here doesn't help either. Anyway, pretty soon I reach the
bridge across the Lech, which is watched over by St. Lorenz, patron
saint of Archives, Armories, Barbecues, Brewers, Butchers, Comedians,
Cooks, Cutlers, and a whole bunch of other professions. According to the
plaque, the bridge is also named after him, but that's the only proof I
can find.</p>
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<p>On the other side, I pass through the town of Epfach ("Apstream"),
which is also where I need to scale the first little ledge of today's
ride to get out of the immediate Lech valley.</p>
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<p>After that, I am within the extended Lech valley, where I make my way
across sprawling fields and lush forests, both of which are reasonably
flat.</p>
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<p>Once I'm through the first bit of forest, I get a view on the first few
windmills of Fuchstal. Fuchstal is actually somewhat famous for taking
the initiative to locally spearhead regenerative energies with
collective private investments instead of waiting for the government to
act. In fact, it is only due to this collective engagement that they
were able to overcome the obstruction that the Bavarian government
placed on windmills: The highly controversial 10H-rule, stating that
there needs to be a minimum distance between windmills and residential
areas equal to their height times 10, unless the community explicitly
agrees to make an exception. As a result, Bavaria is mostly windmill
free, and we happily get to choke on coal, apart from little commendable
communities like this.</p>
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<p>Things get a bit uncomfortable as I approach Denklingen ("Them
Blades"), since the B17 state road that I cross is partly out of
commission for some reason, and all the traffic is being re-routed over
the normally quiet country roads. As such, I have to deal with quite a
bit of traffic here.</p>
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<p>Naturally, that does not make the ride any better, so I take the next
chance to evade that traffic by turning onto a significantly less busy
field road.</p>
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<p>Unfortunately, that one has its obstacles as well, and this time it is,
in fact, one that I have not encountered before: The sign warns of
sticky glue!</p>
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<p>Since that is the only parallel road to the busy main road, though, I
chose to brave it anyway... carefully. At worst, I figure I can always
just evade onto the field. But all is well. It turns out that this road
is currently being re-paved, and though I have to dodge the construction
machines near the end, I get through without getting stuck. Afterwards,
I am already in Fuchstal, and jsut starting to cycle up the valley,
which at this point is still pretty wide and flat.</p>
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<p>Eventually, I get back on the paved main road running lengthwise
through the valley...</p>
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<p>...and it is from there that I can see the ecological engagement of the
people of this place in action, as I espy not one but two new windmills
currently in the process of construction. All that's missing are the
sorta essential turbines on top.</p>
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<p>On top of the already existing windmills (a number of which I am by now
rapidly approaching), that would bring the windmill count for Fuchstal
& vicinity up to 13, if I counted correctly. That's over twice as
much than Munich & vicinity has to offer, and Fuchstal is much
smaller!</p>
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<p>Unfortunately, I should not get to see any of those windmills up close,
for the upper Fuchstal is completely covered in woods, so although I
pass with a few hundred meters of the windmills, I do not actually get
so much as a glimpse. Fun fact: I don't even <em>hear </em>them over
the natural sounds of the forest! So much for noise pollution!</p>
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<p>The path through the forest actually goes on and on for quite some
while, making for another relaxing straight forest ride. It is, however,
also a steady incline all the way: From the point I entered the mouth of
Fuchstal to when I reach it's upper end, I have scaled almost a full
100m of altitude, but since that climb was stretched over 7km, that's
actually quite manageable.</p>
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<p>At the upper end of Fuchstal, I come across an old acquaintance: The
Römerstraße! Only this time it is not the one leading to Augsburg, but
the one for Kempten ("Camped"). As a matter of fact, the run of that
particular ancient road did somewhat mirror my ride to Reichling, and is
going to run parallel to my route to Kaufbeuren too.</p>
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<p>By now, I have more or less circumcycled the telltale match-4 windmill
line of southern Fuchstal, and as I emerge from the forest on this side,
I can see three of them from another angle.</p>
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<p>Just a little bit further, and I reach the climax of today's ride at
800m. However, since this is still only saddle between two forested
hills and plenty of woods towards all the sides, I don't get much of a
view. Even so, the landscape up here is quite beautiful, and also
blissfully devoid of the usual noises of civilization. Not even the
noise from distant state roads or highways can be heard right here,
right now.</p>
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<p>Suddenly, I spot something orange slinking through the fields, and my
heart skips a beat. Could this be a fox? But no, it turns out to only be
an orange-colored cat.</p>
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<p>Shortly thereafter, I reach a sign where I'm definitely glad to be on
the right side of. It also warns of black ice, but I am reasonably
confident that with today's temperatures exceeding 25°C, the chance of
me encountering any is negligibly small.</p>
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<p>One downhill rush later, I reach the village of Osterzell at the bottom
of the valley...</p>
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<p>...on the dreadfully close far side of which looms the hillside that
I'll have to climb to get out again.</p>
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<p>Not wanting to cycle up the main road, I pick a side path, which
immediately rewards me for my choice since I come across a hidden little
gem: An Mariengrotte carved into the side of the hill, complete with a
little open air chapel and all. Unfortunately, capturing it in all its
serene beauty proves to be a bit too much for my camera.</p>
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<p>The fun ends after that, however, as the path becomes simultaneously
steep and unpaved, forcing me to dismount and push Jycily up the slope
since my tires simply do not get enough traction in the loose soil.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>However, eventually I manage to make my way to the top of that hill...<br>
</p>
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<p>...from where I not only get a nice view of Osterzell, but also the
match-4 windmills of Fuchstal.</p>
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<p>Afterwards, I continue my way across the crest of that particular chain
of hills...</p>
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<p>...along which I am saddened to see how much garbage people leave lying
near the road even all the way out here. As for what I find, discarded
cans and cup holders are pretty standard, but the laminated "Ladies"
sign is definitely a new one.</p>
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<p>Next up is the village of Stöttwang ("Stutt Cheek"), where I cycle past
an artistically carved cow bench overlooking a field...</p>
<p></p>
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<p>...followed by Thalhofen ("Vhalley Farmyarding"), where I cross the
leisurely flowing stream Gemach for the first time today.</p>
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<p>After that, there's a little ascent out of the valley of the Gemach,
and after that it's downhill all the way to Kaufbeuren. With the
temperature at pleasant levels, the skies slightly overcast, and the
road free of cars, these are perfect bicycling conditions.</p>
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<p>Next, I pass the hamlet of Ziegelstadel ("Brick Grange"), where I
suppose they produced the bricks to build the next village of
Mauerstetten ("Wall Places")...</p>
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<p>...and then I continue along a cycling highway build on the embankment
of an abandoned railroad line...</p>
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<p>...which quickly lets me cover the remaining distance into Kaufbeuren,
until I end up at <strong>The Gap</strong>.</p>
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<p>Here, the access road to a commercial area has brutally cut right
through the embankment, leaving me with very limited options of how to
get down. The slope itself is a 100% incline of loose rocks, and the
path through the bushes also doesn't look very promising.</p>
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<p>I briefly consider turning back and making my way back uphill to the
last intersection, but one failed lunacy roll later I find myself
frantically navigating my way down <strong>The Gap</strong> by sticking
to the fence, where a "where's a will, there's a way" exists.</p>
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<p>It takes me several minutes of careful yet determined maneuvering, but
amazingly, I do manage to make my way all the way to the bottom,
carrying Jycily part of the last few meters as a bush blocks my progress
near the fence. Good thing I left all my heavy luggage back at the
Airbnb.</p>
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<p>So, with that I am now officially in Kaufbeuren, which does not look
all that different from back home, though the expert observer will
quickly spot that the sidewalks here are simply paved instead of tiled
with the classic grey square tiles of Munich.</p>
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<p>Following that, it's time for me to cross over the Wertach for the
first time today, but not the first time ever. In fact, I did already
cross it not once, not twice, but thrice, during my first visit to the
Lechtal (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2020/08/interlude-project-petal-part-4-lechtal.html">Interlude
~ Project Petal Part 4 ~ Lechtal Liveliness</a>) as well as my ride to
Augsburg (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2023/05/book-v-chapter-15-project-petal-part-9.html#7_15_adelsried">Book
V ~ Chapter 15 ~ Project Petal Part 9 ~ Augsburg and Around ~
Approaching Adelsried</a>). It ended up being an uneven numbers of
crossings since that last ride took me around the confluence of the
Wertach and the Lech, so while the waters were still partly the same on
my crossing back then, technically it was already part of the Lech by
then.</p>
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<p>On the other side, I come across a very artistically designed house.
Part of what you see is painted on, but part of it is actual substance.
Can you tell which is which?</p>
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<p>Since the Wertach is meandering around quite a bit here in Kaufbeuren,
I end up crossing over it a second time within minutes of the first
despite going straight and perpendicular to the river.</p>
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<p>Back on the the east bank again, I pass through a patch of town
forest...</p>
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<p>...before I end up back on the shore of the Wertach once more. There, I
have a strange encounter with an esotericist of the present world. Part
of what he says rings true, like how we live in a world of change and
instability, and must learn to deal with that least we be torn apart.
However, when he starts going on about his beliefs that global warming
is caused by the internet, since all the satellites are gradually frying
the earth with their radiation, I decide I've just about heard the last
of this occultism, and continue on my way, leaving this urban legend in
limbo.</p>
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<p>From there, I continue along a nice and shady riverside path for a
little longer...</p>
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<p>...before crossing the Wertach for the third time in not even half an
hour (and less than that, had it not been for my chance meeting with the
river sage).</p>
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<p>On the other side, I follow the Wertach further north by means of a
serene path through the shrubbery...</p>
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<p>...next to which I spot a place that I am simply going to refer to as
the BBR Max ("Bouldering Bouldering Revolution").</p>
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<p>And now guess which river I'm gonna cross for the fourth time today!
This one's the last time, promise!</p>
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<p>By this point you might have guessed that one of the themes for today's
ride is "let's follow the run of the Wertach north". This has several
advantages. For one, there's many nice paths along the river, but it
also neatly lets me avoid having to scale the horrible, horrible incline
on the western side, since the Wertach also serves as the terminator for
the greater Lech valley.</p>
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<p>As I make my way north on the east bank of the river, I have yet
another interesting encounter, this time of the tiny kind. A little
brown blur darts across the meadow and hides in a nearby thicket. I stop
to look just in time to see a little ermine (recognizable by the
telltale black tail tip) dart out of the ticket towards the nearby
river, stop to look at me, and then dart right back in. The little
creature repeats this behavior a number of times - darting halfway
across the open expanse, stopping to look at me, and then darting back
into the thicket - thus allowing me to take a few pictures of the rare
little cute critter. Eventually, it takes heart and runs all the way
across the expanse and down the river embankment, and that's the last I
see of it.</p>
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<p>It is right next to there that I have another little adventure in
search of a cache. Much like yesterday, this one is hidden at the end of
a road that I must walk, not cycle, and it probably takes me right
through the ermine's territory. Fallen trees block my way more than
once, but at the end I manage to find the cache.</p>
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<p>After that, it's finally time to leave the Wertach behind and head
east. I do that just north of the plateau containing the town of
Neugablonz ("New Apple Tree"). That one is in itself a place with an
interesting history. It is named after the city of Jablonec ("Apple
Tree") in Czechia, which at one point in history was part of Germany and
carried the germanized name of Gablonz. A major center of jewelry
production, the Germans who lived there were displaced after WW2, and
one of the settlements they founded as a new home is Neugablonz. I for
my part take advantage of the flat stretch of terrain north of it to
make good progress on the first stretch of the return trip.</p>
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<p>By now, it's time for lunch, so I am looking for a good place to sit
down and find a rest. Unfortunately, I should end up cycling through all
of Pforzen without finding a single bench or other suitable resting
spot.</p>
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<p>In fact, the first bench that I finally find lies halfway between
Pforzen and the next village of Zellerberg ("Cell Mountain"), which
seems like a curious place for a bench, but maybe it's intended as a
resting place for old people who have to walk that distance (that used
to be a thing before everyone had cars, by the way). Regardless of its
intended purpose, I am grateful that it is there, and I gladly sit down
to eat my lunch, consisting today of a sesame loop and a Käsesemmel
("Cheese Bread Roll").</p>
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<p>Thus, I am able to enjoy a nice lunch sitting here in the shade, and I
get an enjoyable look across the fields all the while... at least when
there's no car zooming past in front of me.</p>
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<p>Moving on, I cross over the railway line at Zellerberg, and afterwards
I get my first view f the alps today. Strange how can only see them now
that I'm actually further away than I was all morning. Also, some
windmills.</p>
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<p>Next, I proceed along a strategically unsound avenue leading across the
fields. Looking at the growth of the crops north of the road, I can
clearly see the "footprints" left behind by the large trees' shadows.</p>
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<p>Soon thereafter, I reach Untergermaringen, where the fun starts
stopping, since this marks the first serious ascent in over 23km, the
first foothill of the ledge that divides the valleys of Wertach and Lech
at this point.</p>
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<p>The plus of that is that once I'm on top of that ledge, I get a fairly
fine view of the area all around (though it's more of a flatlands
panorama than a hilltop view).</p>
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<p>More notably, however, this is the one point from where you can see all
of the 11 windmills of Fuchstal and vicinity all at once.</p>
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<p>Continuing from there, the next village I pass on my way east is
Westendorf ("West Village"), where I cross back over the Gemach again.</p>
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<p>At the top of the ledge, the land is flat again for a good while and a
trip between two ripe fields of contrasting colors follows.</p>
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<p>Eventually, I reach Oberostendorf, where I pass by the brightly colored
church Maria Himmelfahrt ("Mary Ascension").</p>
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<p>Flat though the terrain may be, not all is well. In fact, today I have
a problem, ever since this morning actually. Maybe it was the heat
yesterday, or something wrong with dinner, or possibly even the water
(which might explain the free mineral water, though not why my
host would not caution me against drinking tap water), but I've got
diarrhea. Which is basically okay so long as you're anywhere near a
toilet, but right here, right now, I'm about as far from a toilet that I
can actually use as possible. I was hoping it was only in the morning,
but ever since around Untergermaringen, I've felt the pressure building
again. I've been on the lookout for some sort of public toilet ever
since, but in vain. By now, I've reached condition critical, so with no
better option I relieve myself in a little patch of trees near the
fields, using leaves for paper. Not very dignified or pleasant, but it
sure beats soiling my pants.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Having handled that little crisis for better or for worse, I proceed by
the edge of a little wooded hill, heading for my next major waypoint:
One of the 11 windmills.</p>
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<p>Getting up close to it means climbing the remainder of the ledge
between the valleys, but I am rewarded for it with the majestic sight of
the 100m-tall windmill towering before me, and although I am quite close
by now and the windmill is turning pretty quickly, I can't really hear
much. If I were standing this close to a highway, the noise level would
be quite considerable. By the way, this windmill alone can generate
enough energy for about 800 families, and saves almost 3000 tons of CO²
from being emitted each year.</p>
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<p>After that, it's back into Fuchstal as I pass through the hamlet of
Engratshofen ("Tight Council's Farmyard")...</p>
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<p>...from where I can see something that used to be a military
installation in the past, and today serves as a battery station for
Fuchstal.</p>
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<p>Another steep descent ensues, and I make quick progress as I rush down
the straight road into the Lech valley, and before I know it I have
reached the village of Asch ("Ash"), one of the two major settlements of
Fuchstal, the other being Leeder.</p>
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<p>One last open stretch through Fuchstal remains...</p>
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<p>...and then I'm back at the immediate Lechtal again. I am still on a
ledge approximately 35m above the river, however.</p>
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<p>On my way down to the river, I pass a number of fish ponds...</p>
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<p>...and then I cross the 3rd Lech bridge, which comes complete with a
memorial to the raftsmen who used to ferry people across the river
before the bridge was built, as well as a view on the ledge from
where I just looked down.</p>
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<p>Having crossed the bridge, I reach the village of Mundraching, which is
where the fun <em>really</em> stops. Not only does the main road
through town already sport a considerable incline...</p>
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<p>...but the specifically designated cycling bypass is <em>even worse</em>.
Clearly designated as such by some kind of sadist, this slope is without
a doubt the steepest and worst ascent of this entire ride, and I have to
stop multiple times on my way up. Well, thankfully at least part of it
is in the shade, and since the road is paved I can actually ride up
instead of having to push. I sincerely wonder if a continuous push would
have been faster than cycling with all those breaks, though.</p>
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<p>Fortunately, once I'm up, I'm up, and level fields await.</p>
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<p>Well, more or less level. There's still a bunch of ascents, such as in
Stadl ("Grange"), but after clearing the Mundraching malady, those are
actually quite manageable. Although I have to admit that by now I am
getting close to my limit, and my uphill speed on even these slopes has
slowed significantly.</p>
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<p>Next up is the village of Pflugdorf ("Plow Village")...</p>
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<p>...followed by more blissfully flat overland segments.</p>
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<p>What with a motorcycle accident, windmills, a cat, <strong>The Gap</strong>,
the river sage, an ermine, as well as some diarrhea, this sure has been
an eventful ride already today, and the events just don't stop. Next, I
come across a firefighter's truck that has cordoned off the very road
I'm coming from (with me having ended up on that road by means of a
field path). I have no idea what's going on, and at this point I'm
really too exhausted to care. As I carefully ride by the firefighters,
one asks me if everything is okay, which I affirm. Earlier that same
day, I might have stopped and asked what's going on, but by now I really
just want to wrap up this ride and get back to my Airbnb.</p>
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<p>One of the things this ride notably did not feature, however, was a
bakery. And so, when I spy a supermarket nearby I stop over to get
tomorrow's breakfast and lunch from the obligatory integrated bakery. It
is also here that I drain the last drop of my canteen, so the next
opportunity to get something to drink will be back in Reichling.</p>
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<p>As I get back on my bike, I notice a police helicopter flying overhead
quite close to the ground, and heading north. I can only guess that it
might be related to whatever in the name of Dragon those firefighters
closed the road for, but I'm afraid I'll never know for sure.</p>
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<p>Anyway, from here on out, all I have to do is head more or less south
to reach Reichling. Unfortunately, that means going uphill again.
Fortunately, however, the roads here are well-paved, and the incline is
quite manageable as well.</p>
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<p>Okay, never mind, scratch the former... and on second thought, scratch
the latter as well. The last bit takes me across a hilly gravel path
road again.</p>
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<p>But on the upside, I do get a nice last view from up here, including
the alp panorama that I've been missing most of the time. Naming all
those mountains would get confusing, and I'd probably get half of them
wrong too, but I'm at least reasonably sure that the terminator mountain
at the western end is the Säuling ("Sow-let"), which stands at the
border to Austria, and near the foot of which the famous Schloss
Neuschwanstein ("New Swan Stone Palace") lies.</p>
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<p>One last push, and I'm finally back at Reichling, and not much later
back at the Airbnb.</p>
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<p>There, my first order of business is draining the tap dry. I am wary
about the possibility that the water might be the cause for my diarrhea
- just like it has been back in the Philippines (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2022/11/book-v-chapter-9-davao-downtime.html#food">Book
V ~ Chapter 9 ~ Davao Downtime ~ The Food</a>) - but I still think my
host would - or should - have warned me if that was the case, and the
water does taste perfectly fine, and Germany is generally known for its
high water quality, so I hope I'll be fine.</p>
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<p>After the tap, the complimentary biscuits are the next to bite the
dust. I feel so famished and exhausted that these sugar-garnished
goodies really hit the spot.</p>
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<p>Later on, I have <em>some</em> of the Naleiayafero from yesterday
night for dinner. Another possible candidate for my diarrhea, I decide
not to eat quite all of it, and leave the rest for whoever else would
have it. Again, I don't think that this could be the case, but maybe the
minced meat that they sold me at the Edeka in Rott was past its use-by
date or something.</p>
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<p>With that, this eventful day is finally coming to an end. Tomorrow is
(hopefully) going to be more enjoyable, but before we get to that, let
us cover... </p>
<p><br>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Retrospective</span></h3>
<p>Though it was technically only a private room, thanks to the
circumstances I had the whole big place all to myself. Food was as
usually not included, but I had basic cooking supplies for use in the
kitchen, as well as complimentary mineral water and biscuits, which is
more than in any other Airbnb thus far. The bed was comfy, and the
atmosphere was very familiar and welcoming. Owing to the auspicious
circumstances, the bathroom was effectively part of my private area as
well, and the free WiFi was basically okay. The place is a bit remote
though, and despite having a great view, it's a bit of a downside that
there's no shopping options or public transport nearby. Also, the place
was just a little bit too hot for my taste. The biggest downside,
however, was the price, which was quite steep. At 67€ a night, this was
easily the most expensive Airbnb that I've ever stayed in, and in fact
more expensive than <em>several</em> hotels I stayed at in Japan. It
was also the sixth-most expensive place I ever stayed in since starting
my travels, earning it an abysmal price-value ratio despite all the
perks. However, even with the steep price factored into the equation,
this was still a pretty good place to stay at, but only because having
the big place all for myself at least somehow justified the price.</p>
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<p>And that's it for the retrospective. Now, let's embark onto the ride
home, where I should make sure to visit the...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Kaltenberg Keep<br>
</span></h3>
<i><b>21-July-2023</b></i><b><span style="color: green;"></span></b><br>
<p>Getting up the next morning, I look out of the dining area's windows to
behold a number of horses and cattle peacefully grazing on the meadows
behind the house.</p>
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<p>Meanwhile, I eat my own breakfast, this time composed of a
Käsestange ("Cheese Stick") and a simple Croissant, plus some tea, of
course.</p>
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<p>I also take the time to write a message in the guest book, making sure
to visualize my most memorable experience from this ride.</p>
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<p>After that, I pack up, leaving another empty room behind...</p>
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<p>...and then I'm out on the road again, which once again is wet from the
nightly rains.</p>
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<p><i><b>Distance:</b> 81.0km</i><br>
<i><b>Ascents:</b> 380m</i><br>
<i><b>Duration:</b> 9.5<br>
</i><b>7/12<span style="color: green;">🎁︎</span></b></p>
<p><a href="https://bikerouter.de/#map=10/47.9480/10.9520/OpenTopoMap,terrarium-hillshading,route-quality&lonlats=10.927749,47.921486;10.925474,47.922525;10.915732,47.96148;10.956368,47.97474;10.960922,47.996433;10.966566,48.00978;10.971994,48.027951;10.993237,48.062007;11.000147,48.07467;11.007228,48.073212;11.010275,48.077364;11.016197,48.091184;11.022248,48.101362;11.018901,48.114543;11.001005,48.120453;10.990663,48.13051;10.994632,48.129178;10.993372,48.131522;11.007185,48.132363;11.01963,48.124785;11.028621,48.125035;11.083531,48.152242;11.100247,48.150181;11.103036,48.151517;11.114731,48.138597;11.133227,48.139492;11.169233,48.143797;11.200991,48.154151;11.218586,48.154732;11.239529,48.165039;11.26472,48.173113;11.265771,48.171391;11.284032,48.173237;11.342225,48.185353;11.351581,48.180245;11.354048,48.177124;11.435544,48.173727;11.439171,48.1693;11.461272,48.176745;11.461744,48.178464;11.479914,48.183632&profile=shortest">Tour
Map on Bikerouter</a></p>
<p>My route today takes me north, following the ledge separating the Lech
from the Ammersee. My first major destination is the town of Kaltenberg
("Cold Mountain"), where I am headed for two reasons that I will reveal
in due time (though locals will probably be able to guess at least one
of them). After that, I turn east, following the lay of the land until I
get back home. Also, looking at that map now, I realize that this petal
has actually taken me further west than the Rooster Petal, much like how
the Dragon Petal took me further east than the Rabbit Petal.</p>
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<p>As for the height profile of this ride, now there's something pleasant:
With exception of a couple of bumps, this ride is almost entirely
downhill, paying out the effort I put in cycling all the way up here.
The first somewhat considerable bump is when I have to cross a forested
ledge near Westerschondorf ("Western Already Village"), and it is only
shortly before Kaltenberg when I reach the level of the Lech near
Mundraching, where yesterday's gruesome final ascent began. After that,
there's a little relatively tame hill as I pass through the northern
outskirts of Geltendorf ("Apply Village"), and another one just past
Moorenweis ("Bog White"). After that, it's a gradual descent all the
while passing Buchenau ("Beech Meadow"), after which I voluntarily
decide to tackle the Emmeringer Leite ("Nanny Ring Guide") as a final
challenge, thus adding another 50 or so meters of altitude to my ride
that I could have easily avoided, had I chosen to do so. However, since
the entire ride up until that point was quite time, I figured something
like this would make for a nice touch near the end.</p>
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<p>Small though Reichling might be, I have now already entered it from two
different directions and left it through a third, and now I am adding a
fourth to that list. As a result, I come across another part of the
village that I was not aware existed until now: A little pond that lies
serenely in the morning light.</p>
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<p>My departure from Reichling marks the beginning of the longest downhill
ride. The going on this part of the ride is extremely quick since the
roads are paved and empty, and since I'm finally headed down again, I
can cycle at full speed for a long, long time.</p>
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<p>The landscape mostly stays the same all the while: Fields and pastures,
occasionally broken up by pieces of forests, with nothing that really
stands out, making this into a tranquil downhill journey during which
the grey of dawn gradually transitions into the bright of day.</p>
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<p>This uneventful and blissfully relaxing downhill journey continues for
over a dozen kilometres, just past the town of Hofstetten ("Farmyard
Places")... </p>
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<p>...at which point the paved roads give way to gravel roads as I dive
straight into the heart of the forests here.</p>
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<p>Though made of gravel, the forest road is reasonably smooth, and so
apart from dodging pothole-puddles, I am also able to proceed at
something near my top speed.</p>
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<p>Another avenue awaits as an ascent approaches at a hamlet by the name
of Westerschondorf, which is the "growth node" around which this
particular clearing in the middle of the forest was cut.</p>
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<p>The following forest marks the first true impediment to my up until now
pretty unparalleled speedy progress. Not only are there some ascents
that are made more tricky by the gravelly ground, but the path through
the forest is also not exactly straight (or rather, the straight path
would not take me to where I want to go), so I have to stop and navigate
a couple of times.</p>
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<p>In the end, however, I manage to make my way through this a bid
convoluted piece of woods and emerge on the fields and hills on the
other side...</p>
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<p>...not far from the town of Schöffelding ("Amass Thing"), where the odd
troll can still be found crawling out from beneath the roots of trees.</p>
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<p>Moving on from there, I take to the field paths again...</p>
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<p>...while also occasionally looking back over my shoulder with worry.
Whereas the last two days were mostly hot and sunny, today carries the
promise of rain, and looking back south I'd say that rain has already
engulfed Reichling, and is slowly creeping north. I wonder if I'll get
home dry, or if I'll suffer a repeat of what happened during the return
ride of the Dragon Petal.</p>
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<p>Moving on to the north, I come across a very strong contender for
today's "Field Path of the Day"...</p>
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<p>...which quickly gets some competition as I make my way through another
bit of forest. This path is definitely less passable, yet it's inside a
forest, so I don't know which one of those two should take the price.</p>
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<p>Exiting the forest a little bit to early, I come across contender #3 as
I emerge in the middle of a field with no path in sight. The upside here
is that the field is nice and open, so I can just ride squat across it
to the shed near the bridge across the brook which leads to the road.</p>
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<p>It is now just a little over 3 hours into the ride, and I have already
reached the crossover point with my return ride from the Rooster Petal
at the train line extending past Geltendorf and to Landsberg am Lech
("Land's Mountain at the Lech"). In fact, this railway underpass
actually marks a triple crossover point, as not only did I come through
here on my way back from the Rooster Petal, but both Robert and I also
rode the train across that bridge on our way to the southernmost point
of Germany (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2021/08/book-iv-extra-chapter-heroic-haldenwang.html">Book
IV ~ Extra Chapter ~ The Heroic Haldenwang Hike</a>), also passing
through Kaufbeuren in the process. In fact, here's one such train now.</p>
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<p>After that, it's only a little bit further...</p>
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<p>...before I reach the village of Kaltenberg, which is locally famous
for its annual medieval market and knight tournament. And naturally, I
timed my ride just right so that I pass through here while one of those
is ongoing. This fair is only slightly older than I am - having first
started in 1980 - and yet it is one of the largest medieval fairs in all
of Germany.</p>
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<p>However, before I get there, I first have to pass through the village
of Kaltenberg...</p>
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<p>...something that does sound simple, yet is complicated by road
planners who were apparently intent on luring cyclists such as myself
into dead ends.</p>
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<p>After scaling the hill after which Kaltenberg was named, I find myself
in front of the entrance gates. However, since it's still only around
11:00, there's not much going on yet, since the fair only opens up in
the evening. Even so, at the very least I can see the highly thematic
entrance area, complete with medieval ticket gates fashioned from secret
elven technology.</p>
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<p>Unfortunately, since the gates are guarded, there's no way for me
inside that way. So instead, I loop around, take a few back roads, and
eventually manage to emerge behind the great arena, also fashioned in
medieval style, complete with a medieval wheelchair sign!</p>
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<p>Beyond that, I manage to make my way deeper into the fair site, where
lots of thematic tents stand side by side with magical metal carriages,
the latter will almost surely disappear before the fair opens its gates
tonight.</p>
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<p>Oh, and let us also not forget the castle of Kaltenberg, around which
this event is centeressd. Now this edifice is truly medieval,
originating in the year 1292 and being destroyed and rebuilt a couple of
times over the century. It's present form dates back to the year 1854
when it was rebuilt in its current Gothic style.</p>
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<p>Coming down from the hill again, I take the opportunity to take a
shot of the surrounding landscape, knowing that from here on out the
terrain will become progressively flatter. As I do, I also worriedly
acknowledge that the sky to the south has once again grown darker still.</p>
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<p>Before I leave Kaltenberg behind, however, there is yet one more thing
to do, and doing it involves the winner of today's "Field Path of the
Day", which wins by virtue of the ground being in such a state that
despite it being even, I still have to get off and push my bike through
it.</p>
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<p>In fact, this "path" is so unofficial that it doesn't even appear on
bikerouter. And instead of going somewhere, it's just a back and forth
trip of a few dozen meters. What for, you ask? Well, that's the second
reason why I came to Kaltenberg: You see, because it is here, at the
foot of the hill, that the spring of the Paar is located. That's right!
That very curious little river that <em>almost</em> flows into the
Lech, then goes "nope", turns northeast and flows straight into the
Donau instead, and which I by now have crossed a total of nine times
during my Petal Rides finds its humble beginnings right here and now.
And humble indeed they are. As far from a sputtering wellspring as it
can be, the Paar emerges in a ditch under a bush and takes the form of
something that is only barely recognizable as a brook. In fact, with all
the growth in the way, I can't even see any water flowing within, yet
the brook clearly makes its way north from here, past Brunnen ("Well"),
Mering ("Sea Ring"), Dasing ("There Sing"), Hörzhausen ("Hears
Housing"), and all the other places where I've crossed this curious
little river.</p>
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<p>Anyway, that's enough of Kaltenberg now. It may not even be lunchtime
yet, but with the sky growing progressively more threatening, I am kinda
anxious to get home. On the minus side, I am still less than halfway
there and the major downhill segments are already behind me. But on the
plus side, I am now cycling parallel to the route of the S4, so if worst
comes to worst I figure I can always just wimp out and take the S-Bahn
home. But for now, I proceed across the fields using blissfully paved
roads.</p>
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<p>Next, I graze the very northern edge of Geltendorf...</p>
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<p>...from where I follow a major road (that is fortunately not <em>too</em>
busy) all the way into the Landkreis Fürstenfeldbruck ("Lords Field
Bridge County"). One notable thing is that the temperatures keep rising
the closer to Munich I get, to the point where they're starting to
become just a bit too hot for my taste.</p>
<p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPGsz6ReWegQcygKuPaQjQq9OVs9krCHa227jAUB8jvcrzR_6Q8RDdpAhNNhdb72NM_1gSZGViQ4EBZFDrSSzs6BhwYPkKPcmenrcfIsw2LLRZTrmyR-nZF4E4uGBzqtPHg63jKFe6c13F0mZOUmy_aRaLdBitaDomVSwOP6aZS8A4M9esazQkLiKpTjQ/s640/07-19-214%20F%C3%BCrstenfeldbruck%20County%20Road.png" style="display: block; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="551" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPGsz6ReWegQcygKuPaQjQq9OVs9krCHa227jAUB8jvcrzR_6Q8RDdpAhNNhdb72NM_1gSZGViQ4EBZFDrSSzs6BhwYPkKPcmenrcfIsw2LLRZTrmyR-nZF4E4uGBzqtPHg63jKFe6c13F0mZOUmy_aRaLdBitaDomVSwOP6aZS8A4M9esazQkLiKpTjQ/s640/07-19-214%20F%C3%BCrstenfeldbruck%20County%20Road.png"/></a></div></p>
<p>That situation intensifies as I reach the town of Moorenweis, where
Radian unexpectedly breaks through the clouds and showers me with his
intense radiation - a situation that is not made better by the fact that
my route from here on out takes me through a field with little to no
shade, and the time is also nearing noon by now.</p>
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<p>Eventually, I reach a sort of mini-avenue, but unfortunately the trees
are planted on the wrong side of the cycling road and as such do not
offer any shade.</p>
<p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Ng8V7TmgReVbP459PKj8Ay7cqXQCKQCaY1FA9xc6YMUmzyN3wxoxDYro8CqjZXFjyisfHoHuUqukv3KvvBne4Ue_0rkR2NYz1KY05I72cDKHERmUuIk1T1wfZJaN0qnrAIdmh1IniqOgRb9ID9NIzsYk5GUB3GF9gLGFz2zfKJRFNr3Ydq1OvcuBXxQ/s640/07-19-216%20Avenue%20Fail.png" style="display: block; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Ng8V7TmgReVbP459PKj8Ay7cqXQCKQCaY1FA9xc6YMUmzyN3wxoxDYro8CqjZXFjyisfHoHuUqukv3KvvBne4Ue_0rkR2NYz1KY05I72cDKHERmUuIk1T1wfZJaN0qnrAIdmh1IniqOgRb9ID9NIzsYk5GUB3GF9gLGFz2zfKJRFNr3Ydq1OvcuBXxQ/s640/07-19-216%20Avenue%20Fail.png"/></a></div></p>
<p>As such, I am glade when my planned route takes me into the lush shade
of a nearby forest... only to be immediately disappointed that the
swathe cut through the forest by the road is so wide that the trees
offer little to no shade at all.</p>
<p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfXhgRlufkYO-RJdiT7SL3BNqb4ndtDYb7Qm5vquW1ymIsr8zu8Cbzx1_qgpZZje1x1kj62iXneDsodQ_yMRQyYHUOpnrKV7linJtqQhhsp2kZmhwXAPngPc4Y1Yn0lLYNaAlS50v-Qcw4sQsgSfVeLwLge0OGEOfnecg7bqfvribNzk_uZYU6Ih2K7no/s640/07-19-217%20Forest%20Road%20Fail.png" style="display: block; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfXhgRlufkYO-RJdiT7SL3BNqb4ndtDYb7Qm5vquW1ymIsr8zu8Cbzx1_qgpZZje1x1kj62iXneDsodQ_yMRQyYHUOpnrKV7linJtqQhhsp2kZmhwXAPngPc4Y1Yn0lLYNaAlS50v-Qcw4sQsgSfVeLwLge0OGEOfnecg7bqfvribNzk_uZYU6Ih2K7no/s640/07-19-217%20Forest%20Road%20Fail.png"/></a></div></p>
<p>So, screw the straight scorched street, I say, and settle for a nice
and shady - if somewhat - roundabout route following gravel roads
through the surrounding forest.</p>
<p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrvlcuxUK7kpANMdLlzXSYhYrbT5eudh2VrYJMMAKLlj_oA-uF7-WK0ZcCUdrzjGyMfaIUw6BF2CLuauIe6XMAKzG7FjVHHYxEIzfBBrv2OnHwptxvMuyDd8MjabSUCf9eHr4s0La_6vcEehsp6-ro04PuF0Dp7aKL6f6KKFV1RCXUwM9j7_cShzUC-Ko/s640/07-19-218%20Shady%20Forest%20Path.png" style="display: block; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrvlcuxUK7kpANMdLlzXSYhYrbT5eudh2VrYJMMAKLlj_oA-uF7-WK0ZcCUdrzjGyMfaIUw6BF2CLuauIe6XMAKzG7FjVHHYxEIzfBBrv2OnHwptxvMuyDd8MjabSUCf9eHr4s0La_6vcEehsp6-ro04PuF0Dp7aKL6f6KKFV1RCXUwM9j7_cShzUC-Ko/s640/07-19-218%20Shady%20Forest%20Path.png"/></a></div></p>
<p>This forest should cover my advance for the next hour or so, which is
fortuitous, considering that we're having the zenith hour right now, and
since it's still July that means it's not only hot, but there's also a
significant risk of both sunburn and sunstroke if you're out in the open
during noon. As such, I am doubly grateful to have made it into the
forest just in time.</p>
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<p>Oh, and speaking of noon, it's naturally also about lunchtime, so I
keep on the lookout for a shady spot where I can sit down and have my
lunch. And eventually I do find one, albeit of an unusual kind: A tree
stand by the side of the road shall serve as my lunch rest spot for
today.</p>
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<p>And thus it happens that I eat my lunch slightly above ground level
today, happily nomming away at a Nusshörnchen ("Nut Crescent"), a
Butterbretze and a Müsli bar.</p>
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<p>Moving on after lunch, I ride past the pleasant side of a sign denoting
a 12% gradient up ahead...</p>
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<p>...before continuing through the forest for quite a bit longer.</p>
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<p>Eventually, I emerge from the forest at Buchenau, and with it the urban
area of Fürstenfeldbruck, where illicit placarding is explicitly
forbidden.</p>
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<p>It is here that I encounter the first and only major river of today,
and another old acquaintance of mine: The Amper.</p>
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<p>Cycling along the promenade, I get to witness a rare breed of Jesus
Geese walking on the water...</p>
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<p>...as well as their less blessed but more chilled brethren sitting
calmly at the side of the path as I cycle past.</p>
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<p>I cross the Amper shortly thereafter, and since I cycled south of the
Ammersee on the way there, this is in fact my one and only Amper
crossing during this entire petal. <em>However,</em> since I also did
the same thing during the Goat Petal, this now makes my total count of
Amper crossings even again (though I still have two more east-to-west
crossings than west-to-east crossings).</p>
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<p>Following a roadside cycling path through Fürstenfeldbruck, it finally
feels like I am back from the boonies and within the metropolitan area
of Munich again - for better or for worse.</p>
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<p>However, this far out, there's still plenty of green stretches,
such as the Emmeringer Leite. Now, when following this elongated
forested hill chain, there are pretty much two options. Either you can
go alongside it, such as between the hill and the railroad tracks...</p>
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<p>...or you can go up the 50m or so incline, which is what I choose to do
on account of today having clearly been lacking in terms of ascents thus
far. As such, I consider this one the optional bonus boss of this ride.
Fittingly, the route up that I chose features one of them lovely
10%+ gradients, but fortunately only over a reasonably short distance
that is <em>way</em> less brutal than yesterday's murderous Mundraching
malaise. </p>
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<p>Once I made my way to the top, however, the going is pretty smooth and
relaxed as I can simply continue lengthwise along the forested ridge.
Relaxed, that is, until I hear the rumbling of thunder heralding the
approach of a storm. Now, with all the trees blocking my view it's hard
to judge how much time I have left, so I make haste and try to at least
get down from the Emmeringer Leite as quickly as possible, for I am
reasonably certain that a forested ridge ranks pretty low on the list of
places where you'd want to be caught at by a storm.</p>
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<p>However, even with all that haste I still take the time to take a
picture of this weird... mushroom altar (?) that I pass along the way.</p>
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<p>Further on, my speed is naturally limited by the path turning into a
bumpy stone trail...</p>
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<p>...but fortunately I soon emerge in an open area atop the Emmeringer
Leite, where I am much relived to see that I am not in any immediate
danger of being caught in a storm.</p>
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<p>In fact, as I finally make my way down the eastern end of the
Emmeringer Leite and proceed along the nearest road, Radian breaks
through the clouds once again...</p>
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<p>...even while the source of the thunder that I've heard is ominously
looming at the southeastern horizon, and far too close for comfort too.</p>
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<p>At this point, I am more or less on the home stretch. I still have 15km
to go, but I am approaching the core of my territory, and thus would be
able to find my way home reliably without any further navigation. Thus,
I make haste, hoping I'll stay reasonably dry even as I make my way
straight for what looks like the exact border between Clearance and
Storm.</p>
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<p>Following the final fields for today, I make my way through a park in
Puchheim ("Book Home")...</p>
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<p>...where I come across an interesting formation of three obelisks,
which apparently stand there as a memorial for the territories that
Germany lost as a result of WW2. As far as I know, all of these are part
of Poland and Czechia now, and my very own grandfather actually came as
a refugee from Schlesien when the Germans were displaced from there at
the end of the war. He was only a child back then, and now, he's already
been dead for over a decade.</p>
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<p>He was also a mighty bicycler, and apparently I got the genes from him.
Anyway, once outside of the park, I cycle down the straight streets of
Puchheim...</p>
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<p>...and in quick succession make it first to Gröbenzell and then München
from there.</p>
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<p>I am still within the rural outskirts of Munich though. As such, I pass
the Hofreiter ("Farmyard Rider"), which is a sort of agricultural
event venue. Right now, there seems to be some sort of hay bale
labyrinth for kids, but one of the locally famous attractions that
annually happens there is the maize field labyrinth.</p>
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<p>At that point, I am pretty much on the victory road, and a good thing
too, for the sky grows gradually more threatening.</p>
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<p>However, before I manage to make it home, I unexpectedly get eaten by a
dinosaur. The end.</p>
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<p>Just kidding, as you were surely be able to tell by the absence of
feathers, that's not a <em>real</em> dinosaur, but an old-fashioned
prop. As thus, I get to continue on my way home past some brave
bicyclers who audaciously claim the road as their parking space. My
kudos to them!</p>
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<p>And more Kudos go to the owners of this house, who are evidently <em><strong>serious</strong></em>
about using solar energy. From now on, I am going to refer to this as
the Solar Solar Revolution MAX (SSR MAX).</p>
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<p>Returning to the fox loft, I find a heavy minivan straining the <em>walk</em>way,
but at this point I don't much care for that. More importantly, I am
Dragon-bent on getting inside before the sky breaks loose.</p>
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<p>...which is a thing that happens literally 5 minutes after I'm inside.
A thunderstorm of extraordinary magnitude starts outside, complete with
lightning and thunder, and I am quite glad I'm not outside (again) when
it's raining cats and dogs like this.</p>
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<p>Oh, and speaking of cats, naturally Jamie and Toledo are happy to see
me too, and for once, they did manage to not damage anything while I was
away.</p>
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<p>And thus ends my ride to Fuchstal, and with it the second-to-last petal
(and the Broken Horse Petal is still, like, 50% open). So much for that,
and now a few words about...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Road Ahead</span></h3>
<p>So, after this my travels are going to "escalate" a little bit. My big
vacation this year is coming up, and I've got suitably big plans for it.
For one, I am going to Hamburg to attend the Eurofurence this year. And
for another... I'm going to keep that a secret for yet. Wanna find out
about it? Then make sure you're around for the next chapter of the
Travelling Fox Blog!</p>
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<p><a name="top"> </a><i><b>7-Jun-2023 - 11-Jun-2023</b></i></p>
<p><b>Table of Contents</b></p>
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<li><a href="#7_18_brannenburg">Brushing by Brannenburg</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_18_shoe_straining_stray">The Shoe-Straining Stray</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_18_thalhausl">Kids, Games & Bake'n'Roll</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_18_hollering_human_hike">The Hollering Human Hike</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_18_return">Parallel Paths</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_18_ahead">The Road Ahead</a></li>
</ul>
<p>A whole year has passed, and it is time for the Thalhäusl again. Wit
that, I realize that at least chronologically speaking, this book is
clearly the longest yet. As a matter of fact, I have already written about
my trips to the Thalhäusl twice (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2019/11/book-iii-chapter-8-project-petal-part-1.html">Book
III ~ Chapter 8 ~ Project Petal Part 1 ~ To The Thalhäusl</a> and <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2022/09/book-v-chapter-7-tangential-thalhausl.html">Book
V ~ Chapter 7 ~ Tangential Thalhäusl Trekking</a>), and both of those
times my approach to get there was a different one. Once I came by bike,
the second time I hiked from one of the four nearby train stations to the
Thalhäusl, and then from there to a second one. </p>
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<p>As you <em>might</em> have already guessed from that exposition, my goal
for this time around is to connect the other two stations by means of two
more hikes. With last year covering the closer two stations, that means
this year features the more ambitious two parts of my little "Thalhäusl
Cross" project. However, the beginning is very similar to last year and
has me...</p>
<p><br>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Brushing by Brannenburg<br>
</span></h3>
<p> <i><b>7-Jun-2023</b></i></p>
<p>Since my two cats - Jamie and Toledo - are once again staying at home, I
once again asked a friend of the family to take care of them. Naturally, I
do put a bit of effort into organizing the cat-sitting as best I can.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>By the time I depart, it's already well into the morning, and the day
looks clear, not a cloud in the sky. And while this <em>is</em> a welcome
change to the recent rainy rides (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2023/05/book-v-chapter-15-project-petal-part-9.html">Book
V ~ Chapter 15 ~ Project Petal Part 9 ~ Augsburg and Around</a> and <a
href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2023/06/book-v-chapter-16-project-petal-part-10.html">Book
V ~ Chapter 16 - Project Petal Part 10 ~ The Rainy Rosenheim Ride</a>),
it's not <em>quite</em> my favorite weather either. Personally, I
prefer an overcast sky, or at the very least a good amount of clouds
granting the occasional reprieve from Radian's resplendent rays.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>Since the embarkation point for my hike today is literally one stop
further than Raubling - where I started from last year - my ride there is
remarkably similar: First, I take the S2 to the Ostbahnhof...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>...and then - after waiting for a bit - I take the train headed for
Kufstein from there.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>The train passes the same stations as before, only this time, on account
of me having completed the Dragon Petal to Rosenheim, they hold a new
significance to me. I remember cycling through the centre of Grafing,
which as it turns out is still about 2km away from the train line, unlike
Ostermünchen, where I was looking for a Geocache on a parking lot right
next to the tracks. Rosenheim itself invokes some rainy memories, and with
it memories of the Ashley incident as well (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2023/04/book-v-chapter-14-broken-promise.html#7_14_ashley">Foxy
Falseness</a>). One stop after and I pass Raubling where I got off last
year, and another stop and I've reached my embarkation point for today,
the town of Brannenburg ("Well Castle").</p>
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<p><i><b>Ride Duration: </b>2.25h<br>
</i><i><b>Approximate Distance: </b>81km<br>
</i><i><b>Average Speed:</b> 36km/h</i></p>
<p>Along the way, I naturally take another video. Now, you may have noticed,
but I generally try to take these videos facing right. The main reason for
that is that since Germany - like most countries - features right-hand
driving (and by extension also rail traffic), this way I am facing away
from the contraflow of cars (and trains) and get a more unobstructed view.
However, since I've already covered this piece of track last year, this
time around I'm filming out one of the left windows, thus not only
capturing a different angle, but incidentally also the very landscape that
I cycled through during the Dragon Petal (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2023/06/book-v-chapter-16-project-petal-part-10.html#7_16_grafing">Grey
Grafing Grind</a>). Apart from that, the landscape itself is still the
same, with first flat farming fields, and then hills and forests on the
other side of THE BORDER, followed by the first mountains as we approach
the alps. Notably, I am also passing over the construction site of the
Rosenheim bypass road that I took note of on my ride to Rosenheim.</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-18-007_Munich_to_Brannenburg.mp4"
height="360" width="640"></video></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-18-007_Munich_to_Brannenburg.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>One thing that's different from last year is that people no longer need
to wear masks on the trains, and maybe as a result of that, there's a
couple of more people on board than last year too.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Anyway, at the end of the train ride stands the little rural station of
Brannenburg...<br>
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<p></p>
<p>...which should simultaneously serve as the set-out site for...<br>
</p>
<p> </p>
<p></p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Shoe-Straining Stray<br>
</span></h3>
<i><b>7-Jun-2023</b></i><br>
<i><b>Distance:</b> 15.5km</i><br>
<i><b>Ascents:</b> 610m</i><br>
<i><b>Duration:</b> 5.5h</i><br>
<b>2/4<span style="color: green;">🎁︎</span></b>
<p>My hiking route from Brannenburg generally takes me west, and a little
bit to the north. After leaving Brannenburg, I quickly make my way to the
feet of the first mountains, which I should subsequently follow. As such,
the vast majority of today's hike takes place within the cool shade of the
trees covering the mountain flanks, and I barely enter any towns and
villages along the entire way, but for reference, my route takes me south
past Großholzhausen ("Great Wood Housing") and Litzldorf ("Lace Village"),
and I even briefly brush the outskirts of Bad Feilnbach. Another reason
why I try to route as much of my stray through the forest is that June is
allergy season for me, and since I'm allergic to grasses and stuff, that
means hiking through fields makes me sneeze like crazy. So forests are my
preferred terrain in this month.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Of course, the flipside of that is that this hike has a height profile
which, while manageable, is still not exactly easy going. Starting at
472m, the terrain is mostly flat at fist. However, it is near Litzldorf
that I have to climb a hundred meters up the mountainside in order to
continue my way in the cool and pollen-free shade of the trees. And that
marks the beginning of a sequence of ups and downs, culminated by the
final descent into the valley containing the southern outskirts of Bad
Feilnbach, followed by the final ascent to the Thalhäusl, which at 735m is
also the highest point of today's hike.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>Setting out from the station of Brannenburg, I can already see the
forest-covered mountaintops of the closest mountains peeking past the
rooftops of the town.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>Though I am still in the heart of the town, my route quickly leads me
into the green as I follow a little park at the edge of a stream.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>My first destination - and one that has me go a little bit out of my way
in fact - is the Biberhöhe ("Beaver Height"), a little rise in the middle
of town which features an unusual natural stone formation. The promise of
a Geocache drew me to this place, and while I should not find the cache, I
am still glad it led me here to witness this little hidden curiosity.</p>
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<p>After that, it doesn't take me long to leave Brannenburg behind and make
my way across the first fields, heading towards the Sulzberg ("Aspic
Mountain"), which should eventually be the first in the chain of mountains
along the flanks of which I should proceed.</p>
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<p>Meanwhile, my starting point is actually already quite a bit up the
foothills, and so looking out towards the east, I can see all the way
across the river Inn, where the prominent Schloss Neubeuern ("Castle New
Farmers") promptly catches my eye.</p>
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<p>Passing by some houses near the outskirts, I also come by some very
elaborate bird houses, the most impressive of which actually mirror the
human house near which they are standing to a good degree.</p>
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<p>After that, it's Ponyzeit ("Pony Time")...</p>
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<p>...which is almost immediately followed by cattle time. These ones are
notably different from the cattle you usually see in these parts, which
becomes apparent by their unusual almost goat-like horn shape. I wonder
what breed those are.</p>
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<p>Following these animalistic encounters, I proceed towards the Sulzberg by
means of quiet side roads...</p>
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<p>...which soon turn into proper rural gravel roads as I reach the base of
the Sulzberg, where the blissfully pollen-free forests begin.</p>
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<p>That's the plus side. The minus side is that the shady forest paths on
the north side of the mountain are partially pretty muddy, which <em>does</em>
come as a little bit of a surprise since the last rainfall in Munich has
already been over two weeks ago. But apparently it did rain quite a bit up
here, although this is barely 50km south of Munich.</p>
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<p>Which <em>is</em> a bit of a problem, but not because of the mud.
Rather, sunlight after rain - such as is apparently the case here today -
really boost pollen production in plants, which makes open fields
extra-toxic for me today. Which is why I'm glad to be in the middle of the
forest now, even if the path sometimes ends up looking like this.</p>
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<p>Along the way, I come across a hidden old wooden trailer-shack which
happens to be the hiding place for a Geocache...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>...and then I face the first proper climb of today south of
Großholzhausen, though that one should only be a mild foretaste of what is
yet to come.</p>
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<p>At the top of the first slope, I find myself at the edge of the forest,
walking in the shade with a well-grazed and thus pollen-free field to my
right...</p>
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<p>...a situation that only gets better as I come across a very conveniently
placed bench in the shade overlooking that field. Now, the last time
around I was daring/foolish enough not to bring any lunch on my stray to
the Thalhäusl and arrived positively famished. This time around I was
smarter and brought lunch in the form of a sandwich and Müsli bars, and
since the time is approaching noon and I don't know if I'll find another
so very convenient place along my hike, I figure this is a good enough
time and place to sit down and ingest it. After all, even though it feels
like not much happened yet on this hike, I have already covered almost
half the distance to the Thalhäusl by now. However, I am well aware that
it is the second half that has all the ascents, so the hardest part still
lies ahead of me.</p>
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<p>But for now, here I am seated at this nice and shady spot, enjoying my
lunch while taking in the nearby panorama. As a matter of fact, from my
vantage point up here I can see all the way across the not visible Inn and
over to the valleys on the other side, such as the valley of Rossholzen
("Steed Wooding") and its St. Bartholomäus Kirche ("St. Bartholomew
Church"). that would make the mountain behind it the 1136m tall
Schwarzenberg, which is not to be confused with the 1187m tall
Schwarzenberg on this side of the Inn near the Thalhäusl, which I climbed
as part of last year's return hike. They should really add more color to
their mountains here.</p>
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<p>Moving on after lunch, I quickly come to realize that the easy part of
today's hike is now officially over. For one, the forest road starts
becoming increasingly rocky, to the point where I seriously wonder what
kind of vehicle you would need to use it...</p>
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<p>...and then, the gradient passes the "basically okay" point, goes past "a
little steep" and finally reaches "are you serious?". This is the harshest
climb I have to face today, featuring an average gradient of over 20% as I
climb 125m of altitude over the course of only 600m of distance. The
extreme gradient becomes most apparent at the switchback curves that
define this segment.</p>
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<p>Fortunately, the forest is kind enough to provide me with a 100% organic
hiking stick, which I should stick to all the way until the Thalhäusl. It
should serve me well in some challenges yet to come.</p>
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<p>Challenge N°1: At the very top of this harrowing climb, I come across a
seriously inappropriately placed barbed wire fence built squat across the
road that I need to take, and the only other road takes me yet another 70m
further up the mountain, with no guarantee that there won't be another
fence up there too.</p>
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<p>Fatigued from the ascent as I am, I could not care less about this fence,
and so I decisively find a convenient way to climb across it nearby, and
make my way down my intended path. This eventually results in me crossing
a pasture populated by a bunch of bovines who take little offense at my
trespassing. On the lower end of the pasture, I can easily leave since
that side does not feature any obstructions beyond a quite traverseable
cattle grill.</p>
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<p>From this point onwards, I should follow a more official hiking route,
namely the Leiblweg ("Body Path"), which is actually named after 19th
century realist painter Wilhelm Leibl, who lived in the nearby Bad Aibling
for some time. This is also the beginning of a segment that should take me
over many little mountain streams, such as the Litzldorfer Bach ("Lace
Village Stream") right here.</p>
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<p>Most of those little streams have bridges across them, and those that do
not are small enough to comfortably step across, to the point where the
path just leads squat across them.</p>
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<p>After spending a couple of hours in the woods and away from civilization,
I now brush by the southernmost outskirts of Litzldorf...</p>
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<p>...which briefly puts me in an open area from which I can see the
Sterntaler Filze that my hike took me past last year.</p>
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<p>Thankfully, that open segment does not last too long, because already I
am starting to sneeze again. Thus, I welcome it when the trail leads me
back into the forest, even though that means climbing another incline by
means of a rocky road.</p>
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<p>As a little side curiosity, I come across a somewhat elaborate memorial
marking the spot where in 1919 - and thus over a century ago - a tree took
vengeance upon a lumberjack by the name of Johann Mayer.</p>
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<p>From here o n out, the path becomes somewhat more enjoyable. More or less
leveling out, and turning from a rocky road into more of a forest trail,
it has a somewhat magical feel to it as it hugs to mountainside.</p>
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<p>However, even as I walk this magical trail, another problem emerges:
Ironically, it would seem that the rocky trail thus far was not good for
my hiking boots, the sole of which is starting to come off on both shoes.
That is actually kinda disappointing since I figure that this is exactly
the kind of terrain for which I bought these shoes, and I barely wear them
except on hikes like this. Old though they may be, the number of days on
which I've actually worn and used them does probably not exceed 30, as
opposed to my regular, less expensive normal shoes that routinely last for
hundreds of days (including Geocaching in rough terrain) before breaking
down.</p>
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<p>At this point, I am still roughly 6km away from the Thalhäusl, and with
no way to repair my boots along the way, I have little choice but to
continue along this magic trail, hoping that my boots will last at least
until then.</p>
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<p>And continue on I do, making my way through the forest and past an
enchanting little turnstile...</p>
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<p>...which in turn takes me to a pasture on which a little enchanted prince
sits squat in my way. However, since I am only looking for a vixen and not
a prince, I leave it be and continue on my way.</p>
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<p>Beyond that, the path grows progressively more adventurous. Fortunately,
this kind of terrain is nothing that a fleet-footed fox such as myself
can't handle.</p>
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<p>However, turns out it <em>is</em> something that my already damaged
boots can't handle, which with a final flop capitulate and choose to leave
their earthly soles behind for good.</p>
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<p>It is now 14:30 and I am yet a little over 5km away from the Thalhäusl...
and that without boots that are in walking order. <em>Fortunately</em> I
did not intend to wear those heavy boots the entire time while on the
Thalhäusl, and thus have packed my very compact Vibram Toe Shoes.</p>
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<p>As you can probably imagine, those are spectacularly unsuitable for a
hike across rough terrain like this, but they are all that I have left at
this point. At least it's preferable to walking barefoot on this rocky
ground, though I loathe to think about how much of this rugged ground
these rather light shoes will be able to bear. I hope it's enough to get
me to the Thalhäusl at least. As for my now broken boots, I could just
leave them by the side of the path... but that would be valicious. So I
somehow manage to stuff them into my already full backpack and carry them
on my back for the remainder of today's hike.</p>
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<p>Thus, I continue along this magical path, now with 85% less foot armor,
the lack of which I quickly notice as I learn just how many little bumps
the heavier shoes simply absorbed to the point of me not even noticing
them. With these ultra-light shoes meanwhile, I have to be far more
careful where I step, and every little bump is a lot more painful.</p>
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<p>The path meanwhile is as beautiful as ever, proceeding to take me along
the very top of a forested ridge, with the mountain falling away on either
side.</p>
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<p>Eventually, I reach the Malerwinkel ("Painter's Corner"), which
ostensibly is also a reference to Wilhelm Leibl. From what I gather, this
is the point from where he painted a painting of the nearby Jenbachfälle
("That Stream Falls"). However, by today the trees have grown to the point
where you can't see the falls from here anymore. Instead, there's some
interesting little stones to be found around.</p>
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<p>From there, a crude stairwell leads down into the valley...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>...where I then find myself at the shore of the aforementioned Jenbach
("That Stream"), which actually turns out to be the most substantial body
of water that I've come across today.</p>
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<p>It is here that I briefly pass through the southernmost outskirts of Bad
Feilnbach, which actually feature very sophisticated sidewalks,
considering that there's less than a dozen houses south of here.</p>
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<p>Before long, however, I am back on a sidewalk-less road, beginning the
final big ascent for this day. The main problem this time around, however,
is that this is the first uphill segment outside of the woods, which means
that in addition to sneezing, I also have to deal with the heat, and
although today is not <em>particularly</em> hot, being in the direct sun
only a few hours after noon in June when Radian is at its strongest makes
the climb quite challenging. Naturally, I applied a good amount of
sunscreen, but even so, I try my best to stay in what little shade the
road has to offer.</p>
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<p>Eventually, I leave the road behind in favor of a field path, which
regrettably is still sorta sunny and pollen-polluted...</p>
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<p>...but fortunately, that path soon leads me to a shady forest trench,
allowing me to leave both of those hazards behind.</p>
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<p>Only for a while, though, for the next segment takes me across the aptly
named Armen Seelenweg ("Poor Souls Path"), which is also the undisputed
winner of today's Field Path of the Day. On the plus side, it's now only
1.1km to the Thalhäusl!</p>
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<p>Now this is a challenge where aforementioned walking stick really
comes in handy! With my boots broken and me walking with my toe shoes, my
ankles are critically unprotected, and this path is littered with plenty
of plants seeking to take advantage of that. Using my walking stick, I do
my best to bend them out of my way, but even so, I should still arrive at
the Thalhäusl with a good number of rashes on my ankles.</p>
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<p>By the time I leave this pollen-heavy meadow behind, I am almost sneezing
my tails off, but eventually, I make it back into the forest, where the
Armen Seelenweg continues for a little bit...</p>
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<p>...before eventually merging into the road running by the Thalhäusl.</p>
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<p>From there, the final push includes a climb of another 50m or so, but
after everything else that I've been through today already I take that in
stride, and finally arrive at the Thalhäusl around 16:15.</p>
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<p>There, my first order of business is to take a good look at my ruined
boots, and after a brief moment of consideration I decide that this is
where I am going to put them to rest. Meanwhile, my toe shoes, albeit a
little bit uncomfortable to hike in, have been holding up remarkably well,
and so I am reasonably confident that they will also see me all the way
back home.</p>
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<p>So much for the way here. After that little ordeal, I think I've now
deserved a number of enjoyable days that should be all about...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Kids, Games & Bake'n'Roll</span></h3>
<p> <i><b>7-Jun-2023</b></i></p>
<p>Upon arriving, I only spend a little bit of time putting away my stuff
and making my bed in the shared room that I'll be staying in...</p>
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<p>...before making my way down to the hall with all the games.</p>
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<p>It doesn't take long before I am gleefully greeted by Ferdi and Maxi, the
two energetic boys who already were after my tails last year. They're
quite happy to see me, and their giddy exuberance fills my heart with joy.
Incidentally, the game being played there is called Orihalcum, and is
about building ancient Greek cities and temples for the titans.</p>
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<p>Since I've arrived relatively late in the day, that one game (and some
romping around with the boys) is all it takes to cover the time until
dinner that day. Consisting of pasta with tomato sauce and cheese, said
dinner is nothing extraordinary, yet after today's hike extremely
satisfying. And there's even a little salad side dish.</p>
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<p>Following my Flirial nature, I subsequently spend some time in the
kitchen, cleaning up the dishes...</p>
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<p>...before returning back to the game room, where Ferdi quickly ropes me
into playing the game "Challengers!" with me. This turns out to be a
remake of the old card game "War", with some added deck building elements
and special effects. But the basic mechanism remains the same: All you
really do during a game is flip over the top card of your deck and then
follow through what the rules tell you to do. How such a lowbrow game came
to be not only nominated for but also win the awards of Kennerspiel des
Jahres ("Connoisseur's Game of the year") this year is simply beyond me
(though I reckon it involves buttloads of cash). </p>
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<p>This is - in fact - just a part of a great mourning refrain in the board
game geek scene, starting with how the original Spiel des Jahres ("Game of
the Year") award degraded from awarding highbrow games to lowbrow games,
until the Kennerspiel des Jahres award was introduced to have an award for
more challenging games again, and now the same thing is happening to this
again. </p>
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<p>But anyway, that's it for today. We play a few games of "Challengers!"
(which despite my rant is not a bad game, only utterly undeserving of that
particular award that belongs to games that have a certain measure of
depth and complexity, which this game clearly lacks), and after that it's
time for Ferdi to go to bed - a decree that he finds himself much more
willing to accept when I state that I'll go to bed at this time as well.
And thus ends this first evening at the Thalhäusl. </p>
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<p> </p>
<p> <i><b>8-Jun-2023</b></i></p>
<p>My first full day here at the Thalhäusl this year begins with a wholesome
breakfast consisting of tea, orange juice, as well as a Vollkornsemmel
("Whole Grain Bread Roll") with honey and cream cheese spread. And for the
record, the couple who organizes this event actually brings a whole
cardboard box of freshly baked goods up here from a baker in the valley
every single day. Kudos to them!</p>
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<p>Their dog, the dalmatian Dina is also around this time again. Being an
old girl by now, she mostly likes to be left alone, but at other times she
also pokes her head here and there.</p>
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<p>Since I'm one of the first people to be awake, I spend some time cleaning
up in the kitchen again - a task at which I am soon joined by Ferdi, who
is eager to play a game with me, and thus enthusiastic to help out so I
can finish faster and start playing sooner.</p>
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<p>The first game on today's play list is Der Fuchs im Wald ("The Fox in the
Forest"), a relatively simple trick-taking game that I mostly wanted to
try out because of its name. The one special thing about it is that
the game actually punishes you for taking too many tricks, so if it looks
like you're losing one round you can try to turn it around by feeding your
opponents enough tricks to trigger that.</p>
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<p>Afterwards, we play a few more round of Challengers together, for one to
try out different combinations, and also because Ferdi likes it and I got
to pick the first game.</p>
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<p>Next up is Coatl, a colorful game about assembling the eponymous
feathered snakes of Aztec mythology. This one is not too bad as it rewards
planning ahead, but also never puts you in a situation where you've
painted yourself into a corner.</p>
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<p>By then, it's already in the middle of the day and the game hall is full
of people playing this and that, so between games I take a look around to
see if there's any games that I'd like to play myself in these next few
days.</p>
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<p>Lunch isn't really a big thing here in the Thalhäusl, so to charge up in
the middle of the day I simply grab some cake and half a Pretzel.</p>
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<p>After lunch, we proceed to the first proper fail of this year. A game by
the name of Arcadia Quest that looks promising at first, but turns out to
be a horribly luck-based drag. In one instance, I ended up trying the
exact same thing at least 4 rounds in a row before having any kind of
success, which made it extremely boring for me since I had to wait forever
while the others decided on their moves while I was pretty much just
waiting for the dice to give me a more favorable result. So, unlike
Challengers which was nothing special but still enjoyable, Arcadia was a
thoroughly unfulfilling experience for me.</p>
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<p>My Lil' Everdell turned out to be the complete opposite. Whereas Arcadia
Quest was restrictive and frustrating, My Lil' Everdell was very generous
and forgiving. As the name suggests, this is pretty much a lite version of
the more complex game Everdell, and thus a perfect game for getting less
game-savory people hooked on worker placement games. But just because you
can't really do anything wrong doesn't make the game boring. Rather, under
these circumstances victory goes to the one who can use the abundant
resources to make the most victory points.</p>
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<p>Next up is Cafe del Gatto, an unusual game about brewing coffee. This is
one of those games that's really hard to put in a category. Basically, you
try to acquire coffee and cream bricks in order to complete a number of
coffee drinks and try to make as many points as possible with that while
also ensuring you have enough money to buy ingredients. It is a game that
is somehow both simple and complex. Or rather, the moves you can make are
simple and limited, but there's still a lot of tactical depth in how
exactly you make those moves. And while I don't think I'd personally play
it a lot, I can definitely recommend trying it once, because the playing
experience is quite unique.</p>
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<p>Later that day, we have a BBQ for dinner. Now, I'm not <em>too</em> big
a fan of those, but I know that vegetarians are even worse-off than me, so
I offered to make a vegetarian side dish for them to enjoy. That would be
my latest creation: Kitsune Pan (狐パン "Fox Bread"). Inspired by both Pão de
Queijo (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2019/07/book-iii-chapter-2-brasilian-bolero.html">Book
III ~ Chapter 2 ~ Brasilian Bolero</a>) and my legendary <a href="http://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2017/02/tri-tail-pizza-recipe.html">tri-Tail
Pizza</a>, I have whipped up this unique recipe for what is in essence a
serving of cheese bread rolls with a selection of assorted spices and
seeds. Naturally it goes without saying that Ferdi is there to help me
prepare those.</p>
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<p>Having only tried out the recipe once in my oven at home, I am actually
worried about how they'll turn out here in the industrial-grade oven. But
my fears are alleviated as they end up being a bit crunchy on the outside,
but soft and fluffy on the inside, just as intended. Most importantly,
however, everyone ends up enjoying them, and that's what counts.</p>
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<p>Also, they turn out to be a really nice side dish for the BBQ, since they
perfectly supplement the meat, and also can be used to dip up leftover
sauce on the plate. Actually, I have to stop myself from eating too many
of them myself, what with me having baked them primarily for the others
and all. </p>
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<p>The last game I play on that day is Go Go Gelato. This one is a game that
is similarly about logic and skill, and definitely a good children's game.
Basically, you have four colored cups and three colored balls, flip over a
card showing a target configuration, and then have to move the balls and
cups around to achieve that configuration as quickly as possible. The
thing making it tricky is that you can't touch the balls, only the cups.
Also, the target configurations can be quite unusual at times, involving
cups balanced on balls with other cups on top and such.</p>
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<p>And that's it for this second day. I played a lot short games today, and
all of them together with Ferdi, making this officially Ferdi-day I
suppose. Spending all this time with the energetic boy really makes me
wish I could finally have kids of my own, but as you may remember, this
year has not been kind to me in that regard (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2023/04/book-v-chapter-14-broken-promise.html">Book
V ~ Chapter 14 ~ Broken Promises</a>). But let's not dwell on that for
now, but rather continue with the next day here at the Thalhäusl.</p>
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<p> <i><b>9-Jun-2023</b></i></p>
<p>The next day begins with my usual combination of orange juice, tea, bread
and helping out in the kitchen.</p>
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<p>Following that, I spend the time during which I am one of the few people
already awake by picking a number of games that I would like to play while
here, and then look around for people who would be interested to play one
of those as well. As a matter of fact, I should yet end up finding people
to play just over half of those games with over the course of my stay.</p>
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<p>Endless Winter is the first of those, and also one of the games that
caught my eye yesterday. It turns out to be a long worker placement game
that takes up all morning, but it is definitely interesting enough to
justify the time spent, even if waiting for the others to plan and make
their moves can be a bit tedious. Even so, since this game also features a
bunch of interesting-sounding expansions, this is something that I can
picture myself playing a few more times.</p>
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<p>And with that one big game, it's already time for lunch. Today, I grab a
scoop of leftover Nudelsalat ("Pasta Salad"), from the BBQ, along with
literally the last surviving Kitsune Pan. At this point, though, I feel I
have to comment on how the Nudelsalat containing ham actually kinda makes
it miss the point of it being a vegetarian alternative to the BBQ.</p>
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<p>After lunch, it is time for some shorter game, such as Flamecraft, which
wins the award for Cutest Game Ever! In this adorable game you spread
little crafting dragons all over a town to help people out, earning points
as you do. Much like My Lil' Everdell, this is a resource surplus game
where you have too many resources rather than too few, and the trick is
making the most profitable moves. It is very beginner-friendly, and thus
another great game to get people hooked. And finally, there's a lot of
love in the detail of the game. In fact, they put so much love into the
game that I completely forgot to take a picture of it, so here's one from
the internet.</p>
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<p>Another very recommendable game that I was so enamored with that I forgot
to take a picture of it is Planet Unknown. Put very plainly, this is
planetary Tetris where you try to fill a planet with landscape tiles
according to certain criteria. In the basic version, all players get the
same planet and play a default faction, while the advanced version
includes giving the players different factions with different rules, as
well as different planets. Very, very, different planets, in fact,
including, but not limited to "My planet is electric", "What? <em>One </em>planet?
I have <em>three</em>!", "My planet has a hole", "My planet has many
holes" and "My planet <em>is</em> a hole!". Most importantly, however -
and that is a very strong point - is that unlike most other games where
players take turns one after another, in this game the players take turns
simultaneously, thus massively reducing downtime.</p>
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<p>Dinner that day is pizza, and it's good. However, pizza here always makes
me remember how Φ badmouthed my legendary tri-Tail pizza when I once made
it here back in 2019. That still stings even four years later.</p>
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<p>For the rest of the night, I should play some more simple games with
Ferdi and Maxi, starting with Taco Katze Ziege Käse Pizza ("Taco Cat Goat
Cheese Pizza"), which is a reaction contact card game. The rules are very
simple: Every player has a stack of cards that each contain one of those
five words (or a special word), and players take turns saying the next
word in that five-word order while flipping over the topmost card of their
deck and putting it onto the pile in the middle. And if that card contains
the same word they just said, then everybody has to slam down on the pile,
with the last player to do so having to add the entire pile to their deck.
Mistakes are punished with the offender having to take the entire pile
too, and the first player who correctly slams down on the pile without any
cards remaining in their deck wins. Simple.</p>
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<p>Next up is the Bang card game, which is one of those games that is really
more fun with more players. When played with at least four players, the
players get secret roles of sheriff, deputy sheriff, bandits and outlaws,
each with conflicting goals of who needs to kill whom and only the sheriff
being known to everyone, making it a tactical game not unlike Werewolves.
However, with only three players, the game is played with open roles and
every player needs to kill one specific character, which makes the game
lose a lot of its depth.</p>
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<p>A game that seems shallow on the outside but actually rewards quick
analytical thinking is Sbam! Themed around wrestling, this game has
players draw and play cards as quickly as they can. The tricky part is
that the cards have to be cleverly placed around the wrestling rings in
order to score, so you have to balance the benefits of thinking longer
about where to put each card with drawing more cards. This is all the more
true since carelessly placed cards may actually end up <em>lowering</em>
your score in one ring.</p>
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<p>Qwinto - the final game for today - is a lot more relaxed by comparison.
It is also nothing special, featuring throwing dice and then deciding
where to fill in the result on a sheet, like quite a bunch of other games
with similar mechanics. On the upside, like many other such games, this
one, too, has little downtime since all players may choose to add useful
results to their sheet even if others rolled them.</p>
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<p>And that's it for the second full day here this year. Today featured
fewer games than yesterday, but it also featured two games which are
definitely going to end up on my wishlist (Flamecraft and Planet Unknown).
And now, without further ado, let us see what the last day here has in
store.</p>
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<p> </p>
<i><b>10-Jun-2023</b></i><br>
<p> </p>
<p>This third day naturally begins with breakfast again. This time, however,
this is augmented by pancakes made with love by one of the other
attendees. However, for some reason that is probably related to brains, I
end up putting strawberry yogurt on mine instead of strawberry jam, which
turns out to be a somewhat inauspicious combination.</p>
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<p>And then, something unprecedented and special happens: As I walk down to
the game hall - once again the first person to do so this morning - I find
that one of the doors had been left open just a crack, and going in I
startle I tiny Kohlmeise (lit. "Kale Tit" = "Great Tit") that had
apparently made its way inside during the night. I try to shoo it out,
opening the sliding doors wide, but the poor little birdie panics and
slams inside the window pane, then retreats into a corner where it sits
around dazed, possibly even hurt.</p>
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<p>It goes without saying that I want to help the little guy, so I very
carefully move stuff out of the way so I can reach it, and then I sing it
a song to calm it down. When the bird still sits on the floor after I
finish the song, I extend my hands towards it, very slowly and carefully,
first one, then the other. At this point, the little guy does not even
resist anymore, and with a few light pushes I manage to encourage it to
take a hold of my fingers with its little talons. Then, walking slowly, I
carry it outside. At this point I am still unsure about whether the little
guy is hurt, so I gently make my way up to the main house, but just a
little bit before I reach the door, I sense it getting agitated. In
response, I tell it that it can fly away now, and a few moments later -
almost as if in response - the bird takes off and flies up to a nearby
branch. And though I am a bit sad to see it go, I am simultaneously glad
that it is also unhurt. This should be one of those special experiences
that I am going to carry in my heart forever.</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-18-099_Bird_Escort.mp4"
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<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-18-099_Bird_Escort.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>The next game is another one from my to-play list: A village-building
game by the name of Hamlet, which is most notable for its highly
asymmetric board game tiles, all being more or less irregular cuts from a
trigonal grid. With tiles like that, gaps in the emerging game field are
the rule, and make for some unusual puzzling. The game is also a bit
unusual in that resources produced by one player can be consumed by a
different player, with the producing player receiving a reward for it, so
it is entirely possible to spend several turns just producing resources
that other people end up consuming to build buildings and still end up in
a favorable position.</p>
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<p>Lunch that day - by the way - consists of leftover pizza from last night.</p>
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<p>After lunch, I next play Life is Life with Ferdi and Maxi, a simple card
game about swapping out cards from your hand with an open display in the
middle in order to gather a majority of same-valued cards. The
cutesy-styled theme of shipwrecked animals that are trying not to drown
feels kinda put-on.</p>
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<p>Next up is the cooperative Back to the Future game. Now, normally I am a
fan of cooperative games, but this one doesn't really appeal to me. Okay,
so we lost against the game. That's okay, especially for our first
attempt. But since the game doesn't feature different scenarios, and
different playthroughs are only differentiated through random events and
such, I don't think it really offers all that much replay value.</p>
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<p>But now for today's main event, which is actually not a game, but the
lasagna. Specifically, it is me working together with three other
attendees to make a tasty lasagna dinner for everyone, much like last
time.</p>
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<p>Now, annoyingly I forgot to bring my master plan, so I sort of have to
wing it. But on the upside, my three helpers are the same ones as last
year, and though it's already a year in the past, we all still sort of
know what we're doing. Even so, I end up doing most of the orchestrating,
running around and fetching ingredients, while the other three are in
charge of cutting ingredients and preparing the sauces.</p>
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<p>The only time when I really actively get to do anything other than
measuring ingredients into the correct doses is at the very end when
things calm down a little and we get to prepare four big trays full of
lasagna - two meaty, and two vegetarian. One definite improvement from
last year is that I requisitioned extra ingredients for the sauces,
because that was the limiting factor last year. So this year, we end up
with roughly 50% more lasagna.</p>
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<p>Those four (huge) trays actually turn out to be the effective capacity of
the oven. Any more than that, and we'd have to make two runs of lasagna,
and with each run taking 30 minutes to bake, that would be kinda
unfeasible. Also, the pots that we were preparing to make the sauces were
pretty much running at capacity too, despite us using the biggest pots in
the whole kitchen.</p>
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<p>I suppose it speaks in favor of the lasagna that even with those 50%
extra the huge trays are wiped clean in no time flat. And me, I can
personally attest to both kinds being equally delicious.</p>
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<p>Everyone else really relishes the lasagna that we made too, and so I
resolve to not forget the master plan next year, when I'll make lasagna
for everyone again, possibly even with my three trusty teammates.</p>
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<p>We play some more games afterwards. The first one is the second flop of
this year, as well as the fourth and last game on my to-play-list that I
should be able to cover. Looking at first like a neat little dungeon
crawler, Lord of Bones turns out to be not that good of a game. The main
problem is that the game does not really reward the player for what <em>should</em>
be the main aspect of the game, namely exploring the dungeon. Rather, the
winning strategy is to find the nearest crypt and repetitively run into it
each turn, which is boring but <em>way</em> more effective than actually
exploring the dungeon. One player even drops out along the game, while the
rest of us finish it, laughing and crying at how broken this game is.</p>
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<p>The last game tonight - and thus the finisher for this year - is Kuzooka.
And while that definitely won't become one of my favorites, it definitely
is an interesting game with a mechanic that actually works. The theme is
animals escaping from a zoo, and the mechanic is that every player holds a
number of cards and the players have to work together to come up with a
daring escape plan. The tricky part is that since the players each
represent a different animal, they can't talk with one another, and their
primary means of communicating is the plans they propose, along with the
special ability of each animal.</p>
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And that's it for today, and with that already this year of the Thalhäusl.
Tomorrow, I should return back home, complete the Thalhäusl Cross by hiking
all the way to Bad Aibling, and along the way experience something rather
unpleasant which should forever burn that hike into my mind as...<br>
<p><br>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Hollering Human Hike<br>
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<p> <i><b>11-Jun-2023</b></i></p>
<p>The next morning I have my usual breakfast, and then I'm on my way
already. This early in the morning, not many people are up to see me off,
but little Ferdi is among them.</p>
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<p>This stray should be the make-or-break test for my toe shoes, which I
hope will serve me well for the duration of this entire hike. If not, I'll
have to wing it, and this hike is going to be a long one.</p>
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<p><i><b>Distance:</b> 19.0km</i><br>
<i><b>Ascents:</b> 200m</i><br>
<i><b>Duration:</b> 6h</i><br>
<b>4/6<span style="color: green;">🎁︎</span></b> </p>
<p>My route today should take me almost exactly north to Bad Aibling, which
is about 11km away as the Dragon soars, and 13km by the shortest walkable
route. But naturally, I do not take that path, instead opting for a more
scenic route around the landscape. My first goal is to climb the Hocheck,
which is the counterpart of the Schwarzenberg that I climbed last year,
with the Thalhäusl being located in the valley between those two peaks.
From there, I head north first to Au ("Ow") and then Dettendorf ("Also
Village"). After that, I cross the fields north to Willing ("Wantig"),
which is also where I cross my rainy return route from the Dragon Petal
(see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2023/06/book-v-chapter-16-project-petal-part-10.html#7_16_mangfall">Mangy
Mangfall Malaise</a>). And after that, I arrive at Bad Aibling.</p>
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<p>The height profile for this hike is oddly flute-shaped: After an initial
short dip into the stream valley near the Thalhäusl, my way goes up all
the way to the Hocheck, and then nonstop down for 400m to the greater
Mangfall and Inn valley floor. After that, there's almost no inclines
whatsoever, and so I encounter all the towns and villages of today's stray
at roughly the same level of elevation.</p>
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<p>As I just mentioned, the first thing I do on this stray is cross the
Osterbach, the little river running by the Thalhäusl, the presence of
which fills the nights with the pleasant sounds of running waters and the
less pleasant buzz of biting mosquitoes.</p>
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<p>The ascent up the flank of the Hocheck begins immediately on the other
side of that little river, and a steep way it is. As a matter of fact,
this is the very same path that I came down the other way when hiking to
the Thalhäusl from Raubling last year.</p>
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<p>From back then, you may or may not remember that this little path to the
Thalhäusl branched off from a larger, more truck-worthy road, which I soon
reach. Back then, I came from the east, and now I continue towards the
west, further up the mountain. And this part of the way is actually where
I face the steepest ascents, with gradients of well over 10%.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Oh, and did I say something about truck-worthy? Well, scratch that, for
here's a part where a section of the slope clearly thought it would be
fashionable to drop by its friends in the valley once in a while. The
resulting landslide left quite a swathe in the forest. Luckily, there's a
walkable path around the gaping hole.</p>
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<p>Last year, I arrived at the Thalhäusl with a hiking stick, which I
naturally forgot to take with me when I left. This time around, I was sure
that I would remember, but naturally didn't. Fortunately, the forest
provides once more, and thus I soon find myself wielding the third locally
sourced hiking stick, which again should prove to be quite useful along
the way.</p>
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<p>Eventually, I emerge from the valley's woods, which is where I am first
fully exposed to the sky, which today looks just a little bit threatening.
However, according to my weather forecast, it should hold up, and
potentially even get sunny later on.</p>
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<p>This short stretch is pretty much the only flat bit on the ascent up to
the Hocheck, and there's even a little low crest that I can use to take a
panorama shot of my surroundings. Annoyingly, the low clouds hide the peak
of the Schwarzenberg from sight, but the crest of the roughly 300m lower
Hocheck on the opposing side is still clearly visible.</p>
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<p>There's a number of farmyards on this flat saddle, and as a result,
there's also some paved roads around here leading to and fro.</p>
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<p>That paved path should not last long, however, and soon enough I am
walking good old dirt paths again as I follow the Fussweg nach Hocheck
("Fottpath to High Corner"). Also, pollen season did not magically end
these last three days, and although the sun is not out (yet), that means
I'm starting to sneeze again right about now, walking through blooming
grasslands like this. </p>
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<p>Fortunately, the path eventually leads back into a forest, thus
alleviating this particular pain a bit.</p>
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<p>Less fortuitous, however, is when the path leads through a patch of
stinging nettles, and as you may remember, my light toe shoes leave my
ankles painfully unprotected. Fortunately, I am able to use my trusty
hiking stack to make my way through reasonably unharmed.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Following that patch, I note that the incline gradually tapers off as I
approach the crest of the Hocheck.</p>
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<p>Unfortunately, the crest of the Hocheck - located at an altitude of 903m
- turns out to be a bit anticlimactic as trees almost completely cover it.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>There's only a little gap in the trees where I can get a limited-angle
panorama of the terrain to the northwest, which is further dampened by the
gloomy sky and resulting low visibility. I bet in clear weather the view
from up here would be kinda neat.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Not even one hour into my stray, and I have mastered all the ascents that
today will feature. From here, it's downhill all the way, under a sky that
seems as of yet quite threatening.</p>
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<p>Only a short ways down the mountainside, I come across the fabled tree at
the Schnitzenbaumer ("Carve Tree-er"). Legend has it that once many
pilgrims walked up the way, and some of them, growing weary from the
climb, would help themselves to turnips from the nearby fields. One day,
how ever, the farmer of Schnitzenbaum, in his fury, hanged a pilgrim who
had stolen three turnips on the eponymous tree, and was in turn condemned
to atone for his overreaction by erecting a chapel near the tree.
Fascinating though that legend might be, it is not actually true. Rather,
the chapel is dedicated to the Scottish wandering monk Koloman, patron
saint of cattle, those willing to marry, courtyards, and those sentenced
to death by hanging. An interesting combination.</p>
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<p>The road running down from the Hocheck to this fabled tree is actually
something of a local main road, to the point where as much as one another
person and one car passes me by. However, before long I turn off that
"busy" road and onto a more quiet gravel road weaving between field and
forest...</p>
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<p>...which thankfully quickly turns into an all-forest road, meaning no
more pollen for quite a while.</p>
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<p>Eventually, I emerge from the forest near a humble little chapel located
in a very prominent position at the flank of the mountain. As far as I
know, this one is known as the Rastkapelle ("Resting Chapel"), which is a
pretty fitting name considering that this chapel is not only located at
the top end of a way of the cross ascending a considerable 160m...</p>
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<p>...but there's also a bench here overlooking a wonderful panorama of the
Mangfall valley. And by now, the clouds are even starting to break up,
making the view all the more breathtaking.</p>
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<p>This should be the last panoramic view of the day, as what follows is the
steepest part of my descent, with downhill inclines exceeding 16%. First
off, I head down along the way of the cross, passing all of its 14
stations as I follow the field path down into the valley.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Eventually, that path leads me straight across a meadow, which thankfully
has been either grazed or mown down to near nothing, so the influx of
pollen is blissfully low.</p>
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<p>Afterwards, the path leads into the forest again, where it descends what
little remains of the mountain zigs and zags...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>...and the last hurrah is another narrow path where I get pinched between
thorny plants on one side and an electric fence on the other. Fortunately,
my trusty hiking stick helps me negotiate this final hurdle on my way down
into the valley.</p>
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<p>When I finally emerge from that path, I can see that I have reached the
outskirts of civilization again: A small hamlet by the name of
Brettschleipfen ("Board Grinding"), this little hamlet is located only a
short ways south of Au.</p>
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<p>Confident that I will no longer need it from here on out, I pass on my
hiking stick to whoever might make use of it, leaning it against a nearby
bench at the very bottom of the slope. Odds are humans are just gonna
throw it away, but who knows? Maybe someone will make some use of it yet.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>Though the steepest part of the descent is behind me now, I am still
roughly a hundred meters above the valley floor, and so the road should
yet lead me continuously downhill for another kilometre or so.</p>
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<p>And then, I finally arrive at Au, and with it at the foot of the Hocheck.
From here on out, the going should be mostly across level ground. Also,
the sky is clearing up more and more by the minute.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Within that town, I soon come across a house featuring a feline-friendly
feature in the shape of a lovingly crafted cat bridge connecting the
balcony with the nearby roof.</p>
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<p>It is also here that Radian finally breaks through the clouds, and I
behold the first clear shadows of the day.</p>
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<p>I also find another Mitfahrbankerl ("Ride-along bench-let") here. Its
funny how I come across them all over the place as soon as I step outside
of Munich (and particularly towards the south). On the other hand, I <em>still</em>
haven't actually ever seen anyone using any of them.</p>
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<p>There's also a public playground here styled in the shape of a medieval
castle. I bet the kids love it.</p>
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<p>For a while, I walk a narrow path between the Aubach ("Ow Stream") and a
road...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>...and as I leave Au behind me, I pass by a stack of wood that hides a
cute little secret.</p>
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<p>For a while, I have to walk at the side of a major, though thankfully not
very busy road...</p>
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<p>...but soon enough an opportunity presents itself to take a smaller side
road. And as an added advantage, the grass here is also freshly mown, thus
keeping the pollen strain to a minimum.</p>
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<p>Looking south from here, I get a great - if somewhat cloudy - view of the
mountains that marked my Thalhäusl strays. At the very left, there's the
conical Sulzberg that I hiked around four days ago, followed by the
Farrenpoint, the flank of which I also skirted (that is where my boots
failed me). Next is a valley that would grant a majestic view on the
Wendelstein - if it wasn't for all the clouds - and then the next mountain
over is the Schwarzenberg that I climbed last year. And in front of that,
there's the Hocheck, which I scaled today, the Thalhäusl being well-hidden
in the fold between them.</p>
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<p>Also, I can even spot the Rastkapelle from here, sitting prominently on a
field of yellow in the otherwise green mountainside. I am now roughly
2.5km away from it.</p>
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<p>From here, a straight path through the forest takes me both into the
shade and out of the sun. It's not exactly a hot day, but even with
sunscreen on I prefer to stick to the shade. After all, it's June, and
approaching the Night of the Long Shadows too, so Radian's radiation is at
it's strongest now.</p>
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<p>However, after a 1.5km stretch of shady respite, the path leads me out
into the open again. Fortunately, there's still a comfortable amounts of
clouds in the sky providing periodic shade. </p>
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<p>By now, I am already past the halfway point of today's stray. One major
landmark is a river of concrete running parallel to my path, the mighty A8
highway, cutting brutally through the landscape, audible from kilometres
away. Fortunately, there's an underpass for me to get to the other side.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Located just on the other side, there's the village of Dettendorf. I pass
through the main road of it, yet it's so small and sparsely settled that
it somehow feels like I'm only passing through the outskirts.</p>
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<p>After that, my path takes me out into the fields again, and apparently it
is my lucky day, because these fields, too, are neatly mown.</p>
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<p>Looking back once again, I see the same mountains behind me once more,
yet a good bit more distant by now. Also, amazingly, I can still see all
the way to the Rastkapelle, which by now is roughly 5km away.</p>
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<p>Thus far, I'm having a good day. The stray is going well (even though I
haven't managed to find any geocaches just yet), and I am still basking in
the afterglow of the Thalhäusl. Specifically, all the time I spent with
cheerful little Ferdi as well as the popularity that the dishes that I
prepared enjoyed make me soar on an emotional high. However, as I walk
this little rural dirt road in search of the next cache, I do not yet know
that all that joy is about to be destroyed by a valicious human.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>I am just making my way over across a field towards a tree where the
cache is supposed to be hidden when a man drives by in a massive SUV that
barely fits the dirt road, stops, lowers the window and rails at me about
how dare I to walk across the field. And that is the beginning of the end.
I didn't take a picture of that, so instead, here's an image I had Craiyon
generate that pretty accurately reflects that.</p>
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<p>I try a number of things. First ignoring him, then explaining to him that
I'm just looking for a cache, but he just goes on and on, even threatening
to shoot me. Next to him, his wife is sitting, not saying a word as he
hypocritically hollers at me about respecting nature, all while sitting in
his air conditioned heavy car that probably causes more environmental
damage in a day than all my hikes and rides combined. In the end, it is
too much for me, and though I'd like to rip out his eyes and shove them
down his self-righteous throat so he can watch as I tear out his
intestines, in this situation, there's nothing I can do but to give in and
walk away, crying.</p>
<p>A maelstrom of hate, rage and sadness consequently tears apart all the
positive emotions I gathered up over the last few days, hurling them into
the abyss left behind by Ashley's betrayal and tearing that gaping wound
upon my soul wide open again. Around the next corner I collapse on the
dirt, just sitting there, unable to go on. Up until today, the outdoors
was always the place where I went to get away from the humans and their
world, and now a painful blow has been dealt against that sanctuary as
well. Another scar upon my soul. Another piece that's broken. I realize
just how little I've really yet recovered from what this last year did to
me. Or maybe, that damage simply pushed me over the top. Right there,
right then, I fell it yet again. Something deep inside me is now broken,
and I don't know if it'll ever heal.</p>
<p>Eventually, I pick myself up again and force myself to move on. And as I
do, I scream out all of my rage and frustration into the empty fields
around me, not caring who might hear. In fact, if I were to encounter
anyone right now, Dragon only knows what I might do to them.</p>
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<p>Somehow, I manage to drag myself all the way to a little model aerodrome
in the middle of a field, where I then collapse on a bench in the shade of
a little shed.</p>
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<p>There, I listlessly consume my lunch for the day, a simple Käsesemmel
("Cheese Bread Roll") along with a Müsli bar. Thinking back on the
encounter with the valicious hollering SUV human, I can <em>now</em>
think of many, many things I could have said or done, but back then, I was
way too caught up in the moment to react appropriately.</p>
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<p>After that, I trudge on through the fields, now sunny and with little
shade. The day is ruined for me, and I continue on mechanically. It may
seem like a little thing, and yet it affected me very strongly, quite
possibly because one of my few "safe zones" was attacked.</p>
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<p>Having crossed the final stretch of open field of my hike today, I look
back and sullenly acknowledge that not only have the clouds cleared up
enough that I can now see the Wendelstein in the distance, but that I
still can see all the way to the Rastkapelle from here, even though
it is by now about 8km away.</p>
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<p>I am now at the town border of Willing...</p>
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<p>...where the humans are presently in the process of tearing up more
nature, turning it into roads for their SUVs.</p>
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<p>Soon thereafter, I reach the crossover point of both the Dragon Petal and
the Amper. Today, the weather is much nicer, and the Amper flows serenely
under a blue sky, yet even so all of this now fails to brighten my mood as
my poor little fox heart is locked up in some dark corner of my psyche,
wrapped in black.</p>
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<p>Making my way through Bad Aibling, I next cross over the Triftbach ("Hits
Stream"), which I also encountered during the Dragon Petal. This time, I
cross over next to a little reservoir that also contains fish</p>
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<p>Having taken note of the train departure times before, I know I still
have enough time until the next train departs, so I take a scenic route
through the town, collecting a number of Geocaches as I do. In fact,
literally all the caches that I find today are either in, or near Bad
Aibling.</p>
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<p>Eventually, I make my way to the station, where I still have a good 20
minutes before the next train arrives. In these parts, they run on a
hourly schedule, which is okay.</p>
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<p>And amazingly, one thing that could have gone wrong but did not are my
shoes: Unlike my hiking boots, which were specifically made for hiking, my
Vibram Toe Shoes did faithfully carry me all the way across any terrain,
which makes this officially the point where I can vouch for them. Go get
your pair today!</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Anyway, for the moment I am sitting here at the station, still devastated
about that hollering human's hypocrisy, and awaiting the train that should
take me home along...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Parallel Paths<br>
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<p><i><b>11-Jun-2023</b></i></p>
<p>The train arrives soon enough, and once again it is a train of the BRB.
This one is a bit of an older model though.</p>
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<p><i><b>Ride Duration: </b>1.75h<br>
</i><i><b>Approximate Distance: </b>70km<br>
</i><i><b>Average Speed:</b> 40km/h</i></p>
<p>Just like my train ride there, the route back should be mostly familiar.
However, this time around, it is not just one stop further, but I am on a
wholly different branch of the network, so I have to change trains once in
Holzkirchen. After that, the return ride is the same as last year's,
complete with me switching over into the S-Bahn at the
Donnersbergerbrücke. The part before that is new, and yet at the same time
still familiar. It takes me up the Mangfall valley, and thus parallel to
both my original bike ride to the Thalhäusl, as well as my more recent
rainy return ride from Rosenheim. It takes me past Feldkirchen, where the
dreaded ascent up the hills bordering the knee of the Mangfall is located,
and then goes straight past aforementioned knee, following a small side
valley known as the Teufelsgraben ("Devil's Trench") up to Kreuzstraße.</p>
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<p>In retrospective, I could have saved roughly 30m of altitude by making
use of that convenient valley during aforementioned bike ride since it
circumvents the crest between Feldkirchen and Kreuzstraße (though instead
of roads I'd probably have to deal with paths or even "are you sure this
is a path"s along that route).</p>
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<p>Anyway, the train to Holzkirchen is reasonably full, but I still manage
to get a window seat.</p>
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<p>In Holzkirchen, the connecting train is for some strange reason parked at
the far end of the platform. Fortunately, there's enough time to
walk all the way there to get in. Also, this one is a newer model, akin to
the one that I rode home from Fischbachau last year.</p>
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<p>Naturally, I also took a video of my ride home, once again facing to the
left instead of right in order to catch some new footage on the return
ride. First we head up the Mangfalltal, which is relatively densely
populated, but still has quite a number of fields and pastures. After
that, we make our way up the densely forested Knie followed by the
Teufelsgraben - never seeing the Mangfall along the way but catching a
glimpse of the hill on the other side of the valley - before reaching
Holzkirchen. The area beyond that is speckled with forests, fields and
towns, and eventually we cross the Großhesseloher Brücke across the Isar
valley. And after that, we're pretty much already in Munich. Along the
way, we also pass quite a number of bicyclists - probably on their way
from Munich to Rosenheim - and indeed, parts of the parallel paths were
also used be me, albeit going the other way.</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-18-179_Bad_Aibling_to_Munich.mp4"
height="360" width="640"></video></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-18-179_Bad_Aibling_to_Munich.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>Unlike the last train, this one is not all that busy, which seems kinda
interesting, considering how trains tend to get fuller the closer to a
large city you get.</p>
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<p>However, as I get out at the Donnersbergerbrücke and cross the overpass
to the other side, the reason for this and a previous mystery becomes
clear: Whereas the train was only one segment long when I got on, now it
is at least four segments long. Apparently the one segment I was in was
joined by at least three more coming from Bayrischzell, thus also
explaining why the train was standing at the far end of the platform in
Holzkirchen. In fact, the train is so long now that it doesn't even fit
the already pretty long platform here at the Donnersbergerbrücke, and
there was an announcement that the passengers would not be able to get out
at the last few doors.</p>
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<p>I don't have to wait terribly long for the S-Bahn home to arrive...</p>
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<p>...and that train is not terribly full either.</p>
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<p>Finally, from the Untermenzing station, it's only a short walk home,
during which I try to stick to the shadows, just to be sure.</p>
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<p>Upon reaching my home, I am slightly aggravated to see a car blocking the
footpath. Granted, I can easily walk around, and it's not a SUV, but that
path already had to be re-paved twice, and you can bet your tail on it
that it wasn't because of the damage done to it by pedestrians and
cyclists.</p>
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And that's it for my way home. Now, let us look forward to...<br>
<p><br>
</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Road Ahead</span></h3>
<p>Back at home, I am greeted by Jamie and Toledo with about as much
enthusiasm as can be expected of cats... </p>
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<p>...and am saddened to find that they managed to pluck a little fox
artwork from one of my pinboards and damaged it beyond the point of
repair. On the other hand, after the events of earlier today (and the
weeks and months leading up to this), I suppose this pretty accurately
represents how I'm feeling right now.</p>
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<p>Another very fitting representation is to be found on the carpet of the
Fushimi Room. I don't even care what it is, grab a paper tissue, scoop it
up and throw it away.</p>
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<p>Meanwhile, the cat feeding sheet that I prepared is still in a very
pristine state. But at least the designated cans for feeding have been
used up... along with a number of extra cans. So if anything, my cats
didn't have to go hungry.</p>
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<p>With that, this trip comes to an end, and another is already in sight.
One more Petal Ride awaits this year, and after that... well, I'm not
going to give you any big spoilers about that quite yet, but suffice it to
say that there's one thing medium, and another thing big coming up. Stick
around to find out, here on the Travelling Fox Blog. And until then, be of
great cheer!</p>
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<body><a name="7_17_top"> </a><b>Table of Contents</b><br>
<ul>
<li><a href="#7_17_fasching">Fantastic Fasching</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_17_kummerlinge">Kümmerlings-Karma</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_17_eastward">Embarking Eastward</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_17_town_tour">The Touristic Town Tour</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_17_cross_stray">The Three River Cross Weave Stray</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_17_return">Donau Deggendorf Dodge</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_17_ahead">The Road Ahead</a></li>
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<p>Last year, I went over the jobs that I had, and how I ended up changing
jobs twice the year before, and finally ended up BVK, which I then
declared to be the best work experience I've ever had (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2022/07/book-v-chapter-5-dusseldorf-delphi-derby.html">Book
V ~ Chapter 5 ~ Düsseldorf & Delphi Derby</a>). Now, one year later,
I can only reaffirm that statement, and if anything, things got even
better. Since then, we've had a staff outing to Wasserburg, which I did
not explicitly cover here on account of me having already completed a
Petal Ride there (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2022/06/book-v-chapter-4-project-petal-part-6.html">Book
V ~ Chapter 4 ~ Project Petal Part 6 ~ The Easterly Expedition</a>), and
this year, in 2023, we already had a number of fun events.</p>
<p>But before I get to that, let me show you one long-term project of the
BVK that I hope to see the completion of. You see, ever since I started
there last year, talks of a big construction project for a new, modern
office buildings with the fancy name of Tridea have been going around, and
this year construction finally started. More than just another office
building, though, this project is standing under the banner of
sustainability, with the BVK actively aiming to combat climate change not
only with this project, but also many other investments it makes.
Originally scheduled for completion in 2025 I think, delays through the
Green Shnolz Pandemic have pushed back the date until 2028 by now. Then,
they needed to survey the grounds for unexploded bombs from WW2 (which are
still occasionally found throughout the city during construction projects
just like this one, even though the war is by now over three quarters of a
century in the past), thus causing further delays. Honestly, I'd be
surprised if it actually gets finished this decade. Which means that in
order to see its completion, I'd have to stay at the BVK for longer than
all my previous jobs combined. And yet, I do hope that is going to happen,
because I really, <em>really</em> like it here.</p>
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<p>With that having been said, let me now go over the exquisite events that
I attended at my new place of work this year, starting with...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Fantastic Fasching</span></h3>
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<i><b>21-February-2023</b></i>
<p>"Fasching" is the south-German term for carnival, and the BVK is very
supportive of that age-old tradition in that it not only sponsors a cool
event, but also gives its employees half a day off to enjoy it. And with
me featuring an award-winning Kitsune-outfit (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2019/10/book-iii-chapter-7-home.html">Book
III ~ Chapter 7 ~ Home</a>), I'm obviously gonna attend.</p>
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<p>The venue is the Casino, the 5-star company cafeteria, which has been
adequately decorated in festive colors, glitz and glitter. My co-workers
wear all sorts of fancy costumes, and some have even brought their kids to
attend the event.</p>
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<p>Apart from standing around, eating and drinking, one can also hit the
dance floor, which is something that I eventually do. However, I quickly
learn that dancing with Geta (the traditional Japanese wooden sandals) is
kinda tricky and uncomfortable, so maybe next time I'll try to arrange for
a more agile costume.</p>
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<p>And if the Geta didn't complicate things enough already, there's the
issue of my traditional Japanese Kitsune mask restricting my field of
vision somewhat like this.</p>
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<p>But anyway, apart from food, drink and dance, there is yet one more thing
that this event has in store, and that is a freaking dance show from a
local theatre group, how awesome is that?</p>
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<p>And that is only the beginning, because two months later, I should get to
enjoy some prime...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Kümmerlings-Karma</span></h3>
<p> </p>
<i><b>27-April-2023</b></i>
<p>Two months down the line, another neat event comes along. It is time for
the BVK's cabaret troupe: The Kümmerlinge ("Care-lets", a pun on
"Kämmerlinge" ("Chamber-lets"), which is the collective noun for everyone
working at the BVK).</p>
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<p>This time, the Casino has been remodeled to feature a fancy stage on one
end, and there's free food and drink included by courtesy of the
management.</p>
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<p>Its starts of strong with an artistic light show display featuring fancy
programmable twirling batons that are designed to draw pictures and
patterns into the air when twirled around. No idea how that works, but it
sure looks cool</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-17-008_Kuemmerlinge_Lightshow.mp4"
height="360" width="640"></video></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-17-008_Kuemmerlinge_Lightshow.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>What follows thereafter is a ruthless parody that I can only describe as
an unparalleled mark of confidence in the benevolence of our collective
employer, because the amount of parody and sarcasm involved surely would
have gotten me fired in 3 out of 5 companies that I worked in before. It
starts of with a "game show", the name of which (G.I.G. = "Gewinn ist
Geil" = "Winning is Wicked") is a allusion to the name of the currently
ongoing restructuring program of our IT department, in which I, too, was
marginally involved. The original name of said program is also G.I.G.,
standing for "Gemeinsam IT Gestalten" ("Designing IT Together"). The
participants are all actors and include an over-zealous yuppie, a nervous
gray mouse, and a government clerk named Herr Schrecklich-Träge ("Mr.
Terribly-Slothful"), who is very insistent about his double-name.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>That show also features a number of cameos, such as the ChatBot Inka,
which lives on our company's intranet page and which, in light of the
recent developments with ChatGPT, I can at best describe as "cute".</p>
<p></p>
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<p>The name of our big, ongoing new office building construction project
also gets dropped, incorporated as the name of a fictional sponsor
"TriDeA", standing for "Triumph der Atmung" ("Triumph of Breathing"). In
fact, that one should later on pop up again in the form of a faux product
commercial for Betriebsklimaanlagen ("Company Climate Conditioning
Machines")-</p>
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<p>Both the TriDeA sketch and the next piece also pick on a topic that has
been a sore bone ever since the Green Shnolz lockdown ended: During that
lockdown, literally the whole staff got to enjoy 100% home office, but
after the lockdown ended that was dialed back to 50% again, which to be
fair is still 50% more than what people had before the pandemic, and yet
at least 25% of what people came to expect. To make things worse, flimsy
explanations were given and an ostensible long-term study was mounted,
none of which the employees were particularly happy about. And on top of
that, the rules and regulations surrounding the Dienstvereinbarung
Flexibles Arbeiten ("Establishment Agreement Flexible Working") as this
construct is called are somewhat confounding to all those which don't have
a background in programming or mathematics - which is a sizable percentage
of all employees. Enter this sketch featuring Doc Brown from "Back to the
Future" explaining how all of this is actually a ploy in order to build
his new Flex Compensator and go "Forward into the Past", which
incidentally is also the title of this year's show.</p>
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<p>And then there's more, such as one sketch lamenting the conditions that
the cleaning people work under, or a jib at misguided sustainability
efforts, such as the replacement of sponge clothes in the kitchen with
silicone cleaners, which had the effect that if someone spills something
now they have to mop it up with disposable paper towels where in the past
they could use the sponge cloth. And in the end, there's a heartwarming
goodbye to the chief of troupe who retires this year, and thus has been
part of the event for the last time. Also, dancing.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>So much for this refreshing performance. Now, let us get to the main
event of this chapter, which should begin with me and a good number of
co-workers...</p>
<p><br>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Embarking Eastward</span></h3>
<i><b>25-May-2023</b></i><br>
<i><b>Ride Duration:</b> 2.5h</i><br>
<i><b>Approximate Distance:</b> 175km</i><br>
<i><b>Average Speed:</b> 70km/h</i><br>
<p>Roughly one month after the Kümmerlings-show (a lot of nice things seem
to be happening near the end of various months here), it is time for the
first staff outing of the year. The destination of this one is the
actually kinda distant city of Passau ("Pass Meadow"), and the long drive
to get there is actually one of the reasons why many of my co-workers take
a pass on this one. I, however, don't think I've ever been to this city,
and as such I am quite eager to get up at 5AM on the day of and make my
way to the office by 6:45AM to claim a seat in one of the rented coaches.</p>
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<p>On a normal day, it takes me roughly 2.5 hours from waking up to sitting
in the office, but today I did hustle a bit by skipping out on breakfast,
which I now catch up on, sitting in the bus and waiting for departure.
Retrospectively, I <em>probably</em> would have had enough time for a
breakfast at home, but with the last bus leaving at 7:30AM and the
ever-looming risk of the public transit part of my incurring a delay in
the order of 20 minutes, I really didn't want to risk it. So here I am,
sitting in the bus, quite relaxed, and eating my breakfast in the shape of
a Nussschnecke and a Käsebretze ("Cheese Pretzel").</p>
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<p>The route that the bus takes leads first east along the A94 highway, past
Dorfen ("Villageing"), Mühldorf ("Mill Village") and Kirchdorf ("Church
Village"). Quite a few villages that way it seems. Then, we turn north
just short of the Austrian border, following a state road parallel to the
river Inn, which from there on marks the boundary between Germany and
Austria. Passing Sülzbach ("Aspic Stream"), we eventually transfer to the
A3 highway, and Passau is only a short ways off from there.</p>
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<p>This bus ride is mostly done beneath grey skies, though the weather gets
progressively more sunny the further north we go. Since we're leaving from
the east end of Munich and headed east, it doesn't take long for us to
leave the city behind, after which we race past fields and over hills for
most of the ride. Eventually, we cross the river Inn (we do that twice
actually, though I only captured one), and during the non-highway segment
also pass quite close to houses as the state roads usually lead squat
through the villages unlucky enough to lie in their way. Finally, we
arrive in Passau, where the inner city is notably densely settled, with
large, multi-story buildings coming right up to the road.</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-17-017_Bus_To_Passau.mp4"
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<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-17-017_Bus_To_Passau.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>Now, I mentioned that there's a segment where we have to drive on state
roads, and indeed, there's a part here where there's no highway for over
50km. Naturally, that's unacceptable for a country the last great
invention of which was the car, and such a construction of a new highway
in this segment is already well underway.</p>
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<p>And that is something that boggles the mind. The earth dies screaming
from climate change, caused in no small parts by cars and other forms of
fossil individual traffic, and what does the government do? "<strong>FUCK</strong>
the environment, it's in the way of my <strong>CAR</strong>!!! Bulldozes
over nature, sacrificing the future."</p>
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<p></p>
<p>But anyway, after a few hours of a bus ride, we arrive in Passau,
specifically the shared bus- and boat-terminal conveniently located
between he old city and the river Donau.</p>
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<p>It is from here that we should begin this city trip in the most cliche
way possible, namely...<br>
</p>
<p><br>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Touristic Town Tour</span></h3>
<i><b>Distance:</b> 1.5km</i><br>
<i><b>Ascents:</b> 25m</i><br>
<i><b>Duration:</b> 2h</i><br>
<p>Before we get started, here's a little lore on Passau. It is the
easternmost city of Bavaria, and also the closest city to the three
country point of Germany, Austria and Czechia. In fact, getting to Austria
from here would only entail a 2km walk. Czechia, meanwhile - at a distance
of 42km - would certainly require a bike. A small university city of only
about 50,000 inhabitants - roughly 12,000 of which are students - Passau's
coat of arms features a red wolf on a field of silver.</p>
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<p>Also known as the Dreiflüssestadt ("Three River City"), it was formed
around the confluence of the two great rivers Donau and Inn with the
considerably smaller Ilz. One unusual thing is that the three rivers join
one another in basically the same spot, with the Ilz flowing into the
Donau barely 200m before the Donau joins the Inn. Another curiosity is
that although the Inn is both wider and carries more water than both the
Ilz and Donau combined (on average 738m³/s against the Donau & Ilz's
combined 690m³/s), the river is still called "Donau" after the merge. The
main reason for this is historical and based on the fact that the run of
the river Donau was a major trade route for hundreds, if not thousands of
years, running from west to east at this point, while the Inn ran south to
less economically significant reasons. Other factors that might have
played a role in this naming is that the Donau features a more steady flow
of water while that of the Inn fluctuates between double and half, leaving
it actually contributing less water than the Donau in 7 of 12 months, then
peaking in the summer months, thus explaining its higher average. Also, as
mentioned before, the flow of the Donau runs west-to-east, while the Inn
turns of at a 90° angle towards the south after a few km, so from a
pragmatic point of view it might make sense to let the river that runs
most straight inherit the name.</p>
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<p>But anyway, back to the city tour! With four bus loads of Kämmerlingen
here, the BVK has organized for roughly a dozen city guides so we can
split off into smaller groups. Joining one of those, I soon find myself
following an elderly lady with a telltale red round fan into the heart of
the old city, along with a dozen of my co-workers.</p>
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<p>The tour route is somewhat short by my standards, and the pace is rather
relaxed. For the most part, we walk from one corner to the next while our
tour guide tells us all sorts of fascinating little trivia about Passau,
it's history, and the buildings we walk past on our route through the
Altstadt ("Old City").</p>
<p></p>
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<p>We start in the Höllgasse, the name of which deceptively does not
translate into "Hell Alley", but rather "Swamp Alley" on accounts of it
being rather close to the Donau, and thus prone to flooding. It was turned
into an artists' street rather recently - in the 90s - and since then does
feature not only colorful buildings, but also colorfully colored
cobblestones leading up to the doorsteps.</p>
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<p>The next interesting thing we come across are the stone arches spanning
between the buildings, and which our tour guide tells us exist for static
reasons. The side roads with their steps are clearly not made for cars,
but rather historically for horses, with long, low flights of stairs
spaced specifically with equine anatomy in mind.</p>
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<p>Another curiosity are the roofs, which are a bit unusual in design. From
the outside, they look like flat roofs with windows out of which rain
gutters emerge. Known as a Grabendach ("Trench Roof"), this is a very
local architectural style found primarily in the areas surrounding the
rivers Inn and Salzach. An advantage of this construction is that the low
roofs and the frontal guard wall somewhat reduces the risk of fires
spreading - a bane of cities until the invention of electric light. In
fact, I already encountered this type of roof during the last staff outing
in Wasserburg, which is also located on the Inn.</p>
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<p>Now then, I did mention flooding, which is something that both Inn and
Donau feel like doing every now and then, and one of the downsides of
being located in the crotch of two major rivers is that only one of them
needs to flood and the whole lower city goes down the drain. As such, in
cities like this you can often find marks recording the water marks of
historic floods, and Passau is no exception. The highest flood in recorded
history reached a peak of 13.2m above the normal water level, and was
enough to completely flood the ground floor and second floor of the
buildings here in the Höllgasse, and even reach the third floor of some.</p>
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<p>Standing in front of the city hall, we get a good view at the Veste
Oberhaus ("Fortress Upper House") located on the cliff between the Ilz and
the Donau, overlooking the city below. Originally constructed in 1219, it
was the seat of the Lord Bishop ruling the city of Passau, and it was
continuously expanded until the year 1800, with the prominent number 1499
on the city-facing wall recording the date at which the middle part was
constructed. The original, and most fortress-like part is the rightmost
part, and features another little curiosity: Because it was designed to be
a castle, the lower to rows of windows are actually not windows at all,
but rather window-like fresco designed to provide an appealing look while
still being easily defensible.</p>
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<p>The next attraction is the Scharfrichterhaus ("Headsman House"), which
owes its name to an insistent rumor that this is where the city's headsman
used to live in olden time. Nonsense, our guide declares, for headsman was
a shunned profession in said olden times, and the headsmen had to live
outside of the cities. Whatever the truth is, however, the house takes
pride in the name it has gotten, and today features a locally famous
cabaret theatre. And building on the theme, they hold a yearly contest
where they award the artist with the sharpest tongue with the Golden
Headsman's Axe.</p>
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<p>After that, we continue on to the St. Michael Church, which was
constructed under the supervision of Italian master builder Pietro
Francesco Carlone in 1677.</p>
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<p>Next, we proceed down to the shore to the Inn, our guide confidently
leading us down a path marked as closed due to flooding, while we warily
follow her through the narrow alley.</p>
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<p>Turns out the flood has receded since morning - which our tour guide
naturally knew - but even so, the Inn still runs quite high, with the
water level being only a hand's width below the walkway, on which puddles
from the earlier flooding still persist.</p>
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<p>On the hill at the far shore, the Wallfahrtskirche Mariahilf ("Pilgrimage
Church Mary Help") can be seen, complete with a roofed stairwell leading
up the hill side. At this point, I don't know if I'll have the time to
visit it, but I definitely mark it down as a potential destination for
later on.</p>
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<p>Leaving the Inn behind, our guide next leads us through what must be the
most crooked alleyway in all of Passau: The Zinngießergasse ("Pewter
Alley"), which does not only go between buildings, but also beneath
buildings.</p>
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<p>Next up is the Residence, located right next to the great St. Stephan
Cathedral.</p>
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<p>This one has some curious doors with a half-meter drop to the road, and
our guide explains to us that these were "carriage doors" where in olden
times the horse-drawn carriages would pull up, allowing the highbrow
passengers to step right into the residence from the carriage, which I
imagine might have been quite a boon given the elaborate dresses of those
days.</p>
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<p>We also get to look inside for a bit, if only to see the square stairwell
with its impressive fresco and painting at the top.</p>
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<p>The guided tour ends in front of the St. Stephan Cathedral, where our
guide tells us about how this cathedral holds the world record for the
largest organ, featuring 229 registers and a whopping 17,974 pipes, the
largest of which are as tall as power poles, and the smallest of which are
only a few centimeters in height. Again, I make a note to check it out if
I have time later on. In fact, I would check it out right now, but since
there's a concert ongoing right now, that's regrettably not an option.</p>
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<p>And with that, the town tour comes to an end, and while others take their
time to coordinate with their co-workers about what to do next, I for my
part am off like the wind, because I have already made my plans, and I
fear that time will be the great limiter in how much I'll be able to pull
off. This should result in...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Three River Cross Weave Stray</span></h3>
<i><b>Distance:</b> 14.5km</i><br>
<i><b>Ascents:</b> 320m</i><br>
<i><b>Duration:</b> 4.25h</i><br>
<b>5/8<span style="color: green;">🎁︎</span></b><br>
<p>In a city of three rivers - all of which within walking distance - and
some hills in between for scenic views, it is pretty clear what I'm gonna
do. Basically, the plan is to cross all the three rivers using a different
bridge each time, while also going up to the Veste Oberhaus to get a nice
view on the city, ideally getting Geocaches on each of the four slices of
land that I visit en route. To do that, I first head west to near the
central station of Passau and then north, crossing the Donau for the first
time. From there, I make my way to the Veste Oberhaus via a very exciting
and roundabout way upon which I will elaborate shortly, before going down
into the valley of the Ilz, stitching across and back again. Then it's
south over the Donau, to the very point of the confluence, and then south
across the Inn. There I briefly chase after a Geocache to the east and
then head west to the second-to-last bridge across the Inn. And after
that, I already have to race to make my way back to the bus in time, no
time for any further detours. </p>
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<p>But one thing after another. For starters, I am still within the old city
of Passau with its narrow streets and curious passages, such as the
Paulusbogen ("Paul's Arch"), which is more than a gate, namely a 25m-long
old road tunnel beneath the annex of the nearby St. Paul church.</p>
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<p>At this point, my primary concern is grabbing some quick lunch along the
way, and so I figure making my way through the pedestrian zone at the
heart of the Altstadt is a good way to go</p>
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<p>Somehow, I fail to find something like a food stall however, and so in
the end the lunch I find is a slice of Pizza at a Turkish cuisine eatery
in the city mall. Conveniently this place has a menu deal that comes with
a soft drink, and although I did bring a full liter of water, with the
weather being quite warm and sunny today, I am grateful for any extra
liquid that I can procure at little cost.</p>
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<p>Leaving the city mall behind, I soon pass a little Thai restaurant with
the name "Der Weiße Thai", which is a pun on the German title of the movie
"Jaws", which happens to be "Der Weiße Hai" ("The White Shark"), so I
suppose a fitting translation would be something like "Thais"</p>
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<p>Shortly thereafter, I cross the Donau for the first time using the
Schanzlbrücke ("Redoubt-let Bridge"), doing so just as a sightseeing boat
passes beneath. Doubtlessly, a number of my co-workers are on that boat,
enjoying a relaxed three-river sightseeing tour. And there's absolutely
nothing wrong with that, but me being the hyperactive little fox that I am
very much enjoy straying around like this.</p>
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<p>On the other side of the river, the terrain starts getting really steep
really quick. Fortunately, most of it is in the shade of trees, but even
so this slope is quite taxing, and definitely not one that I would want to
ride my bike up, what with it having a gradient of over 10%.</p>
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<p>However, at the top of said slope a hidden gem awaits: The Schloss
Freudenhain ("Palace Joy Grove"), which on account of all the trees
surrounding it is well-hidden from the city below.Constructed in the late
18th century, the imposing structure has served as a school for over a
hundred years now.</p>
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<p>From there, I follow a painted-on footpath next to a slow-drive road up
the hill...</p>
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<p>...and then a somewhat more adventurous forest path down a little valley.
Definitely not bike-worthy, that one.</p>
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<p>Eventually, I'm back on the road, only this time around it's of the
sidewalk-less variant. At least there's not a lot of cars around on this
one. It sure is hot though, and so I'm glad for whatever little shade the
trees provide.</p>
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<p>However, the plus of this little detour is that I come by a scenic view
point giving me a nice few of the city of Passau, featuring both the St.
Stephan Cathedral and the St. Paul Church.</p>
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<p>Before long, I leave the main road behind in favor of a little side
path...</p>
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<p>...which again is rather steep and falls in the "I <em>definitely</em>
don't want my ride up this"-category.</p>
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<p>Looking back, I get a good impression of how high I've climbed by now. At
this point, I'm actually already a hundred meters above the Donau.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>After some time, I cusp the high hills, wandering along the level ground
for a while...</p>
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<p>...before running into a rare specimen of the Common Field Car (bmwus
standaroundis).</p>
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<p></p>
<p>My general plan is to walk east from here - more or less parallel to the
Donau - until I reach the Veste Oberhaus. However, I end up taking a wrong
turn and consequently find my path barred by THE DOOR.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>So I end up backtracking and choosing a "safe" route this time. In
retrospective, the map says there should have been a faster middle way,
but standing there on the crossroads it didn't look quite like a path, and
with me already having lost time and being under pressure, I chose the
safe route this time around.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Turns out that wasn't a bad idea, because that path eventually leads me
past the Lilac House®.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>From there, I follow the hilltop main road east for a while. On the plus
side, this one has a sidewalk. On the minus side, there's no shade, and
the day is - as I was saying - quite warm.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Eventually, however, I turn south again on a more rural path, this time
checking my map to make sure I'm on the right track.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Though both the map and I are right regarding the path, however, there is
no accounting for unforeseen circumstances, such as the path in question
presently being closed.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>"Not a problem", I think, because I can see that there's another path
south to the Veste Oberhaus just a little bit further to the east along a
path branching off from here, so I go about following that one instead.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>But noo, whereas that other path was closed for no readily apparent
reason, that other path is closed for <em>very</em> apparent reasons, and
since today is a weekday, the construction is actually presently ongoing,
so I can't just quickly sneak across either.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>Long story made short, after a detour through the fields and two left
turns where I wanted to go straight and right respectively, I end up back
on the Hilltop Main Road again.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Third time's the charm though, and the next time I try turning towards
the south, I finally manage to make my way all the way to the precipice of
the cliffs, and consequently get a nice panoramic view of Passau below.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>The clifftop path that I consequently follow is nicely shady and cool for
a change...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>...and then I finally reach the Veste Oberhaus itself around 13:45, which
leaves me with a little over 2 hours before the buses depart again.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>From up here, I get a nice view of the confluence between the Donau and
the Inn, as well as the wedge-shape of the old city below. Part of the
hills on the far side of the Inn belong to Austria already, by the way.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>I look around the interior of the Veste for a bit, but not for too long,
and only in the parts that I can access for free. After all, at this point
I still have two rivers to cross, and over half of my stray time has
already passed, which puts me just a little bit under pressure.</p>
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<p>As a result, I hurry down the 75m of altitude from the Veste to the Ilz
valley rather quickly, which - in combination with the fact that this is
my first major hike this year - turns out to be a rather bad idea, and has
the consequence of me becoming the Fox whose Knees Hurt for the remainder
of this stray.</p>
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<p>Down at the valley floor, I walk parallel to the Ilz for a bit, taking a
scenic rout through the Bschütt Park ("Debris Park"), which features a
number of curiosities, such as a turnable "totem pole" featuring the
history of this place on 8 plaques, complete with historic photographs,
drawings and maps, or an XXL-version of that analogue hand-held game where
you need to navigate little balls into shallow holes by tilting the game
field, then somehow keep those balls in there while you navigate in the
others.</p>
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<p>In the middle of that path, there's a foot-and-bike bridge across the
Ilz, which I subsequently cross, getting a nice view on this idyllic
little valley as I do (though it would certainly be even more idyllic
without that big road running straight through it.</p>
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<p>It is said road that I follow down the valley for a bit, walking past
colorful houses as I do, and though that road only has two lanes, I can't
help but notice that the road takes up more space than the houses built
alongside it, meaning the existing development consists primarily of road.
Oh well, at least that includes a reasonably sized sidewalk (no trees for
shade though).</p>
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<p>Eventually, I leave the road behind in favor of some stairs leading to a
Geocache. The stairs take me up roughly another 20m or so - an effort that
is immediately rewarded by the boons of shade and leaving the kinda busy
road behind.</p>
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<p>Atop the stairs awaits a very idyllic little walkway leading me all the
way to the back gate of the St. Bartholomew Church's little cemetery.</p>
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<p>From there, I have to go downhill again, which my knees immediately
acknowledge as a rather bad idea, but there's nothing that can be done,
and thankfully it's only 20m. After that little ordeal, I am now standing
on the Ilz-side of the river trident, looking out on the points of the two
wedges of land in the river-trident. The near one between the Ilz and the
Donau is dominated by the Veste Niederhaus ("Fortress Lower House"), which
as the name indicates is the downhill-counterpart of the Veste Oberhaus.
In fact, the two are connected by a roughly 200m-long chain of battlements
running down the ridge, and I think they are even open to the public part,
but not <em>all</em> of the way. </p>
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<p>Subsequently, I cross back over the Ilz by means of its very last bridge,
which connects to a tunnel cutting straight through the escarpment atop
which aforementioned battlement is situated.</p>
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<p>The last bridge across the Donau before the confluence - the Prinzregent
Luipoldbrücke ("Prince Regent Luipold Bridge") is located almost
immediately on the other side of that tunnel, and so I end up crossing
both of those rivers in less than 5 minutes.</p>
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<p>On the other side, a Geocache leads me to make a 270° right turn that
ends up with me following the promenade of the Donau, heading for its
point of confluence with the Inn, crossing beneath the bridge I just
crossed as I do.</p>
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<p>Walking down the promenade, I come across a looong ship, the River
Adagio. Okay, so, maybe it's not really long in comparison with other
ships, but what sticks out is it's extreme length-to-width ratio. With a
length of 125m and a width of only 11m, it is effectively over 11 times as
long as wide, which kinda makes it look like an oversized floating
popsicle stick.</p>
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<p>A little later, I arrive at the easternmost point of my stray: The
Dreiflüsseeck ("Three Rivers Corner"), marking the confluence between the
Inn and the Donau.</p>
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<p>Looking to the left, I get one last view of both the Veste Niederhaus and
the Veste Oberhaus beyond on the ridge separating the Donau from the
Ilz...</p>
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<p>...while my way leads me to the right, along the Inn and past the sun.</p>
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<p>Turns out just like Munich and many other places, Passau has a
Planetenpfad ("Planet Path") as well, along which scale models of the
solar system's major bodies are spaced in intervals true to scale. As
such, it doesn't take me long to pass Mercury and Venus as well.</p>
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<p>After that, I have to walk along the Inn promenade for a bit...</p>
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<p>...before coming across Earth and Mars. Looking at those two plaques, I
realize that each plaque has two little metal orbs, one representing its
own size to scale, and the second one representing the relative size of
Earth for reference (naturally, Earth is lacking the reference orb).</p>
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<p>Moving on, I next pass beneath the walkway connecting the city to the
Schaiblingsturm ("Disc-er Tower"), which was built in 1250 as a
watchtower, and later repurposed as a magazine for gunpowder. Later yet it
became a pier for salt trade, and until 1957 there was even a rope ferry
across the Inn anchored at this tower.</p>
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<p>Shortly thereafter, I cross the Asteroid Belt, which is marked with a
plaque referencing the Asteroid Passau, a relatively small asteroid with a
diameter of "only" 20km that was discovered in 1990. Still, that's big
enough that it would not only be able to bury all of Passau, but in fact
most of Munich (the official city area of which measures roughly 26km by
20km).</p>
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<p>At this point, I realize that I have crossed paths with the earlier city
tour as I pass the Zinngießergasse again.</p>
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<p>It has been a little over 4 hours since I was here earlier, but in that
time the Inn's water level has receded notably. Whereas earlier it was a
hand's width below the promenade, now it's over an ell. Also, by now all
the puddles on the promenade have yielded to Radian's resplendent might.</p>
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<p>Next, I pass might Jupiter...</p>
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<p>...before temporarily leaving the solar system as I cross the
Marienbrücke ("Mary Bridge"), the final Inn bridge before the confluence.</p>
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<p>On the other side, I follow the Inn downstream for a while, walking
parallel to a decommissioned railroad track. My heart weeps at the sight,
and I wonder if I'll live to see a brighter future where I walk or cycle
over decommissioned highways instead.</p>
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<p>At my turning point, I find the final Geocache for today, meaning I have
achieved all but one of my primary goals. At that point, there's also a
billboard nicely putting the size of the Inn in contrast to the other two
rivers, while also pointing out a number of places I've been to today.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>My final primary goal for today is crossing back over the Inn via a
different bridge, and so I make my way west through the narrow roads of
Innstadt ("Inn City"), as this part of Passau is called. In fact, Innstadt
composes most of the little piece of Germany that occupies this side of
the Inn, with the river marking the border to Austria for 20km downstream
and well over a 100km downstream (counting the Salzach and the Saalach
too). Basically, this here is the only little patch of Germany on this
river-bounded piece of landmass.</p>
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<p>I also pass near the Walfahrtsstiege ("Pilgrimage Stairway") to the
aforementioned Mariahilf Kirche. However, on account of both the time (at
this point, I have less than one hour left to finish up and make my way
back) and my knees, I'll have to give going up there a hard pass, and
instead settle for straying through the blissfully level alleys of
Innstadt instead.</p>
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<p>Doing so leads me past the Fuchsgassl ("Fox Alley-let"), which also
features a flood mark from the 2013 flood on the corner of a building</p>
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<p>A little bit further on, I cross back over the Inn by means of the
Fünfersteg ("Fiver Plank"), another little foot-and-bike bridge.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>And with that, I'm back inside the solar system again, just in time to
say hi to Saturn, which is also the final planet of the Planetenweg that I
have time to visit today. Uranus is roughly twice as far away from the Sun
as Saturn, and Neptune would nearly double that distance again. Meanwhile,
the clock is down to nearly half an hour, making the notion of doing
pretty much anything other than returning to the bus now a "Very
No"-thing.</p>
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<p>My "more or less beeline" back to the bus takes me straight through the
Klostergarten ("Abbey Garden"), a reasonably-sized green square with water
installations in the heart of the old city.</p>
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<p>Situated on one end of the Klostergarten, there's the Stadtturm ("City
Tower"), an L-shaped building which not only is of prominent design, but
is also fashioned from some sort of green-ish stone, possibly some variant
of marble.</p>
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<p>Afterwards, I hurry back through the valley-like streets of the old
city...</p>
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<p>...only briefly stopping to take note of the at least slightly designed
manhole covers featuring the wolf as the heraldic animal of Passau, along
with the phrase "Leben an drei Flüssen" ("Living at three Rivers"). It
doesn't come close to the highly individual and colorful manhole covers
I've seen in Japan, but at least it's a step up from the generic manhole
covers of Munich.</p>
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<p>Soon thereafter, I reach the final stretch as I reach the Donau's
promenade...</p>
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<p>...and then, I arrive at the bus stop with roughly 15 minutes to spare.
Enough to be comfortable, but definitely not enough to have fit anything
else in.</p>
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<p>Oh well, I <em>did</em> complete my primary objectives, crossed all
three rivers on six different bridges and found at least one cache on each
wedge of land, so there's that. I didn't get to see the cathedral organ or
climb up to the Mariahilf Kirche, but I guess that's okay. For now, my
legs are quite happy that I get to sit back and relax during the...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Donau Deggendorf Dodge</span></h3>
<i><b>Ride Duration:</b> 2.25h</i><br>
<i><b>Approximate Distance:</b> 190km</i><br>
<i><b>Average Speed:</b> 84km/h</i><br>
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<p>On the way back, the bus takes a slightly different route. And with
"slightly" I naturally mean "completely". For starters, we head northwest
towards Deggendorf ("Ceiling Village"), more or less following the run of
the Donau upstream. There, we then turn a bit more to the south and follow
the Isar all the way to Munich, passing by Dingolfing ("Thing Golf
Caught"), Landshut ("Country's Guard") and Freising ("Free Sing") along
the way. Combined with the way there, this interestingly forms a petal
that looks somewhat like a three-fold enlargened version of the Tiger
Petal (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2020/02/book-iii-chapter-11-project-petal-part.html">Book
III ~ Chapter 11 ~ Project Petal Part 2 ~ The Ruprechtsberg Ride</a>).</p>
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<p>However, it is there and then that I suffer a double failure: First, my
camera's power runs out, and secondly, I have to learn the hard way that
apparently after 6 years of trusty service, the power bank that I had
bought in Christchurch, New Zealand, has also reached the end of its
lifecycle. Fortunately I still have my tri-Comm2, and while I don't think
phones will ever replace proper cameras for things like taking snapshots
or movies, it'll have to do for now.</p>
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<p>The bus ride itself first takes us past the forests and through the hills
north of the Donau as we head towards Deggendorf via the most direct
route. We narrowly dodge Deggendorf, turning south just before the city
and cross over the Donau, now following the Isar instead. From
there on the terrain changes to mostly flat farmland, with only a few
ponds and forests in between. We also cross back and forth across the Isar
a total of three times, and finally arrive in Munich through the Windmill
Gate, formed by the <em>two</em> windmills that Munich has, located near
Fröttmaning. And after that, we only have to cut through a little bit of
the city, and then we're back at the BVK.</p>
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<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-17-109_Bus_To_Munich.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
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<p>And from the BVK, it only takes me about another hour to finally make my
way back home, taking the U4 to the Odeonsplatz ("Odeon Square"), then the
U3 to Moosach, and finally my bike back home.</p>
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<p>With that, this trip and thus this chapter comes to an end, which brings
us to...<br>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Road Ahead</span></h3>
<p>Well, what's next? I might have already mentioned it at some point, but
there's another big trip coming up this year. But that is then. Before
that, a number of other, smaller, but still interesting things should
happen. For example, there's one thing that I've approached on from two
angles already, and this year, the third time should make the charm. What
is it, you wonder? You will be able to find out in the next chapter of the
Travelling Fox Blog. So until then, stay tuned, and be of great cheer!
=^,^=</p>
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<body><a name="7_16_top"> </a><b>Table of Contents</b><br>
<ul>
<li><a href="#7_16_title">Part 10 ~ The Petal of the Dragon</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_16_grafing">Grey Grafing Grind</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_16_place">The Place</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_16_chiemsee">Choked Chiemsee Chance</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_16_retrospective">The Retrospective</a> </li>
<li><a href="#7_16_mangfall">Mangy Mangfall Malaise</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_16_ahead">The Road Ahead</a></li>
</ul>
<p>My first Petal Ride in 2023 should also be the worst of the bunch. In
fact, this one is tightly interlinked with Ashley's abuse (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2023/04/book-v-chapter-14-broken-promise.html#7_14_ashley">Foxy
Falseness</a>). For starters, I did not actually plan to do this petal
in April because I am not stupid. The weather in April is about as stable
as spinning top on a tablet balanced on the horns of a bull standing on a
ball on a ship going down a waterfall, and as favorable to extended bike
trips as the sun is to ice cubes. I actually wanted to make this trip in
May, when the weather is a lot better in this part, but after
Ashley said she was going to visit me on the 20th of April and then stay
for a while, I preponed my plans to just before she was planning to visit.
Of course, with things going down the drain as they did, by the time I
departed on the date I was already pretty certain that I had been scammed
and she would not show up, and that I had moved my ride into unfavorable
weather conditions for nothing. And unfavorable they should be indeed, as
well as <em>cold</em>, with temperatures rarely exceeding 10°C on the
whole ride, thus making this Petal compete with the Broken Horse Petal
(see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2023/03/book-v-chapter-13-project-petal-part-8.html">Book
V ~ Chapter 13 ~ Project Petal Part 8 ~ Alpine Abortion</a>) for the
prize of "Worst Petal EVER". But anyway, that's enough whining from my
part, so lets just get this over with and talk about...<br>
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<h1><span style="color: orange;">Part 10 ~ The Petal of the Dragon</span></h1>
<i><b>17-April-2023 - 19-April-2023</b></i>
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<p>This time, my target is the city of Rosenheim ("Rose Home"), and beyond
that, the Chiemsee ("Gill Lake"). Like Augsburg, Rosenheim is one of
Munich's satellite cities, only in the complete opposite direction.
Fortunately, Rosenheim is a few km closer to Munich, but since I need to
add pretty much the entire diameter of Munich to that since I'm living on
the exact opposite side, it is actually a little bit farther away from
where I live. As usual, I have both given my ride there and back again a
theme, which brings us straight to the...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Grey Grafing Grind</span></h3>
<i><b>17-April-2023</b></i><br>
<i><b>Distance:</b> 80.0km</i><br>
<i><b>Ascents:</b> 270m</i><br>
<i><b>Duration:</b> 8.25h</i><br>
<b>7/12<span style="color: green;">🎁︎</span></b><br>
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<p>Actually, the ride there has <em>two</em> themes that coincide nicely
with one another. For one, I want to cycle through the Ebersberger Forst
("Boar Mountain Forest"), and for another, I want to stay north and east
of the train line going to Rosenheim. Adding up those two themes leaves me
with a route that first takes me east through Munich, and then angles
east-southeast towards the Ebersberger Forst. After exiting the forest, it
then angles south-southeast all the way until Rosenheim. </p>
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<p>Remarkably, the route should be reasonably flat despite crossing The
Border (of the Munich Gravelplain). There is a short steep ascent right
after crossing the Isar, but after that the climb towards The Border is
very gentle, barely even noticeable. I cycle past Baldham - where my best
friend Robert lives - and it is only when I reach the Ebersberger Forst
sitting squat upon The Border that things get a little more rough... but
not much. I narrowly miss the 600m mark just before leaving the forest,
and then it's almost exclusively downhill all the way to Grafing
("Counten"). After that, there's a bit of uplands, and then a drop near
Aßling ("Slateren"). One final small climb awaits near Ostermünchen
("Easter Munich"), and then it's downhill all the way until Rosenheim. It
is actually interesting to note that Rosenheim lies, in fact, roughly 60m
below Munich despite being further to the south and thus closer to the
alps. Who would have guessed? </p>
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<p>As for the weather... iiiit's... bleak. Gloomy from the moment I set out
from home, and the forecast does not look much better. As a matter of
fact, this whole ride's weather nicely reflects the whole spectrum of
weather featured in "Against the Storm", an action city building game that
I'm currently playing, where the weather conditions range from "Clearance"
(little to no rain, and maybe even a bit of sunlight) over "Drizzle"
(light rain) to "Storm" (heavy rain). I should experience all those three
on this petal, but today, the weather should be mostly Clearance.</p>
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<p>Taking the north bypass, I soon arrive at the park south of the
Rangierbahnhof ("Switchyard")...</p>
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<p>...and then follow the Moosacher Straße ("Moss Stream Street") for some
time...</p>
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<p>...before taking to the side roads in Milbertshofen ("Mill Castle's
Farmyard"), where I unexpectedly happen upon quite a colorful dog.</p>
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<p>Continuing from there, I soon cross the tracks of the tram line 23, which
is notable for running not on a road in these parts, but rather through a
linear park cutting a more or less continuous 1km-long swathe through the
city.</p>
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<p>A little bit further, and I arrive in the Englischer Garten ("English
Garden")...</p>
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<p>...where I cross the Isar by means of the St. Emmeram Bridge. Not for the
first time, but there really aren't all that many nice bridges to cycle
across this relatively big river.</p>
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<p>At this part, the Isar is already split in two, so I subsequently also
cross the Isarkanal ("Isar Channel"), which continues on to feed the
Speichersee ("Reservoir Lake") that I've by now also circumcycled on both
sides. Interestingly, I spot a party of a dozen dogs frolicking by the
side of the channel some distance away.</p>
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<p>On the other side of the Isar, I climb aforementioned steep slope, and
then come out at the St. Emmeram tram station, which is the terminus of
the tram lines 16 and 37, and also runs by my work place just a little bit
south of here. The reason why both the bridge and the station are called
St. Emmeram, by the way, is that there's a St. Emmeram chapel here, which
in turn is a branch chapel of the St. Emmeram's Abbey in Regensburg ("Rain
Castle"). </p>
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<p>I reach the border of the urban area at Johanneskirchen ("John's
Churches")...</p>
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<p>...and then I finally get out of the city after over an hour of being on
the road already.</p>
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<p>Quickly, I start turning onto less busy roads, the wetness of which
stands testimony to the recent rainfalls, but for now, the Clearance still
holds up.</p>
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<p>Here, I follow an old, abandoned railway line - of which nowadays only
the gravel bed remains - and as I do so I make my way across a candidate
for today's Field Path of the Day... but not the winner.</p>
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<p>Eventually, I make my way into the Landkreis Ebersberg ("Boar Mountain
County")...</p>
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<p>...the first place of which that I pass through is the village of
Weissenfeld ("White Field"), which also marks the end of the convenient
cycling path next to the road.</p>
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<p>After that, a long, straight run across the east of the Munich
Gravelplain awaits me...</p>
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<p>...followed by the first forest of the ride.</p>
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<p>However, this bit of woods does not yet belong to the Ebersberger Forst.
Before I get there, I first have to pass through the village of Wolfesing
("Wolves Sing")...</p>
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<p>...where I pass by a paddock filled with not wolves, but goats.</p>
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<p>Now on the other side of Wolfesing, <em>that </em>is the Ebersberger
Forst! At roughly a 100km² with its eastern annex, it is definitely the
biggest forest near Munich, though despite what Wikipedia says, it is <em>not</em>
the biggest contiguous forest of Germany, no matter how you twist or turn
it. Even if you define "contiguous" as "not interrupted by a major road"
it falls short of other forests out there, because there's a major road
cutting straight through the forest north to south, cutting it into two
halves, the bigger one of which is only about 50km² big.</p>
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<p>And then, if you start counting roads as interruptions, things start
getting really icky because it's hard to tell where to stop, because the
whole forest is segmented by a 400x400m grid of forest roads of different
sizes. Personally, I would settle for counting a forest as contiguous so
long as any swathes through the forest are narrow enough that a tree
falling over one one side could reach the other side, and by that
definition there are <em>many</em> bigger contiguous forests in all of
Germany.</p>
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<p>Anyway, into the forest, I follow a reasonable forest road through the
as-of-yet mostly bare woods...</p>
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<p>...which regrettably and ironically soon turns into today's winner of
Field Path of the Day, on account of muddy and uneven ground that is so
slippery that I sometimes even have to get off and push my bike, despite
the gradient being mostly flat.</p>
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<p>Now, you may wonder, what is more annoying than having to cover such a
path once? Why, covering such a path <em>twice</em> of course, which
happens because someone apparently thought it necessary to not only erect
a fence at the end of that path, but also barricade what clearly was once
and access gate. Good job!</p>
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<p>So, I have little choice but to double down on that lovely path and look
for another way. Fortunately, with the grid paths littering this forest,
that means I can just try one row further to, say, the south, and as luck
would have it there's even a diagonal horse path leading south outside of
the grid, so I don't even have to go back "all the way" to the next
north-south path.</p>
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<p>For the moment, my good luck persists, and there, on the next path to the
south, there's indeed a gate in the fence. A big, proper one, clearly made
for cars, and the forest road here is open and wide enough that it might
be another disputable divider for the above mentioned definition of
"contiguous".</p>
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<p>What follows then is a looooooooong straight road cutting through the
forest with little opposition, and the most exciting thing that happens
along that road is a few ups and downs. It's certainly tranquil and
relaxing, though maybe a little too much so for my taste. I wouldn't mind
a little bit of zig-zagging instead. Perfectly straight paths through the
forest such like this one just feel... unnatural.</p>
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<p>Eventually, I reach the Forsthaus Diana ("Forest House Diana"), named
after the Roman goddess of the hunt, and near it find a reasonably dry
bench and table that I use for my lunch break, consisting as usual of a
sandwich and a Müsli bar.</p>
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<p>After lunch, the straight forest road continues for yet a while...</p>
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<p>...but before long gives way to a more natural, twisting and turning path
that makes me feel much more at home in this forest.</p>
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<p>Soon thereafter, I reach the other side of what I figure must be a
roughly 30km² big wildlife enclosure. Fortunately, this time around I come
out right in front of not only one but <em>two </em>gates to choose
from.</p>
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<p>On the other side of the gates awaits what I can only describe as a
forest roller coaster: Steep descents on turning and twisting roads, and
to top it off the path is not only bumpy and uneven, but also covered with
slippery mud and/or wet leaves for added excitement. These circumstances
severely limit the downhill speed that I dare to risk on this segment, but
at the very least I manage to make it to the bottom of this slope without
any accidents.</p>
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<p>By now, I am close to the forest's edge, and looking south I can see the
north end of the Egglburger See ("Corner Castle Lake"), which I last
passed to the south of on the Petal of the Rabbit (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2022/06/book-v-chapter-4-project-petal-part-6.html#hilly">Hilly
Havoc</a>). That also means that I am close to the crossover point now,
and about to leave my explored territory behind.</p>
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<p>I continue cycling right alongside the forest's edge for a little longer,
and am rewarded not only with some delightful ascents...</p>
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<p>...but also the most skillfully crafted Geocache of this ride.</p>
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<p>And then, I leave the forest behind. Still on the heights, I look to the
south, towards Ebersberg and Grafing, and the sky is ever-threatening,
though we still do have Clearance at this point.</p>
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<p>Rushing down the hill, I pass the crossover point in no time, and then
just very barely graze the town of Ebersberg, riding southwards through
its very westernmost road.</p>
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<p>Separating Ebersberg from Grafing, there's a lovely hilltop cycling
route, which has the added bonus of me not having to cycle up to the
hilltop, but being already on it on accounts of just coming down from the
heights.</p>
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<p>Not long afterwards, and I am already in the very heart of Grafing.</p>
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<p>On the other side of Grafing, there's another modest climb, barely even
noteworthy, if not for the fact that it is there that I pass the first
sign pointing to today's destination of Rosenheim.</p>
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<p>And it is also there that I espy today's one and only windmill. Alas,
Bavaria really is the greatest... at avoiding renewable energies. °sigh°</p>
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<p>A little bit further along the road, I happen upon a nice cycleway once
again. Unfortunately, this one only takes me a short way until the village
of Straußdorf ("Ostrich Village").</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Contrary to it's name, though, I do not find any ostriches in there, only
humble chickens are running around freely near the road.</p>
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<p>Following Straußdorf, I take to the back-country roads for a bit, and
that is when the looming Drizzle finally sets in. Fortunately, it does not
last for too long, and is not too intense either, so all things considered
weather-wise everything went reasonably well. Judging from the puddles,
the brunt of the rain must have departed just prior to my arrival, and
that is good. Though the temperatures are still a good deal too low for my
taste.</p>
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<p>Up here, I pass such lovely sounding villages as Pörsdorf ("Pair
Village") and Obstädt ("If City")...</p>
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<p>...before enjoying the wheeee-ful descent down to Aßling along the
steepest segment today, which also happens to be on a well-paved and
straight road so I can just rush down the hill without worrying or
braking. And to make matters even better, I do leave behind the Drizzle
with the heights, and by the time I reach the bottom of the hill, the
weather has improved to Clearance once again.</p>
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<p>In Aßling, I then make my way past the dreaded Martermühle ("Torture
Mill")...</p>
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<p>...and as I make my way through the fields on the other side, I see two
things that I have not seen yet on this entire ride: First a (reasonably)
clear shadow, and then the sun! And even small shreds of blue skies are
visible between the continuous cloud cover.</p>
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<p>Now this weather is what I call a proper Clearance, with memories of
rain, but the sun filtering through every now and then, and thankfully it
should remain as such for the rest of the ride (though the air should
remain regrettably cold still). Which, in fact, should not be for all that
long, for by now I have already covered roughly three quarters of today's
ride, and am presently cycling through the hamlet of Holzen
("Wooding").</p>
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<p>Even with Radian out, however, the recent rains still stifle me, as many
paths, such as this one by the forest's edge, are still covered in mud and
thus impede on my progress.</p>
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<p>Cycling through the back-country here, I come across yet another stream
called Moosach and follow it between two forested hills...</p>
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<p>...before finally making it to the town of Ostermünchen, which is right
next to the railway line and even has its own station. This should mark my
closest approach to the line of this entire ride. Also, with this I have
now offocially crossed over into the county of Rosenheim.</p>
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<p>Following Ostermünchen, I am on the victory road. From here on, there are
no more detours, Geocaches or even navigation necessary as I pretty much
just follow the curving road "straight" to Rosenheim. The road is not at
all busy and mostly goes downhill, so this makes for a very relaxing
finale. Even better, though, I can actually very faintly see the still
snow-covered flanks of the alps on the horizon (the peaks being covered in
clouds).</p>
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<p>Along the way, I pass through the villages of Tattenhausen ("Deed
Housing") and Thonbichl ("Clay Stream")...</p>
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<p>...getting an even better view of the snow-covered mountaintops in the
distance along the way. Did I mention it's still cold?</p>
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<p>Moving on from there, I pass by a very interesting house that has a
zipper on it...</p>
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<p>...before cycling through Deutelhausen ("Pointing Housing"), which is the
very last village before I finally reach Rosenheim.</p>
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<p>Approaching the city, I pass over what is clearly the end of a state
road... but not for long. Construction to extend it as a bypass around
Rosenheim is apparently in progress, and that's great, only I wish that
they'd direct their efforts into building renewable energies and railway
infrastructure instead of more roads.</p>
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<p>A few minutes later, I reach the outskirts of Rosenheim...</p>
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<p>...and as I just so happened to find a nice Airbnb on <em>this</em> side
of the city, it is only a few hundred meters from the city border to my
stay place for these next two nights.</p>
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<p>Check in is quick and uncomplicated, and with that, I have finished the
first segment of this petal. The others should not be so nice, but that's
a tale for later. Before we get to that, let me tell you about...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Place</span></h3>
<p>This time around, I am staying in a big, rustic farmhouse, where my host
rents out a room and his elderly mother tells me that this house dates
back until the time of Napoleon, and looking at it I can easily believe
that.</p>
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<p>"Rustic" also fits my room to an "i", and honestly, I am perfectly fine
with that. No lavish luxury, just a cozy little den for a modest little
fox such as myself. I feel at home here right away.</p>
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<p>The room even comes with a little balcony overlooking not only the
courtyard...</p>
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<p>...but also the mountains in the distance, to which the weather has by
now cleared a remarkably good view. If only tomorrow's weather could be
this nice (spoiler: it won't be).</p>
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<p>This place also features a cozy common room with a kitchen that I can
use...</p>
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<p>...as well as a bathroom with an actually usable shower, unlike the last
place I've been to.</p>
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<p>My room, by the way, also has the most minimalist laptop-friendly
workspace that I've ever seen. Basically, it's just a board on a pair of
props, and yet it does it's job just as well as any expensive desk, and
that's really all I need.</p>
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<p>Oh, and here comes catty company, because what kind of farmyard would be
complete without one of these. Not a scaredy-cat at all, this friendly
feline would regularly keep me company during my stair here. How cute.</p>
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<p>On top of that all, this place has some nice flair, such as with this
magnetic keyboard...</p>
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<p>...or the meme-postcards hanging around, some of which very accurately is
how I feel these days. Here's what they say, clockwise from the top left:</p>
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<ul>
<li>I've got enough sex! Life fucks me every day</li>
<li>Super simple smoothie recipe: 150g bananas; 100g spinach; one lime;
Dunk it all. Open wine. Done.</li>
<li>🚽, how about you?</li>
<li>Is that edible, or is it vegan?</li>
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<p>They also have a loooong Bavarian Alps panorama map, on which I can trace
my route during the Broken Horse Petal. Here's hoping that at least this
ride won't see a debacle like that happening.</p>
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<p>Shopping options are also very conveniently nearby, only about 5 STEPs
away, and take the form of a REWE with a bakery conveniently located
inside.</p>
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<p>One short shopping trip later, I am all set for whipping up my
traditional cycling tour dinner, a delightful plate of Naleiayafero. My
host even lets me use some of their death peppers for an added kick in
this cold.</p>
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<p>And that's it for today, and I have to say that this place is clearly the
best part of this entire petal, for tomorrow I should suffer the...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Choked Chiemsee Chance</span></h3>
<p><i><b>18-April-2023</b></i></p>
<p>I start the next day with a breakfast consisting of some tea, a
cheese-Semmel, and a... Chili Pretzel.Unusual, but definitely great for
these temperatures.</p>
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<p>Also, company, and unlike Jamie and Toledo, this one has absolutely no
qualms about getting on my lap and trying to pilfer my Semmel from there.
Good thing I already have some experience about how to keep felines like
that at bay (see <a href="http://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2017/06/chapter-23-caring-for-carterton.html">Book
1 ~ Chapter 23 ~ The Critters of Carterton</a>).</p>
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<p>Now, today's ride is scheduled to take me to the nearby Chiemsee, which
is also known as the Bavarian Sea, for with an area of almost 80km², it is
the largest body of water contained exclusively within Bavaria. This could
be a fantastic ride with wonderful views of both the Alps and the
Chiemsee, but... unfortunately, the weather starts out as Drizzle, and
whereas I could nicely see the Alps from my balcony yesterday afternoon,
all I see today is grey.</p>
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<p>Stepping out into the light rain, I find that the cat has left me a gift
at the doorstep...</p>
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<p>...and then I am off, out into the Drizzle, hoping that it will get
somewhat better over the course of the day.</p>
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<i><b>Distance:</b> 73.0km</i><br>
<i><b>Ascents:</b> 590m</i><br>
<i><b>Duration:</b> 9.00h</i><br>
<b>7/11 (+1 passed)<span style="color: green;">🎁︎</span></b><br>
<p><a href="https://bikerouter.de/#map=12/47.8202/12.1842/OpenTopoMap,terrarium-hillshading,route-quality&lonlats=12.109903,47.8738;12.103672,47.872892;12.105088,47.864916;12.135483,47.849023;12.145697,47.845233;12.157488,47.852577;12.156479,47.851018;12.169075,47.843695;12.172573,47.846495;12.170845,47.841954;12.166908,47.840087;12.207634,47.838387;12.214758,47.835213;12.253243,47.833382;12.257738,47.833197;12.292049,47.804747;12.349105,47.831421;12.371668,47.836394;12.367569,47.844811;12.368808,47.862888;12.368744,47.86305;12.368309,47.862992;12.360188,47.870798;12.353976,47.878807;12.348225,47.883987;12.353182,47.888375;12.330791,47.886975;12.329879,47.887169;12.326328,47.889888;12.320995,47.891621;12.302477,47.890737;12.283444,47.880104;12.265441,47.892518;12.201326,47.893544;12.192684,47.895595;12.177658,47.898893;12.150106,47.888103;12.13809,47.878176;12.137103,47.860954;12.140955,47.855426;12.135901,47.877984;12.129679,47.881208;12.10938,47.881152;12.108178,47.87547;12.109905,47.873764&profile=shortest">Tour
Map on Bikerouter</a></p>
<p>I had briefly considered going all the way <em>around</em> the Chiemsee
with this ride, but after crunching the numbers I quickly arrived at the
conclusion that this would ad so much more distance to the ride that it
would beat the Century Circadian Circuit (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2020/04/book-iii-chapter-13-corona-and-century.html">Book
III ~ Chapter 13 ~ Corona and the Century Circadian Circuit</a>), and
since I have a long ride ahead of myself tomorrow too, that is definitely
out of the question. Instead, I aim for reaching the southwestern corner
of the Chiemsee, then cycling up the west shore to the northwestern
corner, and then back again. As a pleasant side effect, in doing so I
should also encircle the entirety of the significantly smaller Simssee
("Ledge Lake"), which I recall seeing from above when returning from the
Philippines (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2023/02/book-v-chapter-12-singapore-sprint.html#5_12_flight_munich">Book
V ~ Chapter 12 ~ The Singapore Sprint ~ Heading Home</a>).</p>
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<p>As for the height profile of today's ride... I <em>could</em> elaborate
on that... but instead I think I'm just gonna scream.</p>
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<p>Anyway, that Alpine anathema is yet a good ways off, and at first I have
to cross through Rosenheim. Doing so, I note with a bit of curiosity that
they seem to use the same system of recycling islands as Munich, only with
bigger openings to their containers. This is by no means a certain thing,
because wide parts of Germany use a different system, where all recyclable
materials are put into either a yellow trash bag or a yellow trash can. So
far, I only knew that Munich was the exception, but apparently Rosenheim
is too.</p>
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<p>Incidentally, I am <em>still</em> east of the railway line, and although
I should come close once again - I pass just to the left of the railway
dam - I still should not cross it today. At least not the one continuing
onwards to Kufstein. Like most cities, Rosenheim is a crossroads for
railway lines, and I should cross the eastbound line headed for the
Chiemsee twice on today's ride.</p>
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<p>After the initial sweep across the railway line, I then make a beeline
through Rosenheim by means of the Prinzregentenstraße ("Prince Regent
Road"), Rosenheim's biggest thoroughfare... at least for part of its
length. Here's a less busy segment just before the state road joins it.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Following that road, I pass by the very Turkish-sounding
Görgülü-supermarket, which come to think of it does not actually look like
a supermarket at all, though the EDEKA-Sign clearly brands it as part of
Germany's biggest chain of supermarkets.</p>
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<p>And then, just a little bit further, I have to beware, because as it
turns out, there are volcanoes in the engine shed of Rosenheim right
around this time!</p>
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<p>Moving on past that spectacular sight, I soon cross the Mangfall, which
is one of the major landmarks in this petal, but more about that later.</p>
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<p>Following that, I move through the corner of Rosenheim that is wedged
between the Mangfall and the Inn...</p>
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<p>...before crossing over said river on a rather high bridge.</p>
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<p>From there, I have to go zig-zag a bit until I am back on my intended
course again, and as I do, I pass by an arrangement of angular buildings
known as the Landlmühle ("Country Mill"). As far as I can gather, that's
an eco-friendly association farming green, local produce in this area.</p>
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<p>It is also here that I first encounter the river Sims ("Ledge"), which
flows from the southeastern tip of the Simssee into the Inn not far from
here. In fact, the mighty bridge that I used to cross over the Inn also
crossed over the Sims... and a third stream known as the Rohrdorfer Achen
("Pipe Village Stream") for good measure too.</p>
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<p>And then, there's a bit more zig-zagging as I read the lay of the land
here spectacularly wrong. On the plus side, this leads me past some
interesting riverside locales such as a fluvial T-intersection and rather
idyllic riverscapes...</p>
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<p>...but on the minus side, it's still drizzle, and that turns one field
path that I have to cross into a slippery mud trail that, though flat, is
still absolutely impossible to cross while riding my bike, because my
tires get absolutely zero traction. So I have to get off and push my bike
here, earning this path the award for Field Path of the Day for this day.</p>
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<p>Eventually, I get back on a properly paved round again, and I have to
point out again how satisfying it is to be finally able to move at a
decent speed and with little effort after trudging through muddy paths
where the going was both slow and strenuous.</p>
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<p>By now, I am obviously outside of Rosenheim already, and the next place
that I pass through is the village of Niedermoosen ("Lower Mossing").</p>
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<p>This place marks the border of the Inn plain, and from here on out,
things get a bit more bumpy, though the worst part is only to come a
little bit later.</p>
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<p>Specifically not after the town of Riedering ("Reeds Ring"), which
regrettably is literally the next town over.</p>
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<p>And that is the start of the great and harrowing ascent for today. From
480m in Riedering to 640m in Söllhuben ("Should Heaving"), that is over
150m in one go, and for a distance of roughly 4.5km without any descents
in between. Granted, the gradient is not very steep all the while, ranging
between 2% and 5% for the most part, but such a climb is still a test of
endurance for me, and I have to stop and catch my breath several times on
the way up. On the plus side, however, the Drizzle at least cools me down
nicely, so overheating is not a problem.</p>
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<p>Well, at least I get a lovely view of the Alps from up here... or at
least I <em>would</em> if it wasn't Drizzle! With those blasted clouds,
the visibility is down to roughly 4km, and I can't even see down into the
valley where the A8 highway runs, much less to the majestic peaks on the
far side of said valley, the closest of which are barely 8km away!</p>
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<p>But anyway, after roughly half an hour (which feels like at least two
hours to me) of cycling up the slope, I finally arrive in the hilltop
village of Söllhuben...</p>
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<p>...where I promptly decide to also climb the last few meters to the peak
on the Söllhubner Feld ("Should Heaving Field"), which is located at an
altitude of 654m. </p>
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<p>Once again, this would surely be a great place for a view, but, well, you
know. Drizzle.</p>
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<p>Oh well, at the least, what follows now is a relatively pleasant part of
the ride, with the road going downhill for a while. </p>
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<p>Also, I pass by a house with a mural so vivid and artistic that it won a
price for it. Unfortunately, I can't get a level shot of it on account of
someone having parked their car squat in front of it, and I still haven't
gotten around to equipping Jycily with a sonic cutter.</p>
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<p>My downhill ride ends in the town of Frasdorf ("Grub Village"), which is
also where I pass under the A8 highway, first once, and then back again on
the eastern end of the town.</p>
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<p>What follows thereafter is an alternation of downs and ups, but none
quite as grueling as the climb up to Söllhuben.</p>
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<p>In these parts, there's a number of little curiosities to be found, such
as a farmhouse that is clearly missing a bit of a ramp...</p>
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<p>...as well as the legendary Hare-and-Wallaby-enclosure of Umratshausen
("Around Council Housing"). Of all the animals that I've expected to meet
on my ride today, I have to say that wallabies were considerably far down
the list, shortly before most marine life and laser-raptors.</p>
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<p>From there, it's only a little bit further until the absolute peak of
today's ride, a height just before the town of Hittenkirchen ("Clearing
Churches"). Located at an altitude of 650m, it is from here that one can
get an absolutely fantastic view of the Chiemsee... on clear days, that
is. With the weather <em>still</em> being drizzle, I can just barely make
out the water and the shore of the Herreninsel ("Gentlemen's Island") on
the near shore. For the record, the lake goes on for roughly five times
that distance beyond that.</p>
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<p>But gloomy weather or not, at the very least from here I have a nice
downhill ride, cashing in most of the altitude that I worked so hard to
attain. And while it took me half an hour to climb the 150m on one side,
now I cover 125m downhill within the space of just over 5 minutes.</p>
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<p>At the bottom, I quickly reach the outskirts of Prien, which is one of
those simple yet obscure place names where I have absolutely no idea what
it might mean. I know it is also the name of a river in the area, but that
still doesn't tell us what the name actually means. If you have any idea
then be sure to let me know.</p>
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<p>Anyway, not long thereafter, I get as close to the Chiemsee as roads and
paths will take me at this point, though roughly a hundred meters of
littoral meadows still separate me from the shore.</p>
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<p>Cycling parallel to the shore alongside a not exactly busy road, I come
by a sign reminding car drivers to keep a distance of 1.5m if passing
bicyclists such as myself inside cities, and 2m outside of cities. In
practice, they usually get much closer, so here's an idea: If you hold a
short sword with your arm outstretched, then your reach is something
around 130cm, and with a long sword it's around 160m. So if you go cycling
and are annoyed at cars passing by to close, just keep a pair of swords on
hand and remember: If you can hit them, then they were officially to
close. By extension that also means that if you can ever touch a car with
your hand outstretched, then it is <em>definitely</em> too close!</p>
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<p>A little further on, there's a Mitfahrbank ("Ride-Along Bench"). I really
keep seeing those all over the place, and while I dig the concept, I also
have to note that so far, I have never seen a person sitting on such a
bench, indicating that either they work really well... or really bad. Me
being a Flirial, I'd give people rides every day, only my desire to
actually own a car is about as big as my desire to own a nuclear power
plant. And then, there's always the issue of trust and many humans being
jerks further complicating things.</p>
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<p>But anyway, I also cycle past a neat tree-climbing with a lovely
lake-view...</p>
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<p>...and a little ways from there, I finally get all the way to the shore
of the Chiemsee myself at the promenade of Prien.</p>
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<p>I continue cycling further northwards along the western shore of the
Chiemsee, this following a little path through the woodlands near the
shore...</p>
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<p>...until I eventually reach the Fischhütte Reiter ("Fish Hut Rider"), and
with it the first dry spot in ages. Though Drizzle has since turned to
Clearance, all potential resting spots up until now have been wet and
drenched by the rainfall, so finally finding a roofed place like this is
truly a blessing.</p>
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<p>With no one around to take offense, I simply sit down at one of the
tables and eat my lunch, which today takes the form of a Nussschnecke and
a Schokocroissant, plus a humble Müsli bar. And even if someone had been
around, Bavarian rules say that in a Biergarten ("Beer Garden") such as
this you are allowed to eat your own food so long as you order a drink, so
at worst I could have simply ordered some lemonade and be done with it. As
it is, I get to finish my lunch in the dry and with a bit of a view of the
lake in the distance without any disturbances.</p>
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<p>After recharging my batteries, I soon come across a device where E-Bikes
can recharge <em>their</em> batteries. Unlike those charging stations
where you directly plug in your bike, this one takes the shape of a
cupboard of sorts, featuring six compartments into which you can put your
bike's battery for charging. Interesting.</p>
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<p>Following that, I cycle along another little shore path, this time pretty
close to the water...</p>
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<p>...and then, it is time to say goodbye to the Chiemsee as I pass its
northeastern corner near Riemsting, which is another of those place names
that I'm afraid I'll have to take a rain-check on. Seem to be quite a few
of them here on the shore of the Chiemsee.</p>
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<p>After that, the blissfully flat part of this ride comes to an end as I
scale the ridge separating the Chiemsee from the Simssee, for you see, the
two belong to different local watershed systems: While the Simssee drains
into the Inn in Rosenheim via the Sims, the Chiemsee drains into the Alz
("As"), which only joins the Inn roughly 50km to the north.</p>
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<p>Fortunately, the climb here is only relatively short, taking me across
the railway line from Rosenheim to the Chiemsee for the second time before
putting me on level ground again.</p>
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<p>From there, another pleasant decent awaits me in the area around
Mauerkirchen ("Wall Churches"), what with the Simssee lying roughly 40m
below the Chiemsee.</p>
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<p>It is not far from there that I finally find the Answer ("Antwort").
Curiously, it does not seem to be "42" as I so often surmised, but rather
"Straßenschäden" ("Road Damages").</p>
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<p>Well, I suppose in that case, all I can do is ignore the next Arrow
("Pfeil")...</p>
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<p>...and follow the Thalkirchener Achen ("Valley Churches Stream"), which
is also the main tributary of the Simssee...</p>
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<p>...all the way to the northeastern shore of the Simssee.</p>
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<p>My stay on this elongated lake is short, seeing as I only pass by one of
its two narrow sides, and after that, I am faced with second
AAAAAAAAAA-incline of this ride. Though much shorter than the harrowing
climb up to Söllhuben, this one makes up for it by featuring a peak
gradient of almost 9%, and going up a total of 50m in the space of only a
single kilometre, resulting in an average gradient of 5%. Incidentally, it
is also here just after leaving the shore of the Simssee that I cross the
railway line from Rosenheim to the Chiemsee for the third and last time.</p>
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<p>On the plus side, this should be the last horrible climb for today.
There's still a few ups and downs, but for the moment, I am comfortably
cruising through the uplands, cycling right by Burg 1 ("Castle 1").</p>
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<p>The next town that I pass through goes by the name of Prutting, which is
yet another name that I can't make heads or tails of. Somehow, this whole
area seems to be full of names that are either blatantly obviously, or
outright enigmatic.</p>
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<p>This town is noteworthy for having a pond that is brutally cut in two by
a road, and I can just imagine how that went:</p>
<p>Mayor: "I want a road there."</p>
<p>Clerk: "But Sir! The village pond would be in the way!"</p>
<p>Mayor: "DO I LOOK LIKE I CARE??? BUILD A ROAD THERE I SAID!!!"</p>
<p>Clerk: "Well, okay, I suppose we could build a bridge across..."</p>
<p>Mayor: "<strong>DID I SAY I WANTED A BRIDGE????? I SAID I WANTED A
ROAD!!!!! SO GET TO IT AND BUILD ME MY DAMN ROAD THERE!!!!!!!!!!</strong>"</p>
<p>Clerk: 😥</p>
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<p>A little past that, in the back country of Prutting, I come across
another curiosity: A great old tree with three major trunks that have been
tied together in a triangular fashion in the canopy. I suppose that is
meant to be structural support to prevent the tree from being ripped apart
by its own mass, and it actually makes me happy to see people going the
extra mile to preserve local flora like this.</p>
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<p>One last lake still lies on my route today, and that is The Hofstätter
See ("Farmyard Place Lake"). And here's another curious happenstance: Not
only did I pass today's three lakes in descending order of size, but also
the Hofstätter See is as much smaller than the Simssee as the Chiemsee
(0.57km² < 6.49km² < 79.9km²).</p>
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<p>After that, there's a bit of forest to pass through (come to think of it,
today's ride did not feature a lot of woodlands at all, only a few shorter
passages like this one)...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>...and then I arrive in the village of Haidbichl ("Heath Stream"), which
is also the last village on the eastern tread of the Inn, as far as my
ride today is concerned.</p>
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<p>However, it is here that I come across a yet entirely unprecedented
obstacle: It is a house that instantly draws my eye, and continues to keep
me hostage by means of ever new interesting signs. Whoever lives here has
a good sense of humor! And here's what they say (clockwise):</p>
<ul>
<li>I don't have to be nice anymore. I can buy my own chocolate.</li>
<li>He who follows the herd always runs after the asses!</li>
<li>Beware the stunning dog</li>
<li>BEWARE the mom, dog is harmless</li>
</ul>
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<p>Eventually, I manage to peel myself away from this awesome accumulation
of flair and then find myself in front of yet another strange obstacle
just at the edge of the ridge: This one comes in the form of a red traffic
light with a button and a sign reading "Caution! Call truck-deliverer",
followed by two phone numbers. I ponder the meaning of this for some time
and eventually reach the conclusion that this indicates that the road
ahead is narrow and obscured by the terrain, with limited - if any -
passing areas along the road. However, I also assume that the active
traffic light supersedes the phone number, and so I simply push the button
and wait for the light to turn off, which indeed happens after a short
waiting time.</p>
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<p>True enough, the road turns out to be quite narrow and obscured,
following a valley that may or may not be natural down almost all the way
to the floor of the Inn valley. Fortunately, me riding a bike can zoom
down the road relatively unconcerned since I would not only hear any
trucks coming from around the next corner, but there's also enough road at
the sides of the road that I would be able to pull over and get out of the
way if necessary.</p>
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<p>But I encounter no truck, and soon I unexpectedly find myself within the
factory yard of the legendary St. Leonhard Spring, a manufacturer of
mineral water that is said to have healing properties. Legend has it that
even the ancient Romans already valued this natural spring, and that in
the 18th century it became a famous pilgrimage site. How much of that is
true and how much just clever marketing, I don't know. But it sure is
interesting finding oneself in the middle of several hectoliters of
mineral water all of a sudden.</p>
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<p>From there, I quickly draw closer to the Inn, passing over a dam-way
between a nameless side-channel and the river proper.</p>
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<p>I am now almost back at the river, and yet, ironically, before I actually
get there, I must yet brave the water hazard. Looks like the floodplains
are yet a bit... well... flooded.</p>
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<p>After that, I finally reach the Inn. From here, it is only around 2km
east to my stay place as the Cydaro flies. Unfortunately, however, Jycily
is quite unable of levitation, and since there's no bridge across the
joint Inn and Mangfall until roughly 13km further to the north, I have
little choice but to head south and cross the two separately in Rosenheim
again.</p>
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<p>Thus it happens that I follow the floodplains of the Inn south for
roughly 2.5km - a detour that should not quite be without its own little
curiosities.</p>
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<p>For starters, I encounter a shepherd with a sheep herd of roughly a
hundred heads and a sheepdog, herding his animals just like that on the
floodplains with no fence whatsoever to contain them, a sight that I don't
think I have ever beheld so far, not even in New Zealand. Granted, there
was that one time when I encountered a sheep herd on the road, but even
those were contained by fences on either side (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2017/04/the-takaka-kakapos.html">Book
I ~ Chapter 19 ~ The Takaka Tales</a>).</p>
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<p>Venturing into the riverside woods a bit in search of a Geocache, I also
come across traces of beavers, such as trees with their bark chewed-off,
as well as some smaller trees that have been felled altogether. In fact,
let me use this as an opportunity to clear up a common misconception:
While beavers <em>do</em> eat parts of trees, they are not actually
interested in the wood, which is of little nutritious value. Rather, what
beavers are after when they gnaw on trees is the cambium, the "growth
layer" that leis between the bark and the wood, which is full of
nutrients. If they gnaw beyond that, then that's because they want the
wood as building material for their dams. </p>
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<p>Also, while I certainly don't mind the ongoing Clearance right now, I
have to say that it is somewhat upsetting me how the clouds are breaking
up <em>now</em> and opening up a view to the mountains, now that I am
back down in the valley again.</p>
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<p>Eventually, I cross back over the Inn again by means of a
moderately-sized car bridge...</p>
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<p>...which is also where I come across this adorable little sticker that I
can only wholeheartedly agree with ("Let their little hearts keep beating
on, no one needs fur collars, no one!").</p>
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<p>Then, on the other shore and with it back in Rosenheim again, I follow
the Inn back north, and along the way come across a curious sculpture: A
series of metal silhouette sculptures depicting a traditional ship-train
with horses pulling the ships up the river, and with original proportions
too! These ship-trains were an important part of trade along the river all
the way into the 19th century, when it was replaced by the railroad.</p>
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<p>A little bit further on, I reach the tip of the wedge of land separating
the Mangfall from the Inn. Here, the two become one, and no bridges across
the newly joined river exist for almost 16km downriver from here.</p>
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<p>Well, no <em>complete</em> bridges at any rate. This one looks like
someone decided to build a footbridge across the river, got started, but
then realized "Whoa, wait, no! That's gonna be <em>expensive</em>!", and
then just let it be.</p>
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<p>More interesting things abound on this little wedge of land - which is
also known as the Innspitz ("Inn Point") - such as this quartet of caged
and overgrown lawnmowers...</p>
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<p>...or the mysterious talking path, which has a message worked into its
pavement if you look carefully, and follow the path for a while.</p>
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<p>Anyway, across the Mangfall I go here, and then I follow the Inn further
to the north...</p>
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<p>...until I eventually reach the "Your Bridge Here"-place, where I was
standing on the far shore of the Inn over an hour ago, really wishing
there was a way across there.</p>
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<p>Moving on, away from the Inn I go, and now the road is straight and
quick, leading me almost directly back to my stay place.</p>
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<p>Yet along the way, I still come across the odd tiny rock bench...</p>
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<p>...as well as a clever little sign advertising: "Freebie weeds for
self-pickers!"</p>
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<p>And then, after a harrowing and somehow unfulfilling ride - which
nonetheless featured a number of little curiosities - I am back at my stay
place. That evening, I warm up the leftovers of yesterday's
Naleiayafero...</p>
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<p>...before going to bed. There's another big day waiting for me tomorrow,
but before we get to that, let us take care of...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Retrospective</span></h3>
<p>I had my own single room here, this time with a properly working door
too, and the bathroom, though shared, had a proper shower to make up for
it. Food, as usual, was not included, apart from a few basic cooking
supplies, but the atmosphere was very familiar and welcoming (though it
did get a bit loud at night). The bed, though comfy, was a little bit
sweaty, which is something that happens to me with certain fabrics.
Location-wise, this place was sublime, with shopping nearby, and although
public transport options are not so good here, the view and generally nice
area more than made up for it. Finally, the free WiFi worked, I had a
kitchen to cook my food, the temperature was comfortable, and the cute cat
kept me company. Also, the price-value ratio was one of the best I've yet
encountered in Germany, making this definitely one of the better places
I've stayed in on my travels.</p>
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<p>Now, with that taken care of, let us embark on the last - and worst -
part of this dreary Dragon Petal, which I will forever remember as the...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Mangy Mangfall Malaise<br>
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<i><b>19-April-2023</b></i><br>
<p>I'd say that this day has a problem... but that would be an
understatement. More accurately, this whole day <em>is</em> a problem. If
you looked at the weather forecast for today and asked yourself "Is this a
good day for a bike tour", then the indubitable and blatantly obvious
answer to that would be:</p>
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<p>The basic problem with today is that the day starts with Drizzle, and
ends with Storm. And here I am, having maneuvered myself into a bike ride
in the middle of this wretched weather by courtesy of Ashley. I know I
could theoretically always cancel the Petal and take the train back home,
but... I don't wanna. I'd rather see things through to the end, even if
they get uncomfortable along the way, because that's just who I am. I
don't give up unless I'm entirely out of options, and so my plan for today
is to get up as early as possible to try and get back home before the
onset of the Storm... or at the very least as early as possible in order
to avoid as much of the Storm as possible. Thus, I get up at 5:00 in the
morning, and at this time of the year that means it's still pitch dark
outside.</p>
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<p>Breakfast takes the shape of a Chocolate Croissant and a regular Pretzel,
along with some Sencha (high-grade Japanese green tea)...</p>
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<p>...and despite the early hour, the cat - infiltrating the house via the
balcony - comes to keep me company as I get ready for departure with the
light slowly waxing outside.</p>
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<p>Stealing away like a burglar in the... well... morning, I leave another
empty room behind...</p>
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<p>...and my departure is only observed by the cat, who keeps me company all
the way to the door and beyond.</p>
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<p>Thus begins the last part of this perditious Petal, which in its
composition should play out a lot like a proper year in Against the Storm,
starting with Drizzle.</p>
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<p> </p>
<i><b>Distance:</b> 85.0km</i><br>
<i><b>Ascents:</b> 360m</i><br>
<i><b>Duration:</b> 9.25h</i><br>
<b>6/8 (+2 passed +2 skipped)<span style="color: green;">🎁︎</span></b><br>
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<p>The basic theme of today's ride is quite simple: Follow the Mangfall
until the Knie ("Knee"), where it suddenly turns south at an acute angle,
then make as much of a beeline as the terrain allows for the
Großhesseloher Brücke, and from there more or less straight back home.</p>
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<p>This simplistic plan also makes for a very straightforward height
profile, as well as one of my shallowest crossings of THE BORDER.
Basically, following the Mangfall upstream from Rosenheim makes for a
steady, yet very shallow climb all the way to Feldkirchen ("Field
Churches"), after which I have to climb across the Knie. But that's
already the only major climb of this entire ride, and it isn't even <em>that</em>
bad. With 130m of altitude over 4km, it is comparable in incline with
yesterday's first AAAAAAAAAA, but both shorter and lower, if only by a
little bit. And after that, it's downhill almost all the way, with only a
few minor climbs near Kreuzstraße ("Cross Road"), and one last major bump
shortly after Oberhaching ("Upper Snatching"). Even the Isar valley
between Grünwald and München only makes a small dent in it on account of
the Großhesseloher Brücke being a railway bridge, and thus by necessity
having to cross the valley at a high elevation and with minimal gradients,
lest the trains get stuck in the middle.</p>
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<p>Whereas yesterday led me straight through the core of Rosenheim, today
I'm travelling tangentially to the town's territory, thus the track
traverses trails that take me through fields, and the paths there are more
than just a little bit wet. Fortunately, this path is pretty solid, so
despite the Drizzle I make good progress.</p>
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<p>My way briefly takes me into the more urban areas of the eastern
outskirts of Rosenheim...</p>
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<p>...but before long, I reach the Mangfall - which at this point is split
into the main river and a channel - at which point I turn east and leave
Rosenheim behind.</p>
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<p>For the next 2.5km or so, I should proceed along this trail, running
between the Mangfall and its channel, which at the narrowest part are less
than 15m apart, the Mangfall being to my left, and the channel to my
right.</p>
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<p>Eventually, this elongated strip of inter-fluvial land widens enough to
hold a cemetery, houses, companies, and a curious sculpture labeled as the
"Brücke der Freundschaft" ("Bridge of Friendship").</p>
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<p>Meanwhile, I cross over to the south bank of the Mangfall by means of a
more functional bridge, and in doing so get to see an interesting
segmented cascade. I wonder if that's natural in origin, or arose as part
of some renaturalization project.</p>
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<p>From there, I keep on cycling along the dam-way on the southern shore of
the Mangfall for quite some time. Under grey skies, along a grey river,
and with the Drizzle sometimes intensifying, and sometimes fading. It
could have been a nice ride in fair weather, but as things are, the best
news are that I'm making good progress, thus improving my odds of getting
back home before the Storm.</p>
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<p>After roughly 8km up the Mangfall, I pass by the city of Bad Aibling
("Bath Yew-let"), which is located on the northern shore of the Mangfall.
It doesn't have any particular relevance for <em>this </em>Chapter, but
you may want to keep it in mind for a future chapter, where it might be of
some relevance.</p>
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<p>One thing of note is that this area is littered with a
mega-freacking-HUGE amount of Frog-Geocaches, that is, Geocaches that you
can only fish from their hiding places in trees with a 10-feet-pole. These
are always quite annoying to me, because they appear as normal caches on
the Geocaching map when I download them so I don't know that I have no
chance of actually getting them until I stand right in front of them. And
while normally this is still <em>kinda</em> okay, this particular area
has been hit hard by an enthusiast who placed several dozen such caches
along the Mangfall, meaning that only about 1 in 10 of all caches around
here is <em>not</em> a Frog-Cache. Normally it's quite the other way
around, with only 1 in 10 or 20 caches being of the kind that - while
visible - is physically out of my reach.</p>
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<p>Eventually, the path gets routed off the dam-way for some time without
any better reason other than make the alternative path the winner of
today's field path of the day. Objectively, this one is not so bad, but
still, Drizzle, mud and wet grass make for a bad combination for cycling.</p>
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<p>And to make bad things worse, the Drizzle gets stronger yet again, and my
pants end up getting thoroughly drenched as a result. And once again, the
water-resistant spots that resulted from my failed bicycle-repair attempts
during the Broken Horse Petal become clearly visible (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2023/03/book-v-chapter-13-project-petal-part-8.html#7_13_walchensee">Woe
at the Walchensee</a>).</p>
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<p>After some time, there's a chance to get back up the dam-way again, and
while that does not diminish the Drizzle, at least it makes the going a
bit easier.</p>
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<p>Roughly 16km up the river, I cross back over to the north bank of the
Mangfall by means of a small pedestrians' bridge, and that should be the
last time I cross the Mangfall... at least on this ride.</p>
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<p>There, I encounter the railway line from Rosenheim to Holzkirchen, and my
route leads alongside it for a bit.</p>
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<p>And by the way,that's not a big signpost...</p>
<p></p>
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<p>...<strong><em>that's</em></strong> a bike signpost!</p>
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<p>After that, I keep on following the north bank of the Mangfall for a bit,
and thankfully the Drizzle shifts into Clearance by now. Not a very sunny
Clearance, mind you, but at least the rain stops for a bit.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>I keep following the Mangfall until the village of Feldolling ("Field
Olden")...</p>
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<p>...where I finally leave it behind, right around km 24.354 from it's
mouth.</p>
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<p>From there, I proceed across an open field...</p>
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<p>...right towards the town of Feldkirchen, where I've yet to encounter any
churches.</p>
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<p>And now, I'm in for the dread ascent of today. The climb up the incline
in Feldkirchen is legendary, and my father still remembers stories from
his childhood when he just barely made it up this very slope with his car
in the snow and in the back mirror watched as a mobile home behind him
lost traction and went crosswise over the road.</p>
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<p>Fortunately, today we don't have snow - though it still is cold - and
there's a cycling/footpath that I can use instead of the road. Even so,
this <em>is</em> still a very steep climb with peaks of over 10%
gradient, so while I am able to cycle up all the way eventually without
pushing, I still have to make quite a few breaks in between to catch my
breath.</p>
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<p>Eventually, however, I <em>do</em> reach the top, and that brings some
relief as the landscape levels up a bit there.</p>
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<p>It is also up here that I cross over the route of my very first Petal
Ride to the Thalhäusl (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2019/11/book-iii-chapter-8-project-petal-part-1.html">Book
III ~ Chapter 8 ~ Project Petal Part 1 ~ To The Thalhäusl</a>) near the
village of Oberreit.</p>
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<p>Back then, I came down from nearby Blindham ("Blind Have"), and continued
down the slope on a road that had an even more brutal incline, such as
this one.</p>
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<p>And whereas that time I was mostly going along the main roads, this time
around I am taking the back roads through little villages such as
Altenburg ("Old Castle")-</p>
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<p>There, I come across what I imagine must be the remains of said old
castle. Looks like they are presently in the process of massively
upgrading them to Haus 365 ("House 365"). I wonder if that's supposed to
be Bill Gates' new summer residence?</p>
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<p>There's quite a few small villages crammed together on this little ledge
of land, with the next one being Aschbach ("Ash Stream"), which
interestingly begins shortly before Altenburg ends.</p>
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<p>Yet after that, there are no more villages for a time, on account of more
mountainous terrain, which I naturally have to climb.</p>
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<p>Now this terrain is the very reason why the Mangfall, coming squat from
the south and heading straight north up until this point, seemingly
destined to merge with the Isar goes "Hahah! LoL! No! There's no way I'm
going over that! Fuck that ridge, I'm turning southeast and flowing into
the Inn" at this point. I'm sure the geological process by which this
peculiar run formed must be quite fascinating.</p>
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<p>But anyway, this climb, though kinda steep again, is still nothing
compared to the one right after Feldkirchen, an so, I eventually reach the
topmost point of today's ride at 680m and with reasonable effort. Now, I
don't know if this peak has an official name, but I'm just gonna call it
the Kniekappe ("Knee Cap").</p>
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<p>It is also up here that I cross over into the Landkreis Miesbach ("Crappy
Stream County").</p>
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<p>Now, for those of you that plan to cycle up the Kniekappe, I can only
suggest going up the east side - like I did - because the other side had a
10% incline again, which is considerably more fun to race than than to
tread up.</p>
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<p>And race down I do, getting enough momentum to race right through the
first village in the lowlands on the other side, which is fittingly called
Grub ("Pit"), and even more fittingly belongs to the municipality of
Valley ("Tal").</p>
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<p>After that, I cycle through a stretch of flat land, which I'm not sure
whether to call uplands or lowlands. On one hand, they are a goof 75m
above the valley of the Mangfall, yet on the other hand, they are still
surrounded by hills on all the sides that are <em>not</em> the valley of
the Mangfall. Oh well.</p>
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<p>Anyway, it is here that I come across another "mythic" place of sorts,
and that is Kreuzstraße. Literally everyone in Munich will know the name
of this place, since it is the terminus of one of the S-Bahn lines, and as
a child, when the S-Bahn lines were still routed differently, the S1 from
Moosach which I frequently used was headed for Kreuzstraße, so I boarded
the train for Kreuzstraße hundreds of times, but never once rode it to the
end. And now that I finally get to see this place, it is not by train but
rather by bike that I get here. I have to say that for an S-Bahn terminus,
this is rather anticlimactic. Unlike literally <em>all</em> the other
S-Bahn termini, which are all towns of varying sizes, Kreuzstraße is a
tiny village of only a little more than 100 inhabitants and not even 40
houses. It consists mainly out of the two roads forming the eponymous
crossroads, and little more. By contrast, the second-smallest terminus
town, Mammendorf, has almost 5,000 inhabitants.</p>
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<p>Well, I suppose the railway lines need to end somewhere, and apparently
it was too much effort to extend the railroad down into the Mangfall
valley into the significantly larger Feldkirchen. That much I can
understand. However, what I can't understand is why in the name of Dragon
they did not simply extend the S-Bahn line one single stop further along
the <em>already existing</em> railroad track, because then it would have
terminated in the significantly larger town of Holzkirchen, which
incidentally is already the terminus of another S-Bahn line, so people
would also have been able to profit from a more interconnected network
(kinda like how the Munich airport is also reachable by two lines).</p>
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<p>But enough of that. Cycling north from that crossroads, I realize that I
must have grazed the county of Miesbach near its northernmost end, because
after no time at all I already find myself within the county of Munich.</p>
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<p>Shortly after that, I deviate from the paved paths, and head into the
nearby Hofoldinger Forst ("Farmyard Ravine Forest"), which covers an area
of at least 40km² (or more, depending on how much of its appendixes you
include). And within that forest, my first destination is the Grotte
("Grotto"). Interestingly, this is also where I meet the first person in a
long time who is truly outside today, and some distance from the nearest
house or other shelter.</p>
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<p>I manage to find the Grotte without much trouble, despite the fact that
it turns out to look exactly how I didn't expect it to look. Turns out
this is actually a little chapel, in which stands enshrined a statue of
Mary, carved into the hollow of an oak tree. A nearby plaque informs me
that this used to be an open-air installation, until in the early 20th
century the oak - which used to be a flourishing tree - got zapped by
lightning, and the top had to be cut off. After that, the roof structure
was erected around the site, and ever since that it has been called the
Mariengrotte ("Mary Grotto").</p>
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<p>What follows next is a looooooooooong mostly ride through the forest,
mostly along a straight road. In fact, this <em>is</em> kinda similar to
my ride to Rosenheim in the Ebersberger Forst, though back then I was a
bit more relaxed, and this time I am hastening as fast as sustainably
possible in order to get back home before the Storm. In fact, it turns out
that both of those "straight forest segments" were pretty much exactly 5km
long. What a coincidence!</p>
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<p>Soon I come across the old Römerstraße ("Roman Road"), which follows the
run of the ancient Roman Via Julia running from Augsburg all the way to
Salzburg. It runs south of Munich, and I'm sure I already crossed path of
its run here and there on previous Petals, though at this point it's hard
to piece together when and where. Maybe I'll endeavor to follow it's run,
one of these days. For now, I follow it only for a few kilometres, as it
happens tu run just the way I need to be going right now</p>
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<p>A little ways down the Römerstraße, I finally come across a paved road
again...</p>
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<p>...which I completely ignore and proceed a little bit further along the
Römerstraße...</p>
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<p>...at least until I arrive at an obstacle which I am almost certain was
not here in the times of the ancient Romans. But who knows, maybe in a few
thousand years, remnants of those highways will be all that's left of <em>our</em>
civilization.</p>
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<p>By now, it is already past noon, and I am starting to get hungry. Yet
with that threatening sky hanging above me I really do not want to just
sit down anywhere out in the open (and all such places would be drenched
anyways). So, instead of navigating back to the Römerstraße on the other
side of the highway, I instead follow the highway access road to the
nearby town of Sauerlach ("Angry Laugh"), hoping to find some sort of
shelter there.</p>
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<p>True enough, as I approach the S-Bahn station here, I come past a
playground that features a little roofed shelter.</p>
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<p>And although every surface of the shelter is covered in crude graffiti of
one sort or another, at the very least it's dry, and so I can sit down and
eat my lunch here with relative peace of mind. Lunch, that is a
Mohnschnecke ("Poppy Snail") and a piece of baked goods that is
effectively two layers of cookie with jam in between and one half
chocolate-glazed, which goes by the poetic name of Flammende Liebe
("Burning Love").</p>
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<p>After that break, I follow the northward road towards Taufkirchen
("Baptism Churches") for a while...</p>
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<p>...and then turn off into the forest for yet another time.</p>
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<p>Emerging from the forest, I realize that what little luck I had on this
ride may be about to expire, as I notice the darker clouds in the north,
which is regrettably the direction that I'm going. One little solace is
that these clouds seem to be more towards the east, and I need to go more
towards the west. However, even so, at this point I already mentally
prepare myself for the onset of the Storm.</p>
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<p>But before that, cycling through the outskirts of Oberhaching, I still
get the honor of cycling upon a freshly-laid sidewalk. And with
freshly-laid I mean that I literally pass by the construction workers
working on the next section.</p>
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<p>The first drops of rain begin to fall as I follow a field path running
right outside the Autobahnring ("Highway Circle")...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>...and by the time I cycle through a little fir tree grove in the
Grünwalder Forst ("Green Wood Forest"), the Clearance has officially come
to an end.</p>
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<p>Bright though it may be, it is still quite rainy, which makes the ground
quite muddy, and also renders me unable to navigate by my phone-map,
because the raindrops falling on the display register as touches and mess
everything up. Now, normally that would not be a big problem, but the
issue here is that the paths in this part of the forest are quite
twisty-turny, and not at all straightforward, so I end up going a bit
zig-zag here, along paths some of which are not even on the map.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>However, eventually I do manage to reach the railway line which is going
across the same bridge that I, too, am intending to cross. So that's about
as good a track to follow as it gets, even if the path near it is not
particularly bike-friendly in this wet weather.</p>
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<p>Meanwhile, a very welcome sight indeed is this nearby underpass beneath
the railway line nearby. Stopping in the dry spot beneath, I take this
opportunity to take out my trusty tri-Comm and plot a course to the
Großhesseloher bridge with the following three requirements in mind:</p>
<ol>
<li>It should lead over roads that are reasonably solid</li>
<li>It should be as short as possible</li>
<li>It should be easy to memorize, so I won't have to navigate again until
I reach the bridge, which is the next guaranteed dry spot that I know of</li>
</ol>
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<p>Of those "reasonably solid" ends up being the dump-requirement as I end
up focusing on easy-to-remember route that leads me across the grid-like
forest roads, which I assume are at least basically okay. Here's roughly
how I memorized it:</p>
<ul>
<li>After the underpass, do a right-left-right combo</li>
<li>Follow the forest road until just before it becomes just a minor
forest path, then turn right</li>
<li>Just before that road would lead you beneath the railroad tracks
again, turn left</li>
<li>Follow that path until you fall into the Isartal ("Isar Valley"), then
turn right</li>
</ul>
<p>Interestingly, the first forest road that I take also runs along the
Munich reservoir overflow channel, which as a matter of fact seems to be
quite full. </p>
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<p></p>
<p>Moving on from there, I come by some sort of construction work where
major insulated pipes are being laid parallel to the forest road. I wonder
what they are being used for. Teleheating?</p>
<p></p>
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<p>After just a little bit longer, I reach the Isartal, which at this point
does not look very impressive on account if it being covered in trees.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Now I have just one last obstacle to clear...</p>
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<p>...and then I am safely within my next dry spot: The Großhesseloher
Brücke, where there's a joint bike- and footpath beneath the railroad
tracks above, and a solid roof separating the two. You could say it's a
bridge and an underpass simultaneously.</p>
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<p>Though, as I have to find out, "dry" is a relative term here, since the
whipping winds from the north blow rain halfway across the bridge.</p>
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<p>But rain or no, at the very least the vantage point from atop the bridge
offers a great view up and down the Isar valley.</p>
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<p>It does, however, also leave me dreadfully exposed to the notably cold
winds, and so I end up taking shelter near the far end of the bridge where
it ends in a small concrete structure that offers at least basic
protection.</p>
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<p>I had planned to look for two more Geocaches along the ride, but with the
Storm having come, those are now officially cancelled, and my prime goal
is to now get home with as little navigating and detours as possible. For
starters, that includes cycling through the roads of the suburban areas of
Munich, which I have now officially entered...</p>
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<p>...as well as taking advantage of any underpasses along the way to dry
and warm up a little bit while navigating the next segment of the ride.</p>
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<p>Even so, I inadvertently end up taking wrong turns and little detours
every now and then...</p>
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<p>...which I only notice when I find the next little roof to stand under
and check my map.</p>
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<p>Eventually, however, I manage to find my way to a major thoroughfare,
which I figure I can more or less follow all the way back to Laim, and
from there I'll be able to find my way back home without problems.
(Naturally, with all of this being part of my territory, I would have been
able to find my way back home without navigating <em>eventually</em>, but
with the Storm drenching me I really wanted to get back home by the
fastest route possible).</p>
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<p>That abandonment of all further navigation brings with it an advantage: I
can finally equip my winter gloves, because it is in fact so cold by now
that my hands are getting stiff. That is the first time I've had to equip
those gloves on a Petal Ride!</p>
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<p>Also, my pants are so thoroughly drenched that by now even the
aforementioned water-repelling stains on it are starting to get hard to
see. So much for waterproof.</p>
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<p>As for a straightforward path back home... it turns out that this applies
only to cars, while pedestrians and bicyclers such as myself are forced to
take a <em>ridiculously</em> convoluted path to get across the A95
highway.</p>
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<p>But anyway, after that, I am finally on the victory road, which in this
case is the Fürstenrieder Straße ("Lord's Reed Street"), and another
5km-straight-segment, but through urban canyons instead of forests this
time around (though there <em>are</em> some trees around).</p>
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<p>After that last long straight stretch, I arrive at the Laimer underpass,
which at this time is still closed to cars for construction, though
fortunately not for pedestrians and bicyclers. I guess this time it's the
cars' turn to take the scenic route around.</p>
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<p>On the last stretch back home, the Storm intensifies yet again as I cycle
around the back of the Nymphenburger Schlosspark...</p>
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<p>...and then, finally, I arrive back home at the Fox Loft.</p>
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<p>Thoroughly drenched, of course, but since this section has already gotten
kinda long, I'll tell you more about that when we get to...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Road Ahead</span></h3>
<p>So, here I am, back at the Fox Loft, and drenched to the bone. Even my
camera is drenched!</p>
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<p>In fact, the first thing I do upon returning home is hang up my <em>shoes</em>
to dry.</p>
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<p>And my pants feature a new and exciting pattern of wet and dry spots that
seem to be of some interest to Jamie, one of my two cats.</p>
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<p>Finally, my three tails are also quite wet and need to be hung up for
some drying.</p>
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<p>And thus ends this wretched, premature Petal Ride, which I advanced one
month for the sake of Ashley, who should not show up the following day,
leaving a fox heartbroken. But life goes on, somehow, and there's still
two more petals to complete, as well as one petal to fix. And yet, they
should have to wait, because a number of other exciting (and considerably
less rainy) adventures should await me. So if you want to know more about
them, be sure to stay tuned for the next chapter of the Travelling Fox
Blog!</p>
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<body><a name="7_15_top"> </a><b>Table of Contents</b><br>
<ul>
<li><a href="#7_15_title">Part 9 ~ The Petal of the Wolf</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_15_ascents">Ample Ascents Around Allach and Altomünster</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_15_place">The Place</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_15_shopping">Goods from the Gallery</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_15_adelsried">Approaching Adelsried</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_15_retrospective">The Retrospective</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_15_gap">Gaming the Gap</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_15_ahead">The Road Ahead</a></li>
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<p>This should be my final ride for 2022. Starting just a few days after
Elgen broke up with me, I welcome the opportunity to physically exhaust
myself and hopefully clear my mind a little. Since my last two directions
were straight north and south, and I already did the straight east and
west petals, this time around I head towards west-north-west, thus
choosing...<br>
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<h1><span style="color: orange;">Part 9 ~ The Petal of the Wolf</span></h1>
<i><b>24-October-2022 - 26-October-2022</b></i>
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<p>My target destination for this ride is the nearby city of Augsburg, which
holds some significance for me. Living in the northwest of Munich,
Augsburg is <em>the</em> next city, and during my life I have met a few
people who lived in Augsburg and worked in Munich, taking the train each
day, which takes about an hour. The son of my father's girlfriend used to
live there too with his wife, and as a matter of fact, I tried to visit
them a few times, but it never worked out, and by now they have moved
somewhere else. So now I've simply booked an Airbnb and set out towards
Augsburg, exploring the terrain between here and there as I go. As it
turns out, there are...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Ample Ascents Around Allach and Altomünster</span></h3>
<i><b>24-October-2022</b></i><br>
<i><b>Distance:</b> 72.0km</i><br>
<i><b>Ascents:</b> 450m</i><br>
<i><b>Duration:</b> 7.75h</i><br>
<b>5/9<span style="color: green;">🎁︎</span></b><br>
<p><a href="https://bikerouter.de/#map=11/48.2756/11.2630/standard&lonlats=11.479908,48.183684;11.460671,48.199936;11.458011,48.201252;11.451294,48.231575;11.447539,48.239881;11.446563,48.242017;11.446381,48.242903;11.446155,48.24356;11.444407,48.248982;11.434257,48.257756;11.434718,48.25942;11.432991,48.259863;11.432573,48.260277;11.431983,48.26132;11.430738,48.26594;11.421136,48.268334;11.419918,48.270758;11.387758,48.323153;11.380634,48.359493;11.378478,48.360184;11.377298,48.359964;11.375206,48.359957;11.366386,48.359607;11.358833,48.359642;11.351452,48.359116;11.340358,48.358259;11.336582,48.357746;11.331131,48.35843;11.32566,48.359927;11.322312,48.368421;11.263325,48.378673;11.261158,48.380354;11.259463,48.383332;11.250172,48.384635;11.220989,48.382653;11.167345,48.401767;11.165156,48.402383;11.160479,48.392254;11.150007,48.39258;11.145179,48.390061;11.127906,48.386215;11.112757,48.384618;11.110396,48.382879;11.062889,48.404353;10.995898,48.403507;10.987873,48.403109;10.956459,48.405604;10.902496,48.364233">Tour
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<p>As I set out, my route takes my north-north-west at first, which is
clearly an inauspicious direction. Not only are there a lot of hills and
ups and downs that way, but I should also end up getting quite wet once
again, as I did the last time I embarked in that direction (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2022/08/book-v-chapter-6-project-petal-part-7.html#rain">A
Song of Rain and Sunburn</a>). Now, the interesting thing about Augsburg
is, there's already a natural petal shape in that direction, formed by the
A8 highway and the train route. Roughly following those contours, my theme
for my ride to Augsburg is to stay north of the A8 the entire time. As
such, my route first takes me north to Dachau, after which things start
getting hilly. The next destination is Markt Indersdorf ("Market Indian's
Village"), where the river Glonn ("Shine") cuts a valley through the
hills... unfortunately not in the direction I'm heading. There, I turn
west, pass by Altomünster, eventually cross the valley of the legendary
Paar, and a few more hills later make my way into the Lech valley in which
Augsburg is located.</p>
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<p>Admittedly, the weather does not look all that flash when I set out, but
since I've already booked the Airbnb and all I figure I might as well give
it a shot and maybe I'll get lucky.</p>
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<p>Now, one good thing about going in that direction is that I'm out of the
city in a matter of 20 minutes tops, and then I get to cycle across the
lovely landscape.</p>
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<p>One relaxing ride later, and I am already at Dachau, where the palace of
Dachau stands imposingly atop the hills that mark the end of the Munich
gravel plain in that direction.</p>
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<p>However, you will notice that I mentioned hills, and that means that the
ride is gonna get a lot tougher from here on out. In fact, the very first
ascent right here and now is the steepest one of the entire ride. On a
plus note, however, I need to get off and push anyway since this is a
one-way road.</p>
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<p>And speaking of ascents and inclines, here's the height profile for
today's ride. The ride to Dachau is actually mildly downhill, and then
things start getting a bit bumpy. The worst parts are actually right
before Altomünster, and then thereafter, where I reach my peak altitude of
540m at the Pfaffenberg ("Priest Mountain") near Pfaffenhofen ("Preist
Farmyard"). After that, there's more ups and downs, and I eventually reach
the lowest point as I cross the Paar at 460m. So I manage to rack up quite
a few meters of altitude despite the maximum amplitude being only 80m.
Finally, I go down into the Lech valley by means of a steep downhill
segment that I really, really, really, really, <strong><em>really </em></strong>hope
I won't have to cycle up again at some point on my return trip, and after
that it's a smooth and gradual incline for the remainder of the way until
Augsburg.</p>
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<p>Having passed through Dachau, I next make my way into the hills through
rural roads and forests. The signs of autumn are all around me, and while
many trees still sport fresh green verdure, others have already shed their
foliage and red and orange leaves litter the wet roads.</p>
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<p>Eventually, I get out into the open and pass south of the two windmills
north of Dachau...</p>
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<p>...and then make my way through the relatively flat uplands of Dachau by
means of idyllic cycling highways near not-at-all-busy roads. The weather
is still dry too, although the sky is threatening, and I wonder how long
it will hold. All in all, this is the most enjoyable part of today's ride
though, and I manage to leave at least some of my worries behind for the
time being.</p>
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<p>Up there, I pass through little hamlets such as Unterhandenzhofen
("Underhanded Farmyard") where horses graze the pastures...</p>
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<p>...and eventually pass through Niderroth ("Lower Red"), where I briefly
cross over to the west of the legendary A-line for Altomünster (now part
of the S2). That line takes a bit of a roundabout run through the hills
here. Incidentally, the town sign looks like some drunk driver
accidentally missed the road by a bit.</p>
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<p>The next place I pass through is Ried ("Reed")...</p>
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<p>...where I happen upon a four-exit traffic circus built with commendable
determination, complete with cycling and foot paths being routed all
around and across little traffic isles in the middle... and it is full of
determination that one of the four exits purposefully heads east towards a
field, and then abruptly stops.</p>
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<p>Moving on, I next reach Markt Indersdorf, where I not only cross back
over to the east of the A-line...</p>
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<p>...but also cross the Glonn, which is either a little river or a small
stream, roughly the same size as the Würm.</p>
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<p>It is also there that I come across a cleverly disguised geocache. Hidden
in plain sight, no one who isn't looking for it would notice it because
nothing looks out of place.</p>
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<p>Also, I notice that I'm officially in the rural parts of Bavaria now
since I pass by a Bixnmacherei ("Can Makery"), which is a playful sign put
up by new parents to announce the birth of a female child. Founded on the
Bavarian dialect - where "Bixn" was also used to refer to a girl - this
once wide-spread custom can now only be found in the rural pats of the
country.</p>
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<p>After Markt Indersdorf, I turn off the paved roads for the first time
today and follow various field paths west. By now, I have actually already
cleared all of my required distance towards the north, and Augsburg is
actually located precisely to the west of here. However, since my theme
for today is staying north of the highway until I reach the Lech plain, I
should later on still head a little bit further to the north.</p>
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<p>I briefly get to ride on a paved road again as I pass through the village
of Albersbach ("Silly Stream")...</p>
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<p>...but that is only a short reprieve, and afterwards I have to make my
way across the Field Path of the Day. Fortunately, this one is a rather
tame winner of this award.</p>
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<p>On the plus side, that path is only relatively short, and I get to ride
on a dirt road again soon, but on the minus side, the weather is starting
to look more and more gloomy. At this point, I'm afraid it's only a matter
of time before the heavens open up.</p>
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<p>Sure enough, by the time I reach Riedhof ("Reed Yard"), a light drizzle
has begun to fall, and regrettably, it's gradually getting stronger.</p>
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<p>By the time I reach Schluttenberg ("Chasm Mountain"), the drizzle has
matured into stage 2 rain...</p>
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<p>...and as I cross over into the county of Altomünster, it has become
proper stage 3 rain. That's normal rainfall, and I know that my trusty
coat Krevyasz can handle it for about 15 minutes without soaking
through... which unfortunately means that since I still am several hours
away from my destination and the rain doesn't look like it's gonna let up
in the near future, there's an approximate 100% chance that I'll get a
breach and end up soaking wet.</p>
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<p>The next place I pass through on this now rainy ride is Deutenhofen
("Pointing Farm Yard"), which is not only remarkable for the bright read
bushes near the road... </p>
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<p>...but also by this house, where clearly a very determined architect did
not let himself be stopped by the fact that his house was too big to fit
the lot, or that there was a road in the way, so he found a very clever
solution for that conundrum. Here's hoping no tall trucks ever try driving
by there.</p>
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<p>Also, if you thought that last traffic circus with the dead exit was
already interesting, here's something even better. This streamlined
traffic circus has absolutely no unnecessary exits whatsoever!</p>
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<p>The final village I pass before Altomünster is Stumpfenbach ("Dull
Stream")...</p>
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<p>...where I pass by the male equivalent of aforementioned Bixnmacherei: A
Lumpnmacherei ("Rag Makery"), from "Lump" which is a Bavarian term for
"Boy". Welcome Tobias, whose birthday is three days before and 35 years
after my own. That means that little guy is now 23 days old!</p>
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<p>Just a little bit further, and I arrive at Altomünster, where I ride past
the northern terminus of the railway line. Funnily, I've never gone here
by train, but it's now already the second time that I've been here by
bike.</p>
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<p>Moving on, I fight my way through the rain across the highest ridges of
this ride. On the plus side, there aren't many cars around, but a few of
them <em>do </em>brave the rain.</p>
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<p>And while the climb is definitely noticeable, it is at least manageable
and steady at roughly 2%, so although I reach the highest point of my ride
at Pfaffenhofen, it doesn't really look like it because there are no steep
hills around.</p>
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<p>But my legs <em>do</em> notice the difference, and so here I am, tired,
drenched and heartbroken. At least the first two more immediate concerns
do somewhat distract me from the third, and as I reach the village of
Wollomoos ("Wooly Moss"), I even find a bus stop shelter that I can use
for my lunch break, and to dry off just a little. There's no bench inside,
but with all the rain soaking my clothes, I don't really feel like siting
down anyway. Lunch comes in the usual form of a sandwich, Müsli bar and
some water.</p>
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<p>Initially, I hope that the rain will pass, or at the very least let off a
little while I eat lunch, but I have no such luck, and since I have no way
of knowing how long the rain will last and still have quite a distance to
cover, I can't wait for too long, and so I eventually set out into the
rain yet again. It's somewhat annoying, because being in the uplands like
this, I would have gotten a good view if the weather was any better. But
even as it is, I still get a good view of the 2*3 windmills south of
Aichach. And I just noticed, all the windmills that I passed on this ride,
I left on my right. Incidentally, this is also where I enter the county of
Aichach-Friedberg ("Oak Stream-Peace Mountain").</p>
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<p>Next up is Sielenbach ("Silo Stream"), and since I just told you that I
passed the highest point of my ride, it should come as little surprise
that the ride here took me downhill. Normally, that would be pleasant and
enjoyable, but with the cold rain and all, it merely serves to cool me
down more. Cycling uphill is actually <em>way</em> more enjoyable in the
rain than riding downhill.</p>
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<p>In Sielenbach, I pass another rural tradition that I've written about
before, namely the age poles that depict things that are important to that
person. As a matter of fact, here's a stretch with several of them at
once!</p>
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<p>Not wanting to follow the main road, I leave Sielenbach towards the
south, which inevitably takes me past a number of interesting places.
First of which is the impressive pilgrimage church Maria Birnbaum ("Mary
Pea Tree"). It's origin was a pieta that was created in the 16th century
and got pillaged and partially destroyed during the 30 year war. A
shepherd eventually found the ravaged pieta and put it up in a hollow pea
tree, which soon became the site of several miraculous recoveries which
brought fame to that place. The rest is history, and today a majestic
church decorates this holy site.</p>
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<p>Aforementioned shepherd probably came from Schafhausen ("Sheep Housing"),
which is the village that I pass through next...</p>
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<p>...and also appears to be the headquarters of the Brauerei Kühbach
("Brewery Cow Stream"), or at the very least the home of someone who likes
that beer a <em>lot</em> (and just turned 60).</p>
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<p>Following Schafhausen, I proceed on some quiet, idyllic, though
regrettably muddy backroads. Also, I pass close by the southernmost of the
six windmills that I saw from the ridge earlier.</p>
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<p>Next up is Rieden ("Reeding"), which offers only limited winter service
for whatever reason. Fortunately, it does offer some adequate rain service
instead, in the form that it has a few shelters that I can stop by and
warm up for a bit before continuing. I may not get much drier, but it's
crazy how quickly riding generally downhill while wet can cool you out.</p>
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<p>The next village is Laimering ("Gluer Ring")...</p>
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<p>...and it is there that the rain turns up the swag to stage 4, forcing me
to seek a barely adequate emergency shelter in an underpass beneath the
B300 state road. The sidewalk here is barely wide enough for me and my
bike, and every now and then a truck passes by from the nearby gravel
works. But I have little choice, because the rain has become quite
harrowing, and my pants are thoroughly wet except for those few spots that
were stained by the puncture repair spray and are waterproof as a result
(see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2023/03/book-v-chapter-13-project-petal-part-8.html">Book
V ~ Chapter 13 ~ Project Petal Part 8 ~ Alpine Abortion</a>).</p>
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<p>I only wait out the worst of the rain there, and then I proceed past
Neumühle ("New Mill"), where at this point not even horses are still left
outside.</p>
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<p>It is there that I pass over the Paar, that legendary stream that <em>almost</em>
flows into the Lech, approaching it to a distance of roughly 2km and coyly
flowing through the Lech valley for over a dozen kilometres, and then
spontaneously decides: "Nope! Not gonna do it!", turns northeast, cuts its
way through several hill ranges and eventually flows directly into the
Donau. On all my rides, I have now crossed it six times in total, and
passed south of its spring on one occasion.</p>
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<p>I could have just followed the run of the Paar upstream here and followed
it to the Lech valley with little effort or ascents, but doing so would
have taken me south past the A8, and since we already covered that staying
north of that one until the Lech valley is my theme for today, I continue
west across the next chain of hills, passing through the village of
Taiting ("Place of the People's Ruler"), which is the end of all bicycling
roads.</p>
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<p>Subsequently, I make my way up past Bitzenhofen ("Rushes Farm Yard") and
Sophienhof ("Sophie's Farm")...</p>
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<p>...until I eventually reach the final apex of my ride, from where I can
spy the very distinctive monolithic church tower of Derching ("Oak
Place").</p>
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<p>And it is from there, that I finally get a look on the city of Augsburg,
which is actually already right below me. I would have gotten an even
better view if the weather was any nicer, but at the very least the rain
slowly seems to let up by now.</p>
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<p>The next part of the ride passes in a rush as I zoom down into the Lech
valley, cashing in 60m of altitude in the space of less than a kilometre,
and before I know it, I am down in the valley, across the highway, out of
the rain, and on the outskirts of Augsburg, where an old steam locomotive
decorates and industrial compound.</p>
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<p>With that, I am now on the final stretch of today's ride. Making my way
deeper into Augsburg, I notice that the city appears to be preparing for a
festival of sorts: Colorful trucks and containers are standing around on a
number of squares, and wooden stalls are being constructed all over. I
wonder what this is about.</p>
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<p>Being in a city again means that the roads quickly get busy with cars
again, and before long buses and even trams join the fray as well.
Pedestrians are also about, and even a few bicyclers such as myself
- though I doubt any of them have come as far as I did today.</p>
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<p>By now, I am more or less making a beeline for my stay place, but before
I get there I still cross over the great river Lech, flowing majestically
under one of Augsburg's five bridges.</p>
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<p>The final notable structure that I pass by on today's ride is the
Jakobertor ("Jacobin Gate"), one of Augsburg's five remaining city gates
from the 14th century, and bane of large trucks wanting to enter the city
up to this date.</p>
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<p>And then, I finally arrive at my stay place, a humble flat in an old
block.</p>
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<p>Naturally, it turns out that the flat is on the fourth floor, so I yet
have a bit of a climb ahead of me, but then I finally arrive at...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Place</span></h3>
<p>The place I'm staying at is a little apartment where a woman with
Japanese root by the name of Yukiko lives. Imagine her surprise when I
greet her in her native tongue! It is also a very stylish place with
colorful decorations on the wall such as this crane.</p>
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<p>There, I get to stay in the room that clearly once belonged to her son.
It's not big, but it has everything I need and more.</p>
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<p>I have little need for the TV, but the laptop-friendly workspace is very
welcome, and I should put it to good use.</p>
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<p>The room's door, meanwhile, does have a little issue: Namely that it
doesn't close properly and opens up on its own on account of this being a
kinda old house. So I have to put a little stool in front of the door
whenever I want it to remain closed.</p>
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<p>The bath is okay-ish, with the one major flaw that it does not feature
shower-curtains, which makes showering a bit awkward.</p>
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<p>The kitchen is also okay. Nothing fancy, but it will suit my needs, and
the old cooking plates do remind me of my childhood.</p>
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<p>As for my trusty bike Jycily, he gets to stay in the basement, where
there's a dedicated room for all the bikes. Carrying it through the door
and downstairs is even more awkward than back home, but I do manage.</p>
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<p>For today, I don't have much more planned, only there's still one thing I
have to do unless I want to go hungry, and that is go and get some...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Goods from the Gallery</span></h3>
<i><b>24-October-2022</b></i><br>
<p>Yukiko tells me that the closest shopping options are located in the
nearby City-Gallerie ("Stadt-Gallery"), a nearby city mall. It is indeed
very close nearby, little more than 500m away, and in fact, I cycled past
it on my way to get here and made a mental note of it.</p>
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<p>Thus, actually getting there is fast. Before I go in, however, there's a
bunch of notable things. For one, on the square in front of the
City-Gallerie, there's another wooden construction going on, presumably
also in preparation for the festival. This one is clearly larger than a
stall, so I assume it's going to be something like a small beer tent. </p>
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<p>Next is the river that runs beneath the square. It is mostly underground,
but there's a few channel-like openings that let you look down on it,
which makes for an interesting cityscape. This little stream is called the
Sparrenlech ("Boarded Quick Stream"), which indicates that it was probably
boarded up for a long time already and by now is used to running
underground. In fact, some concrete "boards" still span it today. I wonder
if that's an intentional design in reminiscence of how it used to look?</p>
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<p>But now onwards to the City-Galerie, which dominates one entire side of
the square!</p>
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<p>It is a spacious and modern mall that covers an area of a little over 8
acres and features two stories of shops. It has a lofty hall with a
fountain and a glass dome roof in its centre, and a parking deck on its
roof.</p>
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<p>Most importantly for me, however, it features a supermarket. This one is
a Feneberg, which is one of the less common supermarket brands of Germany.
With only roughly 300 branch offices (as opposed to, say, EDEKA with <em><strong>over
9,000!!!!!!!!!!</strong></em>), it doesn't even make it into the top
10 of German supermarkets, which is kind of a shame because I really like
the atmosphere in there.</p>
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<p>There, I shop for cooking supplies for the night, and baked goods for
tomorrow, and returning back to my stay place, I soon go about preparing
my well-deserved warm dinner for today. By now my clothes are almost dry
too! Almost!</p>
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<p>And that dinner is - you guessed it - Naleiayafero ("Dragon-Style Minced
Meat"), my by-now-traditional dish on these cycling tours. Back when I
learned it from Gemoron the Dragon in Würzburg, I never thought that the
recipe would come in <em>this</em> handy, but it is easy to prepare,
tasty and filling, and thus precisely the right thing after a taxing bike
ride. Conveniently, the recipe always makes two portions, so I have enough
for the next day too.</p>
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<p>And that's it for today! I go to bed not long thereafter, happy to get
some rest. After all, tomorrow I need to be fresh and ready for the next
ride, where I should be...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Approaching Adelsried</span></h3>
<p> <i><b>25-October-2022</b></i></p>
<p>I begin the next day with a breakfast consisting of a chocolate croissant
and some sort of other crescent-shaped pastry the name of which has
slipped my mind. To go with it, there's some tasty Kabuse-Cha, which is a
sort of green tea that has been grown in the shade (thanks to Yukiko for
letting me try this).</p>
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<p>After that, I soon set out. Today, the weather still looks a bit
uncertain, but at least foreca said that it's gonna be a sunny day today
(unless yesterday, and, regrettably, tomorrow too), so I am reasonably
confident that today's ride is gonna be somewhat more enjoyable.</p>
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<i><b>Distance:</b> 62.0km</i><br>
<i><b>Ascents:</b> 500m</i><br>
<i><b>Duration:</b> 7.5h</i><br>
<b>6/12 (+1 passed)<span style="color: green;">🎁︎</span></b>
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Map on Bikerouter</a></p>
<p>For this ride, I have endeavored to do something unprecedented for me:
The last time when I was in the Lech valley, I only made it right until
the edge of the valley, but did not actually cycle up the other side. This
time around, I intend to actually cycle up the other side of the valley,
and so my route today takes me straight west through Augsburg and to the
edge of the valley, and then northwest through whatever hills are in my
way until I reach the village of Adelsried ("Nobility's Reed"), where a
conveniently located Geocache marks a good turning point. After that I
head back east into the Lech valley and then all the way across till I
cross over yesterday's route, thus extending the amount of A8 in my
territory by roughly 17 more kilometres. From there, I should head south
until Friedberg ("Peace Mountain"), and then back west into Augsburg.</p>
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<p>A direct result of my lunatic decision to head into aforementioned hills
is naturally that today should feature even <em>more</em> meters of
altitude than yesterday. Crossing the little hump separating the Lech from
the Wertach ("Value Stream") is easy, as opposed to crossing the Sandberg
("Sand Mountain") separating the latter from the Schmutter ("Muck"). After
that, there's more fun inclines as I make my way up the Dachsberg ("Badger
Mountain") and its many siblings, with Adelsried being located in a hollow
again. Following that, I need to cross the Axtesberg ("Axe's Mountain") -
which at 560m is also the highest point of today's ride - in order to get
back into the Lech valley and subsequently the lowest point of the ride at
450m as I cross back over the Schmutter again. After that it's easy going
until I reach the other side of the valley and go for a short climb up
that side in order to pick up a Geocache that I skipped yesterday because
of the rain, and the rest is easy going.</p>
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<p>But one thing after the other. First, I make my way to the Rotes Tor
("Red Gate"), which is yet another of Augsburg's five remaining city gates
and quite colorful. Incidentally, the nondescript building to the left
houses the Augsburger Puppenkiste ("Eye Castle Puppet Box"), a famous
local puppetry theatre.</p>
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<p>Soon thereafter, I cross my first river today. This one is a broad river
of steel almost a hundred meters wide, and trains pass by beneath as I
watch.</p>
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<p>On the other side, I make my way through the Wittelsbacher Park ("Ruler's
Stream Park")...</p>
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<p>...which is also where - looking back towards the east - I get to see the
sun rise. Since it's already a month into the winter semester <em>and</em>
we still suffer from daylight saving time, the sun actually rises quite
late.</p>
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<p>Only a short distance from there, I cross over the Wertach by means of
the Gollwitzersteg ("Gold White Jetty"), which is a small pedestrians' and
bicyclists' bridge. This is, in fact, the third time I crossed this river,
since I also crossed it twice the last time I was in the Lechtal (see <a
href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2020/08/interlude-project-petal-part-4-lechtal.html">Interlude
~ Project Petal Part 4 ~ Lechtal Liveliness</a>). It actually runs
parallel to the Lech for over 35km with only little elevation in between,
and whereas the Lech typically marks the eastern end of the valley, the
Wertach runs near it's western edge. However, today, I should cross it
only this one time, for you see, the confluence of the two rivers is right
here in Augsburg, and the city originally occupied the strategically
valuable position in the wedge between the two rivers.</p>
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<p>On the other side, there's a very conveniently located bicycle road that
I can follow, and as the sun rises further I can see that it is indeed
gonna be a nice and sunny day. Good thing I put on sunscreen.</p>
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<p>Passing through the Sheridan Park, I come by a kinda cubic church...</p>
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<p>...and the next park over holds an interesting combination of an E-bike
charging station and a fitness parcour. And there in the distance I can
already see the edge of the valley that I am gonna brave.</p>
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<p>But that is then. Now I get to enjoy a ride across blissfully sunny and
flat meadows...</p>
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<p>...and through beautiful autumn forests. However, that forest is also
where the going gets really steep at times, as I am skirting around the
sides of the Sandberg. Fortunately, the paths are made out of reasonable
material, so although the climb is taxing, it is not impossible.</p>
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<p>Eventually I make it over and across, and reach the town of
Steppach-Vogelsang ("Veld Stream-Bird Song").</p>
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<p>After that, I get some respite as I cross the flat valley of the
Schmutter...</p>
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<p>...which I cross not long thereafter. Incidentally, a nearby signboard
informs me that this is actually a historic place, because it was here
that the final battle of the 30 year war was fought, and ended in a
stalemate where neither the Bavarian army nor the French-Swedish Army
managed to cross over the Schmutter onto the opposing side. Shortly
thereafter, the Peace of Westphalia was signed.</p>
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<p>Schlipsheim ("Necktie Home") is the name of the village nested against
the western edge of the valley here on the other side of the Schmutter...</p>
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<p>...and after having climbed some distance up the hills on this side, I
also get a nice view of the Schmutter valley looking back east. The Lech
valley, meanwhile, is out of sight on the other side of the Sandberg
visible against the horizon.</p>
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<p>It is also right here in the middle of Schlipsheim that I have to fight
my way up a deceptively steep road, desperately trying to reach the May
pole in the distance.</p>
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<p>However, I am rewarded with a stretch of relatively flat and exceedingly
idyllic country, and I am thinking "This! This is what yesterday could
have been like if the weather had been better!". Oh well, at the very
least I am glad that the weather is better now and enjoying it to the
fullest.</p>
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<p>And yet before long that enjoyment ends as I reach the edge of the
forest, and here's a truth that fits almost everywhere in the whole world:
If you're in hilly country with farmland speckled with forests, then the
forests almost always hide steep hills. As is the case here, where my
adversary - the Dachsberg - lurks and hits me with inclines of almost 10%
as soon as I enter the woods.</p>
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<p>Up at the top, there's the memorial for the fabled Schwarzer Reiter
("Black Rider"). A Hussar in the 7-Year War (lots of wars going on around
here at this time in the past), he got lost in this forest and ended up
arresting the band of robbers of the Schwarzer Peter ("Black Peter"), thus
earning him this name. After being lost for three days, the tolling of a
nearby bell finally helped him find the way to nearby Horgau ("Listen
Meadow").</p>
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<p>After that initial climb, there's still a bit of up and down, but all in
all, the way through the forest is relatively flat, if at times a bit
muddy after yesterday's rains.</p>
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<p>It is here that I come across yet another very cleverly disguised
Geocache, hidden in plain sight, totally inconspicuous if you're not
looking for it, and yet just slightly out of place so you are drawn to it
once you are nearby and looking for something that stands out.</p>
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<p>I hit a low point in the height profile as I cross a road cutting
straight through the forest...</p>
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<p>...but I do not follow it, instead opting to climb the hills on the other
side. That route looks deceptively easy, but the incline is actually kinda
steep.</p>
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<p>I eventually cross over the A8 by means of a quite natural-looking
ecoduct. If not from the noise of the highway below, you would not even
know it's there at all.</p>
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<p>On the other side, there's just a little bit of woodland remaining, and
then I finally approach my turning point of Adelsried.</p>
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<p>Regrettably, I do not find the Geocache that is supposedly hidden here.
Instead, I turn east and cycle across the green meadows of the sizable
clearing surrounding the village.</p>
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<p>At the edge of the clearing, the next harrowing climb awaits me, and this
one should be the longest and highest of this entire ride, taking me up a
full 70m over a distance of less than 2km, ascending the Axtesberg to the
climax of today's ride. On the plus side, after that the road takes me
downhill for a long distance, and since today the weather is nice and
warm, the downhill ride is quite enjoyable.</p>
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<p>And it is here in the depth of this remote rural forest that the rare and
elusive albino Mercedes can still be found, lurking by the wayside.</p>
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<p>Riding downhill through the forest is already nice, but it gets busy as I
emerge from there and onto a nicely paved and straight road through the
valley following the Hahnenkamm ("Rooster Ridge"), and I can just let go
of the brakes and let my momentum carry me as fast as air resistance
allows for. There's not even a car in sight, and I got the road all to
myself. What a rush!</p>
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<p>There's a short bit where the road goes uphill again as I approach the
village of Rettenbergen ("Saving Mountains")...</p>
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<p>But that's okay since I wanted to stop somewhere around here anyway for
lunch, and as it happens, Rettenbergen does offer a very convenient
location for doing so: Located right next to a church with no windows or
doors on its face, there's a roofed bench that would have been great even
in the rain (though not in a storm), and the view is fantastic too! Lunch
today consists of an Aprikosentasche ("Apricot Pouch") and a
Doppelschnecke ("Double Snail").</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Moving on after lunch, I pass a patch of curious vegetation, with a tree
that seems half-alive and half-dead standing in the middle of a patch of
red in a field of green. And speaking curiosities, there's also a partial
eclipse happening right there and then, and I even brought my eclipse
glasses, but what what with the nice weather and beautiful landscape, I
have completely forgotten about that at this point, and since the
occlusion is too light to be actually noticeable, I should only remember
when I get back to my stay place and see it on my day plan. Oh well.</p>
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<p>The road takes me further downhill until I reach the village of
Batzenhofen ("Chunk Farm Yard")...</p>
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<p>...which is where I reach the low point of today's ride as I cross back
over the Schmutter again.</p>
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<p>On the other side - now officially out of the hills and into the Lech
plain again - there's a remarkably well maintained bike- and footpath...</p>
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<p>...that takes me straight to the town of Hirblingen ("Warrior
Villagers")...</p>
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<p>...on the far side of which I cross the clear winner of the Field Path of
the Day. Again, however, this is a relatively tame winner in this
category.</p>
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<p>I do, however, note a bit of a curiosity: Moving slowly on a path
parallel to mine, there's a machine that looks somewhat like a small dump
truck with it's dumper permanently angled upwards. However, with the
plants from the field cutting off my line of sight to its lower half, I
can only wonder about this mystery machine's meaning.</p>
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<p>Less enigmatic though still a sight I don't see every day is the lone
deer keeping a comfortable distance from me in the fields. As a matter of
fact, a <em>lone</em> deer <em>is</em> actually kind of a rare sight,
because normally they always travel as a herd of at least a few
individuals, so maybe this one is lost.</p>
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<p>Anyway, I do proceed through the fields north of Augsburg for quite a
while...</p>
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<p>...and eventually cross over the Lech on the second bridge north of the
confluence between Lech and Wertach. Curiously, there's a gravel bar in
there, which - with a measure of fantasy - can be recognized as the
silhouette of a grieving fox.</p>
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<p>After that, I follow the road further to the east through the blissfully
level Lech plain...</p>
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<p>...which ends up taking me to the Autobahnsee ("Highway Lake").</p>
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<p>it is also near there that I pass a training site of the ADAC
("Allgemeiner Deutscher Automobil Club" = "Common German Car Club"), which
I've actually been to twice before, shortly before and after I got my
drivers license prior to going to New Zealand. Back then, it was quite a
ways off for me, and now it's in the process of being included in my
territory.</p>
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<p>By now, I have crossed most of the Lech plain, but not quite all of it.
And yet, the eastern hills are now gradually growing closer.</p>
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<p>It might seem like quite a distance yet, but on even ground, this is
quickly covered, so I soon arrive - once again - in Derching, the town
with the monolithic black church tower. This town is actually half up on
the ledge and half in the Lech valley, which is the part that I am
presently arriving at.</p>
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<p>Speaking of the ledge, here it is! And yes, the sign does say "17%", to
which I reply: "Nope! Nope nope nope nope nope nope nope nope nope!", take
a right, and cycle right through a one-way road along the foot of the
ledge. Eventually, I <em>do</em> have to cycle up the ledge a little bit
in order to get the Geocache here, but that's on a not-so-steep road, and
I also don't have to go up all the way. Incidentally, this is also where I
cross over yesterday's ride.</p>
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<p>After that, I follow the foot of the ledge south, passing through the
village of Stätzling ("Stake-let") as I do.</p>
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<p>There, I come across the spectacularly unwindowed Loretokapelle ("Loreto
Chapel"), which is actually a replica of the Loreto Chapel of, well,
Loreto, in Italy. Legend has it that in the 13th century, a score of
angels carried the home of Jesus and his family to Italy from Israel as
Islam swept over the land. And because people believed that replicas
brought the same amount of good luck as originals, copies of the chapel
ended up being erected all over the place.</p>
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<p>Now, on my bike rides, every now and then I come across paths with a "no
through traffic"-sign, and I always wonder whether that only applies to
motorized vehicles, or me as well. Usually I just ignore such signs, and
here, I now finally have proof that it clearly does not apply to bikes,
because here we have a "no through traffic"-sign on the same pole as a
"bike route this way"-sign. And if the "no through traffic"-sign would
include bikes, that would not make any sense, so the only sensible
explanation is that the "no through traffic"-sign obviously does not apply
to bikes. Q.E.D.</p>
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<p>Case in point, the way soon turns into a forest path at the side of the
ledge, which would be impossible to traverse by car, but my trusty bike
Jycily is doing just fine there.</p>
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<p>I continue south along the ledge until reach Friedberg...</p>
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<p>...and then I turn west and head back towards Augsburg along a major
thoroughfare. </p>
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<p>Before long, I reach the easternmost reaches of Augsburg's tram network
at the Friedberg West station...</p>
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<p>...and only a short time later I find myself within the outer reaches of
Augsburg proper.</p>
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<p>From there, I make a beeline to another one of Augsburg's five bridges
across the Lech by following a romantic road...</p>
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<p>...and then I cross over the Lech again using said bridge, unlike a canoe
rider who apparently prefers paddling on the precipice of a weir.</p>
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<p>Not much later, I close today's circle as I approach the Rotes Tor again,
this time from the other side, passing by a big amphitheater on the way.</p>
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<p>On the way back to the Airbnb, I conveniently pass through the
Bäckergasse ("Baker Alley"), and thus have no problem finding a baker from
which I can procure tomorrow's breakfast and lunch. If anything, the
difficulty is deciding <em>which </em>baker to shop at.</p>
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<p>Back at the Airbnb, I do some impromptu bike maintenance. It's nothing
big, only the brakes need a bit of re-adjustment, especially since
tomorrow will likely feature lots and lots of hills... again!</p>
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<p>With that, this day draws to a close. I warm up the leftovers of
yesterday's Naleiayafero...</p>
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<p>..and then, I soon go to bed. I've got another big day tomorrow, but
before we get to that, let us quickly take care of...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Retrospective</span></h3>
<p>Yukiko's place was overall okay, but regrettably not one of the better
places that I stayed at. I already told you about the single room with the
defective door. As usual, food was not included, but I was allowed to use
basic cooking supplies. The bed, meanwhile, was definitely comfy and I
slept well in it. I'm also giving bonus points for the fact that she was
Japanese and we were able to bond a bit over that, but I need to deduct
those right away since it was kinda noisy at night. The bathroom was
shared and lacked shower curtains, but on the other hand, the place was
really well connected, with stations nearby and shopping just around the
corner. The free WiFi worked too, I was allowed to use the kitchen, and
the temperature was mostly good. However, for what it offered, the price
was definitely too high. In Japan, I stayed in hotels where the breakfast
was actually included for less than that. So overall, this place is
less-than-average, but I've also stayed at over a dozen places worse than
this.</p>
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<p>So much for that. Now, on my way home I should unexpectedly be...</p>
<p><br>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Gaming the Gap<br>
</span></h3>
<p> <i><b>26-October-2022</b></i></p>
<p>The next day, I get up reasonably early (around 6:00) and the city
outside my window is still mostly dark, apart from those lights that are
on all through the night.</p>
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<p>My breakfast consists of two Stangen ("Sticks"). One is a Käsestange
("Cheese Stick"), and I don't know exactly what the other was. Possibly a
Laugenstange ("Lye Stick") or a Bretzenstange ("Pretzel Stick"). Either
way, they make for a good breakfast, and this time I have complimentary
Sencha to go with it. Sencha is also a type of green tea, but what
distinguishes it from Kabuse-Cha or "ordinary" green tea is that Sencha is
grown in full sunlight at all times and then steamed to prevent oxidation,
thus making it more expensive. It is the most popular type of green tea in
Japan, and the type you'll probably get when you order green tea at a
reputable Japanese restaurant.</p>
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<p>After that, I pack up and leave yet another empty room behind.</p>
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<p>As I carry my bike out of the basement, I notice that apparently one of
Yukiko's neighbors is a ghost who does not wish to receive junk mail. How
quaint.</p>
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<p>By the time I am finally out there and ready to go, it's already
reasonably bright (actually, I stalled a bit waiting for that). Much
though I like the dark, on these tours I very much enjoy cycling in the
full light of the heavens if it can be arranged at all.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Unfortunately, today's ride should does not start quite as pleasant as
yesterday's. It's drizzling at my departure, and it doesn't help that my
chosen route starts out by taking uphill on a steep slope of wet
cobblestone. I can only hope that it will get better as I continue.</p>
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<p>Speaking of which, here's my route data for today:</p>
<i><b>Distance:</b> 74.0km</i><br>
<i><b>Ascents:</b> 240m</i><br>
<i><b>Duration:</b> 7.25h</i><br>
<b>7/12<span style="color: green;">🎁︎</span></b>
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<p>Just like my theme of the ride to Augsburg was staying north of the
highway, my theme for the way back is staying south of the railway line.
Thus, I first head south more or less parallel to Lech until I finally
cross it directly next to the Mandichosee ("Mighty Lake"), and then
towards the southeast until I hit the hills near Hofhegnenberg ("Farm
Care-For-a-Mountain"). After that, I head almost directly east until
Olching ("Quick Stream"), at which point I have to turn slightly south
again to stay south of the railway line a little longer. I eventually
conveniently pass <em>next to</em> the Teufelsberg ("Devil's Mountain")
instead of across, and finally cross the railway line near Aubing
("Meadow-en"), which is the point after which following the tracks would
take me further away from home. After that, I make as much of a beeline to
the Fox Loft as the local infrastructure allows for.</p>
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<p>But one thing after the other. First, I need to make it out of Augsburg,
and doing so next takes me across the Ulrichsplatz ("Ulrich's Square"),
which is named for the distinctive St. Ulrich and Afra basilica on its
southern end.</p>
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<p>Shortly thereafter I cross over the train line to the south of which I
should now remain for most of the ride. There, I pass a colorfully painted
utility box bearing an artwork of Jim Knopf in the style of the Augsburger
Puppenkiste.</p>
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<p>Afterwards, I soon enter the Augsburger Stadtwald ("Eye Castle City
Forest"), through or near which my route should take me for the next 12km
or so. By now, the drizzle has thankfully left off and I should get to
enjoy a few hours of clearance - dry weather with occasionally a little
bit of sun.</p>
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<p>What ensues is an enjoyable relaxing ride through an autumny forest of
all the colors, and wet though the weather might be, I can say that I
still really enjoy taking rides like this in autumn. Best of all, despite
the fact that I'm cycling upstream, the gradient is really gentle, so I
barely even notice that my way is generally heading uphill.</p>
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<p>Occasionally, there's little stretches of open farmland, and on one
occasion I also pass through the town of Siebenbrunn ("Seven Well"), but
for the most part I am surrounded by forest.</p>
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<p>It is a little bit south of Siebenbrunn that - looking along a side road
towards the east - I can see Solar's streaking shine shortly splitting the
sky, but that is for a brief moment only, and soon Radian hides behind a
veil of clouds once more.</p>
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<p>Near the south of the Augsburger Stadtwald, the road I follow takes me
between the edge of the forest and the Lochbach ("Hole Stream"), which I
have to say looks rather full. Little wonder after the recent rainfalls.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>And then, I have finally reached the southern end of the forest and turn
east along a local main road, which thankfully features a separate foot-
and bicycling path.</p>
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<p>That road quickly leads me to a dam with a small hydroelectric plant,
which is where I cross over the Lech for the last time on this ride.
Looking north, the city of Augsburg is already out of sight.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Meanwhile, the 300-acre-big Mandichosee lies serenely to the south of the
dam, and amazingly, I can even faintly see the Alps' already snow-covered
mountains in the distance. I take that as a good sine because it means
that the humidity in the air is lower than I feared, making rain less
likely.</p>
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<p>I follow the shore of the Mandichosee roughly one third around, noticing
a clear divide between bright skies to the west and dark skies to the
east. Regrettably, I'm headed towards the east, which means that things
might yet get interesting again.</p>
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<p>As I do, I notice a lone partridge in the distance, and with no pear tree
nearby, it is just standing there in the middle of a meadow.</p>
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<p>From there, I follow the road towards the southeast, this time noticing
how the northern skies seem to be clearer while the southern skies are
gloomy. In other words, my route takes me right into where the odds of
getting wet are the highest. Oh well...</p>
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<p>At any rate, soon enough I reach the town of Merching ("Marsh
Settlement")...</p>
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<p>...which is significant because it is here that I cross the Paar for the
seventh and possibly last time on my Petal Rides, but we'll see. Either
way, there's a Kneipp-Anlage ("Kneipp Water-Treading Basin") here.</p>
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<p>Also, one of the gardens by the road here features a bush that is
vibrantly ablaze with the most powerful shade of red, standing out like a
fire and positively dominating the curbside.</p>
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<p>As I leave the town behind and make my way across the fields again, I
come past a field where a long pile of harvested sugar beets is awaiting processing. That's actually quite common around these parts: The factories can only process so many beets at a time, and since the beets are quite sturdy, it's common for the famers to just let them lie on the fields in the meantime.</p>
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<p>Afterwards, I am revel in riding the relaxing road with Radian's rays
readily raining down through the clouds above. Barely anyone is out today,
and it feels like I got the world all to myself.</p>
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<p>The next village I reach is Hausen bei Steindorf ("Housing near Stone
Village"), which is yet another significant place, because this is the
crossover point with the Petal of the Rooster, and that means from here on
out I am already back in my territory again. It's crazy how far out this
stretches by now!</p>
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<p>And right after Hausen, I enter aforementioned Hofhegnenberg, which -
despite being little more than a village - should hold a couple of notable
things.</p>
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<p>For one, there's a couple of humorous "beware dog" signs that make me
smile. The first one reads "Attention! Hot Dog" and the second one
"Caution Fighting Dog! Dog is fighting its own obesity".</p>
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<p>The other thing is considerably less enjoyable, namely the climb up the
ledge. Surely you remember the 17%-ledge that I graciously passed on in
Derching? Well, the bad news is, it extends up until down here. The
(slightly) better news is that it's not <em>quite</em> as steep here, yet
it still packs quite a punch with roughly 10%.</p>
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<p>The best news, however, is, that through a stroke of luck, this should
already be the most brutal ascent of today's ride. And even better,
through a stroke of luck, there is only one more climb after that, and
then it's pretty much downhill all the way! Seems that I unexpectedly
managed to find something of a gap in the hills separating the Lech from
the Amper, and thus today's ride should end up having <em>significantly</em>
fewer meters of altitude than what I had prepared myself for. How
convenient! Interestingly, despite this leg having the fewest meters of
altitude, it should still feature the highest point of the entire petal at
roughly 580m.</p>
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<p>Anyway, after having cycled all the way up the ridge, I am rewarded with
a last lovely look onto the Lech valley, and there's even streaks of blue
in the sky now!</p>
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<p>After that, I also get to relax a little as the road from here is
exclusively level or even slightly downhill, and even the sky does not
look quite as threatening anymore.</p>
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<p>I soon pass through the village of Eresried ("Ear Reed"), where wet roads
speak of recent rains that I must have just missed...</p>
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<p>...and then cycle past fields filled with what I <i>think</i> might be mustard, dotted with a
few stray sunflowers, presumably from last year's cultivation.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Eventually, as I pass south of the Sandbrunnenholz ("Sand
Well Wood"), the road starts to climb again, and while this <em>is</em>
the longest climb for today, it is relatively shallow and thus not a
problem at all.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>It is right at the climax of today's road that Radian fully breaks
through the clouds and I see something that I haven't seen all day: A
clear and crisp shadow!</p>
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<p></p>
<p>After that final climb, the pleasant part of today's cruise begins, as I
ride down the slope towards Luttenwang ("Air Ducts Meadow").</p>
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<p>Moving on from there, I can see two windmills in the distance, which
apparently belong to Mammendorf ("Famous Ones' Village"). I didn't even
know there were windmills around here! </p>
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<p></p>
<p>Next, I pass through Nassenhausen ("Wet Housing"), which is pleasantly
dry for its name...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>...after which there's another overland segment, drawing steadily closer
to the windmills.<br>
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<p>I also spot what I believe might be a Wanderfalke ("Peregrine Falcon")
perching on an abandoned fence post in the middle of a field. Plenty of
birds on today's ride.</p>
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<p>A short distance before Mammendorf, I cross over the Maisach ("Maize
Stream"). As a matter of fact, I already passed over it once at the
entrance of Nassenhausen, but the stream looks much more beautiful here in
the middle of the field.</p>
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<p>On the other side, my way takes me through the village of Peretshofen
("Shining Raven's Farmyard"), which is located on a little hill on this
side of the Maisach...</p>
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<p>...and as a result of that I get a downhill view of the town of
Mammendorf as I approach.</p>
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<p>For the next part, I pass straight through Mammendorf, which is the
biggest urban settlement that I have passed through ever since leaving
Augsburg today.</p>
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<p>It is on the other side of Mammendorf that I have my closest approach to
the two windmills, and successively leave them behind me.</p>
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<p>Afterwards, I pass by the hamlet of Galgen ("Gallows"), where the
Hundehaltungsverordnung ("Dog-Keeping Ordnance") is in effect... on pain
of hanging!!! ...maybe. At any rate, I'd take extra care of picking up
after dogs here, just to be sure.<em></em></p>
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<p>Moving on, I next pass through the village of Obermalching ("Upper
Messenger's Place")...</p>
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<p>...from where I can finally see the distinctive silhouettes of Munich's
tall buildings in the distance. That puts me on the victory road now!</p>
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<p>But there's still lots to see along the way. For one, I pass by a pasture
for pigs, which is sort of a rarity, because normally pigs are held in
considerably smaller pigsties instead. These ones have a whole field to
dig up all to themselves though. Lucky pigs.</p>
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<p>I have already crossed the river Maisach three times today (I crossed it
once more in Mammendorf), but now I finally arrive in the town of Maisach.
As I do, I note with some concern that the sky has closed up yet again,
and wonder if I'll be able to make it back home before rain starts falling
once more.</p>
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<p>Still south of the railroad tracks from Augsburg, I continue across a
field path that runs north of clearly abandoned tracks. In fact, those
used to belong to a military base that has since been abandoned and now
serves as a little nature reserve.</p>
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<p>And, you might have noticed that I did not take a lunch break yet despite
being already within sight of Munich. That has two main reasons: For one,
thanks to happening upon the gap, I made significantly better progress
than anticipated and it is in fact only quarter-to-one now. And for
another, I simply did not find any good place to sit down in the whole
last hour since I passed through Mammendorf. However, now I finally fin a
lone - and thankfully dry - bench next to a skate park where I can sit
down and have my lunch, which today comes in the form of a Croissant and,
my favorite, a Nussschnecke ("Nut Snail"). Also a Müsliriegel.</p>
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<p>After lunch, I continue first along an idyllic garden road...</p>
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<p>...and then a less-idyllic and actually kinda busy main road...</p>
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<p>...which takes me back east across the Amper, which I last crossed two
days ago in Dachau.</p>
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<p>Fortunately, on the other side of the Amper I can soon turn onto a
significantly more relaxing field path...</p>
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<p>...that ends up taking me to the town of Olching ("Alder Place"), which
has a cutely edited city sign on the road that I approach by.</p>
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<p>Afterwards, a light drizzle begins to fall as I make my way across
today's Field Path of the Day. Still a harmless candidate though, although
the mud makes it just a little bit more challenging.</p>
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<p>Following that bit, I unexpectedly run into a winner of Forest Path of
the day. With the leaves covering the ground in a big (beautiful) orange
blanket, it's any tail's guess where the actual path runs, and I try to
follow what I <em>think</em> is the most likely actual path as best as I
can.</p>
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<p>And following that, there's a path that looks a <em>lot</em> nicer than
it feels, because this one follows an old, abandoned railroad bed. As a
result, the path pretty much consists of a rough railroad bed loosely
covered with some earth and leaves. One might be okay walking across that,
but riding a bike here is, like, super-bumpy, to put it mildly.</p>
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<p>I am sure you can imagine my relief when I finally get back to a
straight, paved cycling road. Jycily's rims are also quite grateful. And
to make things even better, even the drizzle has stopped by now and we're
back to clearance.</p>
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<p>Shortly thereafter, I arrive in Gröbenzell ("Rough Cell"), which is where
I have to turn a little bit to the south again in order to avoid crossing
the railway line for a little longer.</p>
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<p>There, I notice another Mitfahrbank ("Ride Along Bench"). I didn't
realize we had any like that this close to Munich.</p>
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<p>After Gröbenzell, there's one last little bit of open country, and then
I'm officially back in Munich. Incidentally, kudos to the driver of that
white truck that managed to block the entire sidewalk like that! One of
these days I need to install a Sonic Breaker on Jycily.</p>
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<p>From there, I continue through the idyllic outskirts of Munich by means
of not-so-busy roads...</p>
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<p>...and eventually cross the railway line at the underpass of Langwied
("Long Meadow"), which is famous for being wide enough to accommodate both
a three-lane road and a parking lot <em>and</em> a generous sidewalk on
either side. Originally planned as an enormous six-lane road during the
time when personal cars were still believed to have a future, it soon
became apparent that there was no need for such a big road here then... or
ever... so half the road was converted into a parking lot instead.</p>
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<p>On the other side, I happen across the Broadway ("Breiter Weg" = "Broad
Way"), and follow it back to Untermenzing...</p>
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<p>...where I come across one last curiosity: A chicken on the run from the
nearby chicken run. Run, chicken, be free!</p>
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<p>And that's enough fowl for today. From here, it's only a little longer
until I'm back at the Fox Loft, where my two cats Jamie and Toledo are
eagerly welcoming me home.</p>
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<p></p>
That should be my final ride for 2022, and with it the last trip under the
banner of the Green Shnolz pandemic, which should officially end after the
next winter. So, it would seem the next year is gonna be full of
possibilities, which makes me look forward to...<br>
<p><br>
</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Road Ahead</span></h3>
<p>What <em>is</em> the new year going to bring? Another big trip, I
wonder? Or maybe I'll get around to finishing the Petal Project in 2023?
Three whole petals are still missing, and the Horse Petal is still broken
(see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2023/03/book-v-chapter-13-project-petal-part-8.html">Book
V ~ Chapter 13 ~ Project Petal Part 8 ~ Alpine Abortion</a>). Anyway,
after this ride I <em>am</em> now momentarily feeling a little bit
better, so that's a good start already, whatever may lie ahead. Well, I am
sure the future will tell, so look forward to the next chapter of the
Travelling Fox Blog. And until then, be of great cheer!<br>
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<body> <a name="7_14_top"> </a><b>Table of Contents</b><br>
<ul>
<li><a href="#7_14_elgen">Philippine Pratfall</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_14_search"><span style="color: #0000ee;">Subsequent
Searching</span></a></li>
<li><a href="#7_14_ashley"><span style=" color: #0000ee;">Foxy Falseness</span></a></li>
<li><span style=" color: #0000ee;"><a href="#7_14_depression">Destined
Depression</a><br>
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<p>This chapter is not going to be a long one. It's not going to be a
pleasant one either. But it <em>is</em> an important one.</p>
<p>It is a chapter in the story of my life and my travels, and specifically
one of the big trips in this book, so this is where it belongs.</p>
<p>The time frame for this chapter is even more unusual, and is not going to
be canonical since a bunch of related stuff happened by now that I want to
get out of the way and summarize in here.</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Philippine Pratfall</span></h3>
<p><em><strong>27-Jul-2020 - 28-Sep-2022</strong></em></p>
<p>So, I'm sure you remember Elgen, the Filipino woman whom I met online
during the Green Shnolz pandemic and then finally went to visit in the
Philippines (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2022/10/book-v-chapter-8-philippine-prospect.html">Book
V ~ Chapter 8 ~ Philippine Prospect</a>).</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Even before we met in person, we had already made plans to start a family
together. As such, I even refurbished the Fushimi Room of the Fox Loft in
order to increase it's capacity. Now it even features a snuggly little fox
(and cat) den.</p>
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<p>Making that was no easy feat. I spent futile months trying to find a
carpenter to make me a custom double loft bed, before finally settling on
a pair of reasonably affordable run-of-the-mill loft beds. Annoyingly, the
materials for those were only delivered to the doorstep, and I am living
in the second floor, so getting all the materials up through the
much-too-small stairwell was both tricky and exhausting. Putting them
together all on my own took several more hours as well. But the true
finish was only when I put my sewing skills to use to craft custom
curtains for the Den from foxy fabric.</p>
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<p>Prior to visiting her in the Philippines, I even went through the trouble
of issuing a Formal Obligation for her in my name. For those of you not
familiar with the term, that is effectively a pledge of me saying that
I'll take care of her while she's here and cover her expenses. And for
whatever archaic reason, the government offices needed that document in
original print. Not like it's the 21st century or anything and digital
information exchange is a thing or anything...</p>
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<p>I gave that Formal Obligation to Elgen while I was visiting her, together
with Emilious, my third faithful plush companion through a number of
travels (after Liete and Tommy, both of whom are waiting at home now).
When I left, Elgen and I made a promise. I'd leave Emilious with her to
keep her company and remind her of me, and upon getting back I'd get a
fennec plushie to remind me of her, and we'd soon meet again and not only
reunite with one another, but also have our pair of fox plushies meet one
another.</p>
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<p>And thus it happened that not soon after my return, a cute little fennec
plushie joined the ranks of fox plushies in the Fox Den. I do not want to
recall the name that Elgen gave her, but the name that she bears now is
Theria.</p>
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<p>The next challenge would be getting Elgen to visit me here in Germany. An
challenge is the right word for it, because for Filipinos, the bar to get
even a simple tourist visa for Europe is set so stupidly high that Elgen
had absolutely no chance of clearing it (on account of not having an
official long time job with a record of having been employed for at least
6 months).</p>
<p>So, we decided to go all-in and go for a marriage visa right away. After
all, we had both already made up our minds, I had proposed, and she had
said yes. Naturally, the bar for a marriage visa was <em>still</em>
absurdly high, but at least it was something that we could clear if we
worked together, or so I thought. And thus, I got to work, drew up a list
of the things we had to get and do, and finally drafted up a whole battle
plan with all the steps and the order in which we needed to complete them.</p>
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<p>Among other things, we need to apply for the marriage here in Germany,
then send the confirmation for the registration to the Philippines, along
with copies of a whole stack of documents, and so on and so forth. Elgen
also needs to learn basic German skills, and I'm happy to support her,
but...</p>
<p>I <em>did</em> leave her some money to get the visa process started and
have her start German classes, but she soon tells me that she gave all
that money to her family. I should send her a bit more money one more time
after that, but I soon begin to realize that while I'm putting a lot of
time, money and effort into this big endeavor, the progress on her end is
bit... lackluster.</p>
<p>Days turn to weeks as she grows more distant, a grim realization begins
to dawn, and hopes turn to fears. As such, it does not come as a complete
surprise when one day at the end of September, not even two months after I
left Davao, she sends me these messages.</p>
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<p>There's more to that, but that's the core. Among other things, she also
complains that she feels that I did not accept her family. Yeah, right...</p>
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<p>For some time, I'm trying to save our relationship, but there's nothing
that I can say or do. Several friends of mine speculate that she was only
after my money, but I, having met her, think she's really just scared to
leave her family or home, no matter what. And I for my part could imagine
to live in many places in the world, but sadly, the Philippines are not
among them. So that's that.</p>
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<p>Now all that's left is a heartbroken fox. It does not hurt as much as the
first time, or the second time, for that matter, or the third, or the
fourth, or the fifth. It feels like by now, I'm getting used to having my
heart broken, which is probably a bad thing. And yet, somehow no matter
what I try, all my romances always end up going roughly like this:</p>
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<p>At this point, I seriously have to wonder if there's something wrong with
me.</p>
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<p>I briefly consider giving Theria away too, or leaving her out in the
forest, so she does not keep reminding me of Elgen. But I decide against
it. Rather than abandoning the poor little plushie like I was abandoned, I
choose to adopt her as my own, giving her her new name in the process.
From now on, Theria is going to be my mascot going forward, and maybe one
day I will indeed find a sweet vixen who will bring a mate for Theria as
well. For the moment, though, I can only wonder where the one with whom
I'm supposed to be together with is hiding, or if she even exists at all.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>I wish I could and this chapter on a hopeful note right here - and
as a matter of fact, I did - but regrettably, stuff happened, and so I now
need to extend it to go on for a little longer.</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Subsequent Searching<br>
</span></h3>
<p><em><strong>22-Oct-2022 - 17-Mar-2023</strong></em></p>
<p>It takes me about a month after the breakup with Elgen until I feel ready
to go out searching again. The question is: How? So far, nothing worked
for me, and yet, dating sites seem like the best option right now.</p>
<p>The first thing I try is Hinge, "The Dating App designed to be deleted",
as it says, and after trying it out, I can only wholeheartedly agree. I
give up on creating an account after roughly 15 minutes and delete the
app.</p>
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<p>The next thing is OKCupid, which I already tried once and which at least
gave me a date back then. And since I figure I'm a wholly different person
now, I might give it a second shot. The thing is... though "free", it
turns out to be a total rip-off. For as long as I'm not paying, I get
dozens of likes, and all I need to do to see who likes me is pay. Well,
having just sunk several thousand € into the Philippines, the 30€ for a
one-month OKCupid subscription don't even register, and surprise! Turns
out almost all of those who liked me are actually from Nigeria or
something, and even those who are closer don't actually write back. It's
all just baiting. I wonder how much they get paid to distribute likes to
non-paying hapless members. And what's worst, my subscription eventually
ends despite OKCupid desperately trying to bait me to stay and... guess
what? While I had my subscription up, I barely got a single like all that
time. The day after it ended, however, I suddenly and totally
coincidentally have two dozen likes again! What a scam! And in all that
time, I only ended up meeting a single person there, and she just ignored
me all winter, so I let it be.</p>
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<p>Next, I try my luck with furry dating sites again, knowing fully well
that the amount of furry fandom's free female ratio is abysmally low. But
oh well. The first thing I try is Ferzu, and there I come across an
entirely new problem, namely that the gender-field there is not binary,
and offers a dozen different options, including "other". Now, gender
identity is all well and good, but something like this is not really
helpful if your goal is to find someone who both wants and is physically
able to start a family with you. Imagine the intro: "Hi, I like your
profile, I just wanted to ask if you're actually female because I'm
looking for someone to have kits with." Great, eh? Anyway, I end up
chatting with a few females there, none of which are closer than 1000km,
and in the end, nothing comes of it. But at least I didn't have to pay for
it either.</p>
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<p>I should actually meet some interesting furry ladies there, but nothing
comes of it. A vixen from Japan just stops talking to me all of a sudden,
one from Brazil barely ever responded, and although I end up chatting with
a nice doe from the USA for long enough that I even end up drawing her a
cute little pic, that connection eventually slows down and falls
permanently asleep as well.</p>
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<p>The forth attempt (it's February by now, by the way) comes in the form of
the furry dating app Barq. That one turns out to be a good start, for I
quickly end up chatting with a few nice people, including a very
interesting vixen.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>And that would be great, if not for...<br>
</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Foxy Falseness<br>
</span></h3>
<p><em><strong>18-Mar-2023 - 20-Apr-2023</strong></em></p>
<p><em>"Never trust a vixen."<br>
<span style="font-size: 75%;">Marlfox</span></em></p>
<p><em>"If it sounds too good to be true, it probably isn't true."<br>
<span style="font-size: 75%;">Unknown</span></em></p>
<p><em>"Watch out for that falling emu!"<br>
<span style="font-size: 75%;">Llewellyn</span></em></p>
<p>Hope can be a stupid thing. It makes you believe that good things can
happen to you. And when they do seem to happen, it makes you vulnerable
and exploitable. Just like what happened to me when I thought I finally
had found the vixen of my dreams after all these years. We seemed to get
along great, and it was all sunshine and rainbows. She was even sort of
nearby, working as an offshore worker on a rig in lake Geneva, travelling
all over the world during her work. A travelling vixen for the travelling
fox. It seemed like a dream matchup. We even made plans for her to come
visit me on 20-Apr and stay for some time. And during that time, I was so
happy. The fact that she claims to have a daughter who is into books and
games makes for an interesting addition. Me, having failed to start a
family for so long am actually looking forward to that, since it means
getting a head start on the family that I've wanted for so long.</p>
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<p>Of course, there is a catch. Skillfully played, this vixen - who goes by
the name of Ashley - first works for several weeks to get me emotionally
dependent on her, and then she dumps this on me:</p>
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<p>I am aware that it is a trap. In fact, my little scarred fox heart breaks
again right there and then, and I cry all through the night, desperate and
conflicted. I even scratch myself up again, which is not something I have
done for a long time, and a dead giveaway of the extreme stress that I am
under. The last time I did that was, I think, before I left Cesonia (see <a
href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2022/02/book-v-prologue-pandemic-passage.html">Book
V ~ Prologue ~ Pandemic Passage</a>), though I didn't write of that
there.</p>
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<p>The next day, we have a big fight, I accuse her of being a scammer, and
she gets angry at me and denies it and all. I should have broken off
contact right there and then, but stupid hope did not let me, and Ashley
played me like a lute, plucking all the right strings to make me dance to
her tune. She appeals to my helpful and naive Flirial side, and I suppose
also to the typically male provider and protector instinct. And in the
end, she gets me to the point where I actually send her some money, hoping
desperately and against all odds that this is not the trap of which I'm
certain that it is. But my emotional and hopeful side overrule my rational
side. At least it still manages to negotiate a compromise, and so I only
send as much money as my monthly budget can handle, and down the drain go
600€ that would have otherwise ended up on my savings account.</p>
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<p>And for a while, things look up again. Everything is happy, she promises
to pay me back, says she's looking forward to our meeting on the 20th, but
then, no one saw it coming:</p>
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<p>More arguing ensues, and in the end, I send her another 66€, mostly
because I want to turn my loss into a significant number. Of course,
that's not enough and she gets angry with me about that, saying she needs
at least quadruple digits, and then her nanny's mom "dies" and she has to
go back to the USA to clean things up and can't come to see me. Big Whoop.
At least I made her work for it and had her send me over a (doubtlessly
forged, and not even very skillfully) bank statement. Oh, and on another
note, she also told me she had an inheritance worth 10000$ in gold waiting
for her. As if!</p>
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<p></p>
<p>She seems intent on keeping the connection alive, but I, I'm through. I
do what I should have done when she first asked for money and terminate
all communications. After all, it was already painfully obvious back than
that this could only result in a...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Destined Depression<br>
</span></h3>
<p><em><strong>21-Apr-2023 - ?</strong></em></p>
<p>I end up crying and hiding in my Fox Loft, all shutters closed, trying to
shut out the cruel world as best I can, trying not to vent my frustration
on my poor innocent cats. What I feel is a tempest of emotions ranging
from rage and hate to despair and sadness. It feels like I have been raped
emotionally. In the end, they cancel out to "depression", and I feel
nothing. Or rather, I feel the edges of the storm of emotions into the eye
of which I have retreated as I sit in darkness and don't want to feel
anything anymore.</p>
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<p>For me, this is the end of an era. It feels like I finally won't be able
to trust anyone anymore. It feels like all hope has died. If I meet
someone new, I'll look at her and wonder how she'll try to exploit me. I
don't think I'll ever be able to believe in anyone again. Maybe I'm wrong,
but after what hope has made me go through, it would be better if it just
stayed dead. I won't be searching for a vixen anymore. Granted, Ashley
probably wasn't even a real vixen. She probably wasn't even a real Furry,
and was just there to exploit hapless and naive furs for her own gain, but
I don't care.</p>
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<p>I know life will go on, whether I want it to or not, and I have yet more
tales to tell. So rest assured, this is not the end, even though it sure
feels like it to me. It may be the end of an era, but it is not yet the
end of the Travelling Fox Blog Era. I hope you are all having a
significantly better time than me, and wish you all the best until the
next chapter.</p>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">One final note. What happened to
me here is known as a Romance Scam. You can read up about it <a href="https://www.fbi.gov/how-we-can-help-you/safety-resources/scams-and-safety/common-scams-and-crimes/romance-scams">here</a>
among other places. In fact, you do that right now, and if you have a
friend who you suspect is being exploited, show that site to them too.
Because maybe if I had read that site before, I might have been able to
avoid at least the second train wreck of this chapter.<br>
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<body><a name="7_13_top"> </a><b>Table of Contents</b><br>
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<li><a href="#7_13_title">Part 8 ~ Alpine Abortion</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_13_isar">Isar Insanity</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_13_geretsried">The Guest of Geretsried</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_13_walchensee">Woe at the Walchensee</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_13_kochel">Kneecapped at Kochel</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_13_lakeshore">A Lakeshore Lap</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_13_return">The Rueful Return</a></li>
<li><a href="#7_13_ahead">The Road Ahead</a></li>
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<p>After having returned from the Philippines alive, I am quite happy to be
back in a country where I feel comfortable doing extended cycling tours.
As such, I am very much forward to the next part of the Petal Project.
However, yet unbeknownst to me, this should turn into a frustrating
failure which I would forever remember as...</p>
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<h1><span style="color: orange;">Part 8 ~ The Broken Horse Petal</span></h1>
<i><b>12-Sep-2022 - 14-Sep-2022</b></i>
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<p>Just like my last ride took me north off the map (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2022/08/book-v-chapter-6-project-petal-part-7.html">Book
V ~ Chapter 6 ~ Project Petal Part 7 ~ Into Ingolstadt</a>), this one
should take me south off the map. This is, for me, a very meaningful ride,
because it is not only the final one of the four major cardinal
directions, but because it should also take me to a place that I've been
wanting to reach by bike ever since I've espied it from the top of the
Fröttmaninger Müllberg many months ago: The Walchensee! (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2021/07/book-iv-final-chapter-catty-company.html">Book
IV ~ Final Chapter ~ Catty Company</a>)</p>
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<p>Now, roughly 16 months after I first set my sights on that target, the
time is right to reach it. Upstream all the way lies my goal, so it should
not come as a surprise that the first part of my ride there includes
some...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Isar Insanity</span></h3>
<i><b>12-Sep-2022</b></i><br>
<i><b>Distance:</b> 57.0km</i><br>
<i><b>Ascents:</b> 310m</i><br>
<i><b>Duration:</b> 8.5h</i><br>
<b>7/13<span style="color: green;">🎁︎</span></b> <i>(+1 passed)</i><br>
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<p>I start reasonably early in the morning. The sun has already risen, but
not yet cleared the rooftops, so for now, only the canopies of the tries
get to bask in the morning sun.</p>
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<p>I am literally just around the corner at the end of the courtyard when I
notice something is amiss. Jycily's brakes are not reacting very well, and
considering that I'm going on an alpine tour, that is a considerable
problem. So I turn around right there and then, run back into the Fox Loft
to fetch my Allen keys and spend a bit of quality time adjusting the
brakes until they are okay-ish. Somehow, I never seem to be able to get
quite the right balance of "too tight" and "too lose", so in the end I
settle on a setting where the brakes brush against the wheel rims a little
and yet somehow still don't <em>quite</em> react sharply enough for my
taste. Oh well, it'll do.</p>
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<p>As a result of this little delay, Radian is already some distance into
the sky by the time I <em>actually</em> get going. Anyway, at least as a
result of that I now have my Allen keys with me as well.</p>
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<p>This tour should be a little bit different from the other Petal Rides.
Whereas normally I pick a stay place in my target area for two nights,
then spend the first day cycling there, the second day exploring the area,
and the third day cycling back, this Petal is so extensive that it
requires a three-step-slice. That is, instead of one stay place where I'll
stay two nights, I have two stay places for one night each, with
medium-long legs in between. One distinct disadvantage of that is that I
have to lug my luggage around on all of the three days, but it can't be
helped.</p>
<p>To compensate for that, the three segments are roughly equal in length,
the first one taking me first south and a bit east through Munich until I
hit and cross the Isar near Thalkirchen ("Valley Churches"). After that, I
stay on the east bank of the Isar <em>at any cost</em> until I reach the
area of Wolfratshausen ("Wolf Council's Housing"), where I cross over to
the west bank again via one of the few bridges in that area in order to
reach the town where my first stay place is located, that being the town
of Geretsried ("Spear Lord's Reed"). Also note how my overall travel
direction for today ends up being almost <em>exactly</em> south.</p>
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<p>As far as ups and downs are concerned, since I'm travelling towards the
Alps, it should come as no surprise that the general direction is up.
However, interestingly, the steepest climbs actually happen while I cycle
near the Isar, as the cycleway there routinely leads me up and down the
escarpment - occasionally via rather steep slopes.</p>
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<p>However, before I venture out towards the Alps along the Isar, I first
need to make my way through Munich, starting with cycling by my favorite
local palace, the Nymphenburger Schloss ("Nymph Castle Palace").</p>
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<p>After that, I make my way through the district of Laim ("Glue") by means
of less busy backroads...</p>
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<p>...and then get just a tiny bit lost crossing over the Westpark. The bike
path routing there is just a little bit confusing.</p>
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<p>Back on the right track, I continue for some time along the straight
streets of Sendling ("Small Slope")...</p>
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<p>...and eventually manage to make my way onto less-trafficked paths even
before I cross the Isar, or even ride down aforementioned slope.</p>
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<p>Most people picture Munich as a flat city, and while that's largely true,
one must not forget that the valley of the Isar is cutting straight
through the city. And while not very large or steep, it was likely for
this escarpment that Sendling was named. Anyway, before much longer my
route takes me down the slope, and as much as I would have liked to just
keep on rolling with that momentum for a distance, I just <em>have</em>
to stop at the bottom and take a picture of this royal excuse for a car!</p>
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<p>After that, I soon reach the Isar, and have naturally aimed my course so
that it cross it right away via the Marienklausebrücke ("Mary Hermitage
Bridge"), which is literally the only bridge across the Isar in the south
of Munich that I had not yet crossed. There's more bridges towards the
north, but in the south the bridges get more scarce as the Isar valley
grows deeper. From here, it's 2km south to the next bridge, and then
another 4km to the next bridge beyond that. Following that, it's over 8km
to the next bridge, anyone notice a trend?</p>
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<p>On the other side, I happily follow the Isarside cycleway up the river.
Here, that one takes the form of a wide and well-maintained gravel road
under the shade of the trees. It's not very busy today and makes for
relaxed cycling.</p>
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<p>Questing for the odd Geocache along the way, I come by a curious little
cave-tunnel cut into the rock of the escarpment. I should not find the
cache here, but am still grateful that my search for it resulted in me
finding this curious little place.</p>
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<p>...even though it caused me to leave the main cycleway behind and
continue on somewhat more... adventurous paths.</p>
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<p>Eventually, I pass beneath the Großhesseloher Brücke ("Great Shrubbery
Copse Bridge"), which is a combined railway and pedestrian bridge, with
the railway on top, and the pedestrian walkway in the cage beneath.</p>
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<p>At that point, I am back on the main cycleway again. However, that does
not necessarily make things much easier, since by now the escarpment is
starting to get rather steep, and instead of following the Isar directly,
the cycleway runs some distance away, and as such ends up leading up and
down the escarpment quite a lot. In fact, this segment of the way should
include some of the steepest climbs of today's leg.</p>
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<p>Next, I reach the Grünwalder Brücke ("Green Forest Bridge"), and it is
here that things start getting "ultimately interesting".</p>
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<p>You see, the official cycling route leads up into Grünwald by means of a
kinda busy road here, and I very much do not feel like doing that.
However, the alternative to that is this:</p>
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<p>One failed lunacy check later I find myself... uhh... painfully pushing
down Jycily on a slippery slope, one inch at a time, half expecting to
slip any moment and find both me and my bike being unceremoniously
jettisoned into the Isar. However, be it by luck or maybe because I've
racked up some skill levels in navigating impossible paths by now, I
eventually manage to safely make my way down the path, which puts me right
down at the shore of the Isar on the south side of the bridge.</p>
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<p>So, the good news is that I managed to make my way down to the shore. The
better news is that there even is a path along the shore here. However,
that's where the good news end, because the path does not only look like
this...</p>
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<p>...but it also features occasional sand patches, which always slow me
down to a stop in a matter of seconds.</p>
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<p>Eventually, the path even "thins out" to what I can only call "New
Zealandic Proportions". Fortunately, since I have the Isar on one side and
the escarpment on the other, my options for getting lost are rather
limited.</p>
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<p>Things continue to be interesting for some while. For example, at one
point, I have to heave Jycily over a small brook, and once again
miraculously avoid getting wet myself.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Eventually, however, I manage to reach more civilized regions again, and
the adventurous path gets replaced by a boardwalk, which, while a bit
narrow, is still a lot easier to cycle on.</p>
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<p>Next, I pass by the Georgenstein ("George's Rock"). Back in the days when
the Isar was still routinely being navigated by rafts, this was a dreaded
obstacle that rafts sometimes collided with. In 1805, the rafter Georg
Müller violently collided with the rock aboard his raft, and in his hour
of need called out to his patron saint, St. George. After a miraculous
rescue, he was so grateful that he had an image of St. George erected atop
the rock. The image persists until today, and the rock was called
Georgenstein ever since. Eventually, a training wall was erected between
the eastern bank and the Georgenstein, diverting the water's flow around
its left side, thus avoiding this dangerous obstacle.</p>
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<p>After that, the track takes me quite some distance uphill again to a
local maximum that I should not beat until near the very end of the ride.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>There, I notice quite a number of gossamer webs in the high grass,
remnants of spider parachutes which they used to travel quite some
distance from their home nets. Known as a telltale sign of the last warm
and dry period before autumn turns rainy and then into winter, I now
realize that it has been quite some time since I've last seen such webs,
and have never really paid them much attention until now. In German, this
time of the year is named "Altweibersommer" ("Old Wifes' Summer"), named
after the gossamer threads which look like long, white, fallen-out hairs.</p>
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<p>The path beyond that is a reasonably well-maintained trail that is
neither wide nor narrow. It's actually quite an unusual size for paths,
which normally are either wide enough for a car, or a person, with little
in between. However, this one is roughly wide enough for two people to
walk side by side, and no wider.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>It is here that I notice that something appears to be missing: The
escarpments that have been flanking the Isar to either side for some time
now are suddenly gone. Apparently, I have now passed through the Isar's
narrow drainage valley south of Munich and am now in an area that probably
was once a lake before the Isar eroded an outlet through said valley.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>By now, it is just about lunchtime, and conveniently, there's a bench
right next to the path with a beautiful view on the Isar, which flows by
rather calmly, with barely a ripple on its surface. For lunch, I have my
usual combination of a sandwich and Müsli bars.</p>
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<p>Oh, and speaking of lunchtime... with my almost vampiric sensitivity to
sunlight I naturally take precautions to protect myself from Radian's
wrath. One of those is the liberal application of sunscreen. However, ever
since I got that sunburn in the rain while cycling to Ingolstadt (see <a
href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2022/08/book-v-chapter-6-project-petal-part-7.html#rain">A
Song of Rain and Sunburn</a>), I have taken additional precautions and
equipped some Cycling Gloves of Sunlight Protection +5.</p>
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<p>A wise precaution, for soon enough the path leaves the protection of the
trees, and I find myself out in the open, cycling along the Isarkanal
(well, one of many thusly named stretches with the same name) near the
Floßrutsche Mühltal ("Raft Slide Mill Valley"). It is here that this arm
of the Isar is dammed up to a sort of narrow lake, and it is here that I
finally get to see my ultimate destination in the distance: The Alps!</p>
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<p>From here, the going becomes easy for some while as I get to follow the
Isarkanal by a straight and level paved road for approximately 8km, and
while such a straight path might be boring to follow all day, after what
I've been through today already it makes for a welcome and refreshing
change of pace.</p>
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<p>Along the way, I come post a signpost pointing towards the famous
"Draussen" ("Outside")...</p>
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<p>...as well as the Ickinger Wehr ("Cornery Weiry"), which is where this
particular Isarkanal branches off of the main river. Interestingly, part
of the weir is boarded-off in a rather ramshackle way. I also like the
"entry prohibited" roadsign above.</p>
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<p>After that, the road turns left into the forest, cutting off a meander of
the Isar, and I subsequently achieve my greatest distance from the river
ever since coming down the slope of Sendling this morning. Incidentally, I
also realize that apparently this particular route is very popular with
inline skaters, because I see almost as many of them as E-Bikers.</p>
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<p>A short time later, my time at the eastern bank of the Isar is coming to
an end as I approach my destination for the day. I cross over the Isar by
means of the Marienbrücke ("Mary Bridge"), which is adorned by an
Indic-seeming statue that <em>presumably</em> is supposed to depict Mary
and an infant Jesus.</p>
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<p>It is also from atop that bridge that I espy the first, last and only
windmills I should see on my entire ride. Have I lately complained about
how Bavaria clearly has too few of those?</p>
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<p>Having crossed over the Isar, I am now in a V-shaped wedge of land
demarcated by the Isar, and its largest tributary, the Loisach ("Stream of
Lugus"), with the confluence being just a short distance to the north. The
Loisach, by the way, should yet be of relevance later during this petal.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Anyway, right after crossing the Isar I take a left and head into the
forest following the river on its western bank.</p>
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<p>Some distance into the forest, this sign gives me pause, warning of 300m
of rough terrain ahead for bicyclists.</p>
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<p>However, after seeing the path ahead, I can only chuckle and say: That's
not rough terrain...</p>
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<p>...<em><strong>that's</strong></em> rough terrain! (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2020/09/interlude-project-petal-part-5-tri-day.html">Interlude
~ Project Petal Part 5 ~ The Tri-day Two-hundred Tour</a>)</p>
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<p>In fact, the narrow bridge across the (kinda pointless)
Loiasch-Isar-Kanal slows me down more than all of that "rough terrain".</p>
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<p>After that, I enter Waldram ("Forest Raven"), and with it the first town
ever since I started cycling along the Isar (which was another reason why
I wanted to avoid Grünwald).</p>
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<p>There, I pass by the Hotel Mama, which is not only always open, but also
has a very interesting fence.</p>
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<p>From Waldram, it's only a short bit through the forest...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>...and then I reach Geretsried, where I promptly come across an
interesting gate-house.</p>
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<p>Now, since it's still only 15:30 in the afternoon, I have some time to
kill before I can check into my Airbnb place, so I spend that time looking
for Geocaches around Geretsried. Knowing I might get here somewhat early,
I literally saved every single Geocache in the area in my app for just
that occasion. The search quickly leads me into the nearby forest...</p>
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<p>...which very quickly turns into another very good instance of <strong><em>that's</em></strong>
rough terrain!</p>
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<p>After making my way through there, I am <em>quite</em> happy to see the
straight roads of Geretsried again.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Still having some time, I drop by an Edeka supermarket along the way to
gather supplies for tonight and tomorrow...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>...and on my way from there to the Airbnb, I come past a humorous fence
sign that translates into "Beware of the bitty dog".</p>
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<p></p>
<p>After that, I arrive at my Airbnb place for the night, which takes the
form of a big single-family house (which probably explains why they have
rooms to spare).</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Thus, my ride to get here now has come to an end, and until I depart
again the next morning I should be...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Guest of Geretsried</span></h3>
<p></p>
<p><i><b>12-Sep-2022 - 13-Sep-2022<br>
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<p>My host - a nice elderly lady with the quite epic name of Walpurgis -
greets me at the door, and we end up having a nice chat about my travels
before she shows me to my room, which is neat and of decent size.</p>
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<p>I also have my own private little bathroom...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>...as well as a kitchen. Unfortunately, that one is currently out of
order, because apparently it only gets "booted up" for guests staying
longer than one day.</p>
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<p>That is quite unfortunate, because I already bought myself some canned
food that I was planning to warm up and looking forward to for dinner.
Luckily, Walpurgis is quite agreeable, and after I explain the situation
to her allows me to use the upstairs kitchen instead.</p>
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<p>Another nice gesture is the welcome biscuit. It's such a little thing,
but such tiny courtesies make me feel very welcome and at home. As so
often, it's the little things that can make a lot of difference.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>This place also has character! For example, it has a really old-looking
map of Prussia hanging on one of the walls. Originally associated with
Germany, the area depicted on the map is today part of Poland, Russia and
Lithuania.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Anyway, before long I come back to my host's offer and use the upstairs
kitchen to warm up my can of Hungarian goulash soup. Normally I like to
cook for two days on my Petal Rides, but this time around I can't very
well lug the fridge around as I cycle to my next destination, so one meal
per stay place it is.</p>
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<p>Afterwards, I set up my trusty laptop Liete on the table in my room and
log the day's ride before going to bed in preparation for tomorrow's ride.</p>
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<p>The next morning, I get up early, by breakfast taking the form of a
Zimtschnecke ("Cinnamon Snail") and a Laugeneck ("Lye Corner"). The latter
is a novelty to me, and not a bad one. It's made of brioche dough and
covered in lye, making the ultimate result seem like a mix of croissant
and pretzel that is triangular in shape.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Altogether, this was a nice place to stay. I had my own private
mini-apartment with a bathroom, the bed was comfy, and the free WiFi
worked. Food was not included as is usual for Airbnbs (why do they then
call it "Air Bed and Breakfast though?), but I'm giving a few points for
the complimentary biscuit. The atmosphere was very familiar, and the area,
while somewhat remote, very nice. Maybe it was just a little bit too cool
for my taste (for some reason, I always end up feeling quite cold after
cooling down after a tour like this), but at least I was able to warm
myself up with some warm goulash from the upstairs kitchen. All in all,
this was clearly one of the nicer places that I stayed at.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>And then, not even 16 hours after my arrival, it is already time to bid
this place farewell, and be on my way. A shame, really, because neither
the next day nor night should be very pleasant for me.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>At this time, I am yet cheerful and optimistic, looking forward to
finally attaining my long-kept ambition today. Little should I anticipate
that what will wait for me is...</p>
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<p> <a href="#top" name="7_13_walchensee"><span style="font-size: 75%;">↑
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Woe at the Walchensee</span></h3>
<i><b>13-Sep-2022</b></i><br>
<i><b>Distance:</b> 69.0km</i><br>
<i><b>Ascents:</b> 540m</i><br>
<i><b>Duration:</b> 8.25h</i><br>
<b>6/8<span style="color: green;">🎁︎</span></b><br>
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<p>I get a relatively early start, with the sun not yet risen, and the moon
still out as I depart from Walpurgis' place at 7:00 in the morning.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Today, my plan is to cycle up the Isar all the way to Lenggries ("Long
Gravel"), and from there up one of its smaller tributaries, the Jachen
("Water") through its valley, which is known as the Jachenau ("Water
Meadow"). Since the Jachen's origin is the Walchensee ("Foreigners'
Lake"), that should inevitably lead me to my major goal for this petal.
After that, I plan to cycle around the southern corner of the Walchensee,
so that it's included in the petal, and then head north over the
Kesselbergpass ("Kettle Mountain Pass"), and then down to the Kochelsee
("Simmer Lake"), where my next night quarter awaits. At least that's the
plan.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>On my way out of Geretsried, I pass through a strip of forest next to the
main road...</p>
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<p>...and then pass over the Isar by means of the Tattenkofner Brücker
("People's Farmyard Bridge"). Now, whereas yesterday, I only crossed the
Isar twice all day, today, I should weave back and forth across the Isar a
number of times in a relatively short amount of time. This is the first.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>After that, I follow the road for some time. Fortunately, there's a
well-paved foot- and cycling path right next to the busy road.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>However, before long, I reach a Wasteland where the said roadside path
abruptly ends ("Einöd" = "Wasteland").</p>
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<p>Eventually, Radian's rays rise over the eastern forest...</p>
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<p>...and on the other side, I see the telltale Walchensee valley being
illuminated. This particular valley is always pretty easy to make out,
because the valley between the two wooded green mountains towards either
side is terminated by bare grey mountains on the far end, making for a
nice contrast. My way today should lead me around the forested mountains
to the left, and then down the pass between the two forested mountains.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Eventually, I leave the main road behind and continue along an
offside-road...</p>
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<p>...which leads me up a ledge in the landscape, meaning this is my first
major ascent today.</p>
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<p>Afterwards, I pass a curious little place named Ratznwinkl ("Rat
Corner")...</p>
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<p>...and before long reach the locally famous spa town of Bad Tölz ("Bath
Valley").</p>
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<p>However, both its name and initial appearance are deceiving, for in order
to enter it I have to climb one of the steepest hills of this entire ride
today.</p>
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<p>What's worse: I don't even get to stay at that height, but have to go
downhill to the side of the Isar again, which means I'll have to climb for
that same amount and more later on. At least the river looks nice here.</p>
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<p>At the south of Bad Tölz, I cross the Isar again by means of a bridge
that's kinda under construction...</p>
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<p>...and on the other side, I finally say goodbye to busy roads as I embark
on a scenic part of the Isar-Radweg ("Isar Cycleway") that runs just by
the riverside.</p>
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<p>The cycleway does not always cling directly to the riverside, however.
Sometimes it also cuts through the heaths nearby.</p>
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<p>Near Arzbach ("Ore Stream"), I cross over the Isar for the third time,
this time via a small cyclist and pedestrian bridge...</p>
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<p>...and following the river up the other side, I come by some minor
rapids...</p>
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<p>...as well as a curious stone circle in the water.</p>
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<p>Eventually, I reach Lenggries, and my route leads me through the town for
a bit.</p>
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<p>And then, I make my way across the Isar a fourth and last time, this time
by means of the Bretonenbrücke ("Breton Bridge").</p>
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<p>But that should not be my last river crossing for the day. Not by a long
shot. Next, I cross over the Schwarzenbach ("Black Stream") while still
being within eyeshot of the Isar...</p>
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<p>...and only a short time later, I cross over the Jachen, which I should
follow for its entire length, all the way to the Walchensee from here.</p>
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<p>Starting there, the way is pretty idyllic, with quiet rural gravel roads
and cows grazing on pastures between green forests in the valley.</p>
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<p>Much like the Isarradweg before, the cycling path into the Jachenau also
loosely follows the river, sometimes coming directly up to the Jachen...</p>
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<p>...and sometimes cutting through the forests next to the river. One one
such occasion, the path for some reason goes up almost perpendicular to
the valleyside slope, resulting in what is officially the most brutal
ascent in this entire ride today.</p>
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<p>Eventually, the path leads me across the Jachen for the second time...</p>
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<p>...and from there, the cycling path continues by the roadside, where it
also is commendably well-paved.</p>
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<p>Naturally, that also means that it is frequented by e-bikers, even all
the way out here.</p>
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<p>Around these parts, there's plenty of cows on the slopes, grazing the day
away, and filling the air with the sound of cowbells, as is quite typical
for alpine valleys such as this one.</p>
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<p>Less typical, however, is the fact that the horses, too, are wearing
bells. There's not many of those, but I spot two, one in plain sight, and
another hiding behind a hedge.</p>
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<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-13-098_Horse_Bells.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>It is around here that I find a nice place to have lunch: A little shady
bus stop shelter with a nice view down the valley, as well as the grazing
cows. There, I can sit down, safe from Radian's raging rays, and eat my
lunch for the day. This time, it should consist of a chocolate croissant,
a good old pretzel, and another Müsli bar.</p>
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<p>Naturally, I apply copious amounts of sunscreen, and for a good reason
too, because it is only a short ways further that I learn that the
Jachenau officially bears the cognomen of "Sonnental" ("Sunny Valley").</p>
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<p></p>
<p>That name could scarcely be more fitting, for not only is there barely a
cloud in the sky, but there's also not single tree along the road
for miles at a time.</p>
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<p>Moving on, I pass by a farm where clearly someone's offspring arrived
recently...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>...and then continue further up the Jachenau, this time without a
dedicated bike path. Fortunately, the number of cars using this road is
blissfully small. </p>
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<p></p>
<p>After quite some time out in the blazing sunlight, I finally arrive at a
few trees providing a little bit of shade.</p>
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<p>Only a short ways from there, there's a little hill with a chapel on top.</p>
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<p>Since there's a Geocache on top, I park Jycily at the bottom and then
make my way up the totally not bike-worthy path on foot.</p>
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<p>At the top, I am not only lucky enough to find the cache, but also get
the closest thing to a panorama view that I'm gonna get while cycling
through valleys.</p>
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<p>Moving on, I cycle through the town centre of the Jachenau...</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>...where I then notice that they have kinda unusual, but also practical
house numbers.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Also, I notice a signpost to Venice, which is only roughly 400km
that's-a-way.</p>
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<p>After that, it's back into the forest, and up the final ascent before the
Walchensee. Cycling up the side of the Fischberg ("Fish Mountain") - which
restricts the drainage options for the Walchensee to the Jachen - is
exhausting, but also kind of exciting, as it symbolized the final push
before I reach the main goal of this ride.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Eventually, I reach kilometer 0.0 of this road, which is kinda
interesting, because the road clearly continues beyond this point. Does
that mean I'm going into the negative now?</p>
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<p>After clearing that final ascent, I cross the Jachen for the third and
last time, though there's so much reed that you wouldn't even know it's
there if not for the bridge. And there, in the distance, I can already see
the shore of the Walchensee!</p>
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<p>And then, I'm finally at the shore of the Walchensee! A clear, azure lake
nested between the mountains, and even though I'm not <em>that</em> high
up (around 800m), it still somehow feels like the sky is noticeably closer
here.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>From here, I follow the road around the south side of the lake, and for
once, the road clings to the lakeshore pretty continuously.</p>
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<p>Roughly halfway around the azure lake, I get a reasonably good view of
the Kesselbergpass on the northern end. I plan for this to be my final
ascent for the day, and then it's down all the way to Kochel. I am already
looking forward to "caching in" all the meters of altitude that I have
worked so hard to "save up" until now.</p>
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<p>At the southernmost tip of the Walchensee, I come across the
Obernachkraftwerk ("Upper Stream Power Plant") of the Bayerische
Landeselektrizitätsversorgung ("Bavarian National Electricity Supplier"),
which is one of the two power plants connected to the Walchensee (the
other being the Walchenseekraftwerk, which is located at the northern
shore and generates its power by diverting water from the Walchensee to
the Kochelsee).</p>
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<p>It is only there that I officially leave the Jachenau, which is kinda
strange because it feels like I've left it when I arrived at the
Kochelsee. But apparently, the geopolitical boundary of the Jachenau
stretches all the way out here, just before the road from Wallgau ("Wall
Meadow").</p>
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<p>That road is a big and busy road, but fortunately, there's a little path
by the lakeshore that I can follow. It's a bit bumpy, but I'm sure it will
be fine.</p>
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<p>Whereas the main road takes a more direct route and passes over a pass to
the left of a hill known as the Katzenkopf ("Cat Head"), this path passes
the Katzenkopf to the right, and only cuts off a small bit of the
peninsula, leading me through a few more idyllic meadows.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>And that should be the final pleasant experience for the ride, because as
I return back to the main road I notice that I have contracted the biker's
bane: A flat tire! And in the notoriously difficult-to-repair back tire
too!</p>
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<p>Fortunately, I was prepared for just such an eventuality, and have
brought all the essentials to fix this: A can of puncture repair spray,
manual repair materials, as well as a compact hand pump. The repair spray
is the first thing I try, and at first it seems like it worked.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>As such, I manage to get as far as the very nearby town border of
Walchensee...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>...aaaaand then the tire is flat again. So much for that fancy repair
spray. I knew it sounded too good to be true.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Now, fortunately I managed to make it far enough to be close to the local
tourist information, and fortunately I come calling during it's opening
hours. It's clearly Tuesday, and it's 15:20 now, which falls <em>exactly</em>
within opening hours. So I hope they'll be able to help me out.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>However, <em>unfortunately</em>, there's another notice saying that
precisely today, the tourist info is closed, and only during the afternoon
hours for reasons of "the universe clearly hates my tail".</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>Fortunately, there's a bike repair station just outside of the tourist
information, and while I am of limited confidence that I'll be able to
repair a puncture in the back tire on my own, I figure that with the
options being as limited as they are, I might as well try.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>And so, I get started with my valiant, yet ultimately futile repair
attempt, adding screams of rage and shouts of frustration to the wonderful
ambient scenery of the Walchensee.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Unfortunately, it turns out that the puncture is in the single worst
possible place, namely at the base of the valve, where it is notoriously
difficult to fix. Somehow, my tires <em>always</em> end up getting a
puncture there. I wonder if I'm doing something wrong. Now, normally, this
would be where I'd either let a professional handle this, or change the
whole tire, the problems with those things being:</p>
<ul>
<li>There is no bike repair shop up here in Walchensee</li>
<li>I don't have a spare tire, and there's no place that sells them here
(at least that I know of or can find on my map, and the tourist info is
valiciously closed)</li>
<li>And even if I <em>had</em> a spare tire, I wouldn't have the courage
to unhinge my back tire from the chain-and-gear, because I just know I
wouldn't be able to get it back on again</li>
</ul>
<p>So, I just try to get it fixed the old-fashioned way, with a patch.
Looking at the result, I just <em>know</em> that it's not gonna work, but
it is also the best that I can do.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>And not work it does. Fortunately, I have yet one last trump card that I
can play, and that is my ADFC-Membership Card (ADFC = Allgemeiner
Deutscher Fahrrad Club = Common German Cycling Club). That one features
and emergency number to call, and since I tried everything within my power
and am as such officially stranded here, I figure this qualifies as an
emergency.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Unfortunately, it turns out that my phone has different plans, and
refuses to patch through the call. That is, I can start the call, but it
immediately hangs up upon dialing for some strange reason. This is even
more annoying since the tourist information is regrettably closed, so I
can't ask them to call for me either, and once again I become painfully
aware of my social limitations as I can't bring myself to just ask a
passersby.</p>
<p>The only helpful thing about the tourist information, really, is that it
provides free WiFi, so I can at least patch through and S.O.S. message to
my father. Not wanting to hang out here, I write that I'll try to reach my
night quarter in Kochel somehow, and that if he doesn't hear again from me
until 19:00 I'll probably be in need of help.</p>
<p>With these words sent, I head out on the road again, this time pushing my
bike through the town at a crawling pace.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>As I do, I pass by a Viking village which was used as backdrop in the
2009 movie "<span><span class="HlvSq">Vicky the Viking</span></span>". I
hadn't know that was here, and if things had gone one or two less degrees
of wrong today, I might have even found it interesting. As things are,
however, I only take it in stride as I push poor injured Jycily past.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Eventually, I reach the bus stop, where there's already a bunch of people
waiting. This fills me with confidence that a bus is soon to arrive.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>And arrive it does, albeit with considerate delay if the timetable at the
bus stop is still up to date.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Next, I need to convince the bus driver to let me take my bike down to
Kochel. Fortunately, after detailing my plight, he allows me to ride, and
I can jam in my bike into the space for wheelchairs. With nothing to
secure it, however, I have to stand next to it to keep it from falling
over for the whole ride.</p>
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<p>Meanwhile, the bus is rather full, and most seats are taken anyway.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Thus begins the last leg of today's trip, albeit in a wholly unplanned
manner. Instead of taking the final climb over the Kesselbergpass and then
enjoying a 3km-long downhill segment, I have to stand in the bus and keep
my disabled bike from falling over. At least I have one hand free, so I
can take a video of the ride. At first, we ride along the lakeshore until
we reach Urfeld ("Ancient Field"), the village at the northernmost point
of the Walchensee. Then the road takes us up the Kesselbergpass, giving us
brief glimpses of the Walchensee from above through the trees. The pass
itself is mostly covered by trees, and once on the other side we also get
only a few short glimpses of the Kochelsee below through the foliage.
There's a lot of zigs and zags on the way down, but eventually we arrive
in Kochel, and I've managed to avoid falling over even once.</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-13-137_Bus_To_Kochel.mp4"
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<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-13-137_Bus_To_Kochel.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>Once in Kochel, I am in luck insofar that the bus has a stop right across
from my stay place for tonight: The Cafe & Hostel Berg Blick
("Mountain View").</p>
<p></p>
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<p>And thus, my ill-fated ride today comes to an end. I still covered the
whole distance and even managed to stick to my precise route, but could
not do it all by bike as planned. Also, the bus ride meant I had to skip
out on all Geocaches on the last segment.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>As such, my height profile is woefully incomplete, lacking the climatic
final climb to the Kesselbergpass, and the subsequent blissful downhill
ride to Kochel.</p>
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<p>By contrast, here's how I <em>intended</em> for it to look, but that
will now forever remain a dream. Even if I should ever intend to complete
this petal now, I will not do it by the same route. It will be a different
ride. And this one shall forever remain broken.</p>
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<p>At this point, I still have vague hopes that I will somehow be able to
resume my ride tomorrow. However, as fate would have it, I should
remain...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Kneecapped at Kochel</span></h3>
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<p><em><strong>13-Sep-2022 - 14-Sep-2022</strong></em></p>
<p>My check-in is already a bad beginning. First off, my host isn't even
there in person. Instead, there's only an employee of the hostel, and she
asks me if I have completed the online check-in. What online check-in I
wonder? Not only is that spectacularly unusual for an Airbnb, but I also
didn't get a message about that, contrary what the employee insists on. In
the end, there's a lot of back and forth, with the employee texting my
host and all, and after roughly half an hour, she finally allows me to
check in. Fortunately, I am allowed to use the WiFi before that, so I can
tell my father that I arrived in Kochel safely.</p>
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<p>With this being a hostel, the accommodation naturally only consists of a
bunk bed in a dorm, but I figure for one night that's enough.</p>
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<p>However, as it turns out, the whole place is kinda ratty, which first
becomes apparent through the bedsheets, which have holes in them.</p>
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<p>Next, the eject slot for my coin locker is missing its floor, which means
that every time I open my locker the coin falls to the floor and goes on
an exciting journey all across the dorm floor.</p>
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<p>The toilets sport a bit of humor, or at least they would, if the writing
hadn't come off partially.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>And finally, there's the laptop-friendly workspace. Since the hostel
doesn't even have a common room, I have to settle for a table-bench on the
patio.</p>
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<p>Oh well, at least it's not raining, and this <em>is</em> clearly the
best view I've ever had while updating my maps.</p>
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<p>The hostel also features dinner options with tasty burgers... or at least
it <em>would</em> if it wasn't Tuesday and as such "the universe clearly
hates my tail"-day. Come to think of it, the last time such a fiasco
happened was also on the second Tuesday in September, and there were lakes
involved as well (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2018/10/book-ii-chapter-13-daring-daisen.html">Book
II ~ Chapter 13 ~ Daring Daisen</a>). In the future, I should probably
be more careful about that combination. </p>
<p>Anyway, dinner! With the hostel having blooped out as an option, I head
into town...</p>
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<p>...aiming for an Italian restaurant that's only a few minutes' walk away.
Unfortunately, it turns out that it's full on account of today still being
"the universe clearly hates my tail"-day.</p>
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<p>Fortunately, there's a small diner by the name of s'Hütterl ("The
Cottage") right across from the restaurant, and they even still have free
seats.</p>
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<p>Not only that, but they also win several points of flair, first for their
cool menu...</p>
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<p>...and secondly for the animal company. Not only is there a cool cat
straying around the tables...</p>
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<p>...but they also have a little dog who is eager for scritchies.</p>
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<p>And to make a good dinner perfect, they even have the burger that I've
been looking forward to all day.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Back in the hostel, things become more frustrating again. First, I
organize a call with my father, and it turns out that while I can't make
outgoing calls for some reason, I can still receive incoming calls.
Knowing as much, we organize for the ADFC to call me. Unfortunately, it
turns out that they are unable to help me on such short notice, and since
I am now "safe" for the night, they say they are going to take care of it
tomorrow, as in, around 9:00 in the morning, which is already about two
hours after I intended to depart.</p>
<p>As such, I go to bed with a sinking feeling. At it should get worse from
there. My roommates, all older than 50, turn out to be a challenge worse
than anything I've ever faced in any dorm I've stayed in all of my
travels. Specifically, they neglect to turn their phones to silent for the
night, and so, every few minutes there's a loud "PLING" resounding through
the dorm, paired with a vibration-on-desk noise. I ask them to turn it
off, but am simply ignored. Frustrated and angry, I end up prowling the
dark dorm, poised and ready to brutally massacre whoever is responsible
for that, but naturally, the sounds stay silent precisely until I return
to my bunk and can no longer pinpoint the precise location.</p>
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<p>Somehow, I manage to make it through the night without murdering anyone.
Yet the next morning, I get woken by another PLING-vibration sound while
it's still dark outside.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>I'm still tired, and I want to sleep. But I know fully well that that
won't be possible with those valicious people in the dorm, so I get up and
dressed in the dark, then head out for...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">A Lakeshore Lap</span></h3>
<i><b>14-Sep-2022</b></i><br>
<i><b>Distance:</b> 3.5km</i><br>
<i><b>Ascents:</b> 80m</i><br>
<i><b>Duration:</b> 1.25h</i><br>
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<p>It's 6 in the morning, which means I have 3 hours upwards to kill before
I'll hear back from the ADFC. I could have been out on the road in less
than one hour, but alas, circumstances should not permit it. As such, I
know I can take my time for a short lap around Kochel, starting with a
bakery to get breakfast, then climbing the Aspenstein ("Aspen Stone"), and
finally walking back along the shore of the Kochelsee.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Just outside of the hostel, there's what I assume to be the coat of arms
of Kochel depicted as a colorful glass shard arrangement.</p>
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<p>After that, I make my way through a few dark backroads...</p>
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<p>...and then arrive at the Brotschmiede ("Bread Smithy").</p>
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<p></p>
<p>There, I pick a Butterbretze ("Butter Pretzel") and Quarktasche ("Curd
Cheese Turnover") for breakfast while admiring the stylish furnishings.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>By the time I am finished with breakfast and continue on my lap, it's
already bright outside.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Also, rainy. Fortunately, it's only Lv2 rain, so I am confident that I
can weather that much. Also, it sort of fits my current mood.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Despite being a resort town of sorts, Kochel is still very much a
village, and as such a more rural part of Kochel is only a few minutes'
walk away.</p>
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<p>As I walk through these parts at the foot of the Aspenstein, I meet a
number of sheep and goats...</p>
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<p>...and then proceed to climb the hill by means of an idyllic staircase.</p>
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<p>I figure if I can't use Jycily, then I might as well walk paths that
would otherwise be closed to me, and although the staircase eventually
gives way to a road, the gradient of said road makes me <em>very</em>
glad that I'm not on my bike right now.</p>
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<p>At the top of the Aspenstein, there's the eponymous Schloss Aspenstein
("Aspen Stone Palace"), which presently houses the Georg von Vollmar
academy for civic education.</p>
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<p>From there, I can get a view on the Kochelsee and the Kesselbergpass in
the distance. The lake is barely visible since it only reflects the
greenery of the forest on the far shore.</p>
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<p>Looking closely, I can also make out the buildings of the
Walchenseekraftwerk on the side of the Kesselberg. I still remember that
my grandfather once took me on a sightseeing tour here, though I can't
really recall anything of the tour itself. That must have been almost 30
years ago now.</p>
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<p>After taking a well-maintained road to get up the mountain, I now seek
balance by choosing a more adventurous way down on the other side. This
takes me through the forest, and while definitely not bike-worthy, on foot
the path is easy enough to traverse.</p>
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<p>When I emerge from the woods, I find myself right outside of the
Kristalltherme ("Crystal Spa"), which I suppose is a local attraction of
sorts.</p>
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<p>Yet it holds little attraction for me, and I rather prefer to go down to
the lakeshore, and let my gaze wander over the Kochelsee. The Walchensee
up beyond the mountains on my left, the outlet feeding the Loisach beyond
the bend on my right, and me in the middle by the rainy lakeshore,
stranded. It has a certain kind of sad and solemn beauty to it.</p>
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<p>Idyllic though the lakeshore path might have been, it is rudely
interrupted by the Kristalltherme standing squat in the way. Fortunately,
there's a tunnel taking the track through the Therme's testines.</p>
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<p>Emerging from the far side, I notice that the rain is getting somewhat
stronger. Neither I nor the lake birds mind that a lot, however.</p>
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<p>Turning my back towards the lake, I next walk a narrow path between a
kindergarten and a pasture, which will eventually take me back to the
hostel, and as I do, the rain gradually lets up.</p>
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<p>Said pasture, by the way, is quite populated. A whole herd of goats is
easily visible, as well as audible, because they, too, wear bells. And as
the goats are quite active, the air is filled with the jingling of goat
bells for quite some distance all around.</p>
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<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-13-178_Goat_Bells.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>A short time later, I arrive back at the hostel, and it's barely 8:00 in
the morning yet. Thus, I make myself comfortable in a chair on the front
porch and kill some more time by learning Japanese while waiting for the
call from the ADFC.</p>
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<p>It takes until 9:15 before the ADFC finally calls, and by then, I am
reasonably edgy. And as feared, they have bad news for me. Pathetically,
they have failed to organize a repair mission. Makes me wonder why I even
pay my membership dues. Where's bicycle repair fox when you need him?</p>
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<p>So, here I am, with my trusty bike Jycily still incapacitated...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>...and me having nothing to show for my repair efforts but a pair of
stained pants. Incidentally, I also got some of that puncture repair spray
on my pants, and the stains from that should henceforth valiantly defy any
rain, so I suppose I got at least <em>something</em> good out of it.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>But as it is, I am now out of options for continuing my trip, and that
means the second half of the horse petal is now officially...</p>
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<p>And with that, all that's left for me to do is tuck in my tail and embark
on...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Rueful Return</span></h3>
<i><b>14-Sep-2022</b></i><br>
<p></p>
<p>Before I leave this place, let me quickly pass judgement on it. For some
reason, that's the only term that comes to mind.</p>
<p>The accommodation was clearly the worst, a dorm with noisy roommates and
no proper workspace anywhere in the whole hostel. I've had better
accommodations on Japanese ferries! Food was not only not included, but
the advertised burger bar was closed as well. The bed itself was okay, but
the sheets had holes in them. The atmosphere in this place in general was
not very pleasant. The bathroom was shared and also kinda crappy, as were
the lockers, and then there were the completely pointless check-in
complications. On the plus side, the free WiFi worked, the area was
definitely nice, and there was a bus stop right outside the hostel. The
price, meanwhile, was a total rip-off for what was offered. All of that
makes this place the third-worst I've ever stayed at, surpassed only by
the Nikko Park Lodge and the Ishinomaki Long Beach House (both see <a href="http://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2018/06/book-ii-chapter-5-trip-together.html">Book
II ~ Chapter 5 ~ A Trip Together</a>). I sure wish I had been able to
find a place as nice as Walpurgis' place around here...</p>
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<p>It goes without saying that I'm quite happy to depart, even if that means
I have to push my bike all the way to the station. Before I do, though, I
drop a message to my father, asking if he can pick Jycily and me up at the
Pasing station of Munich.</p>
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<p>Fortunately, that's not very far. It's basically just down the main road
for about a kilometre or so, and then I'll be at the station.</p>
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<p>Along the way, I happen to push Jycily past a bicycle shop. It goes
without saying that it's closed today, because apparently "The Universe
Clearly Hates My Tail"-day begins and ends at noon rather than midnight.
It does feature an inner tube vending machine, but I <em>still</em> don't
feel confident enough to change the inner tube of the back tire. I <em>do</em>
make a mental note about increasing my bicycle repair skill the next time
I level up though.</p>
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<p>Shortly thereafter, I arrive at the Kochel train station, which looks
fairly new, yet still has a rustic charm to it.</p>
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<p>This is one of those definite terminal stations, though there's still
plenty of buffer between the bumper and the lakeshore.</p>
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<p>And now, I am in luck for once, though I should not realize how much so
until my father tells me later. Not only do I arrive right in time to
comfortably buy a ticket for both Jycily and myself and still catch the
train with ease...</p>
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<p>...but I also arrive just one day after the railway line's re-opening
following extensive repairs to the tracks after a major railway accident
in this area. Having had no intent to take the train I had not paid any
attention to its availability whatsoever, but with things turning out as
they did, this is a real stroke of luck.</p>
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<p>And thus it happens that Jycily gets to ride the train for a change, and
since this train was designed for carrying bikes in addition to
passengers, it even features a designated bike space where I can secure
Jycily with just a little bit of creativity.</p>
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<p>The train is relatively empty at first, and should not get much fuller
all the way to Munich. I suppose there aren't many people who need to get
from out here to the big city at 9:45 on a Wednesday morning.</p>
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<p>This train ride should first take me north to Bichl ("Stream-let"), and
then northwest Seeshaupt ("Lake's Head"), where I last crossed through on
my ride to visit Vulparion (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2020/05/book-iii-chapter-14-project-petal-part.html">Book
III ~ Chapter 14 ~ Project Petal Part 3 ~ A Verily Vulpine Voyage</a>).
After that, it's only a little bit further north till we hit Tutzing
("Point Kin"), and from there on we only stop in Starnberg ("Starling
Mountain") before arriving in Pasing.</p>
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<p>Riding the train, we soon leave the wedge of mountains separating the
Isar from the Loisach behind, and then cross the latter as we head for the
Starnberger See. Forests, fields and pastures - some of them with cows -
dominate the landscape, and before we reach the big lake. We also pass the
Au-Weiher ("Oh Dear") along the way, and then the Starnberger See finally
comes into view in the distance. The train doesn't actually get close to
it until all the way to Starnberg, and after that it doesn't take long
before we reach Munich.</p>
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<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-13-194_Train_To_Munich.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>At the Pasing station, my father already stands ready to take me and
Jycily to my local trusted bicycle repair shop, and after that, he drops
me off back home. Slinking back to the Fox Loft without a bike was not the
plan, but I suppose it can't be helped.</p>
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<p>And thus, this failure of a ride comes to an end, and whereas I had hoped
to return physically exhausted but mentally refreshed, I now find myself
mentally exhausted instead, even if I'm physically okay. All in all, this
was definitely not an enjoyable experience, but at least I managed to
attain my goal of reaching the Walchensee by bike, even though getting
back was another matter entirely?<br>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Road Ahead</span></h3>
<p>And now? Well, stuff should happen, but more about that in the next
chapter. However, let one thing be said, namely that I make good on my
resolution to improve my bike repair skills: Useless thought the ADFC
might have been out in the field, at least it offers nice DIY courses on
how to fix and maintain your bike, and so I book one of them almost right
away, and participate a few weeks thereafter.</p>
<p>The takeaways from there? For one, I know now how to change a back tire,
but I also know what likely caused this particular type of puncture:
Namely too-low air pressure. If the air pressure in the tire is too low,
the bike might still run fine, but every time you brake, the inner tube
slips a little, yet the valve remains in its hole, getting more and more
skewed over time. Eventually, the stress becomes too much, and a
hard-to-fix puncture ensues. Knowing that much, I now put a monthly
Jycily-maintenance-day in my calendar, where I not only check the air
pressure in the tires (4.5-6 bar is recommended), but also grease the
chain. Let's see if that helps. And if not, I'll be even better prepared
the next time something like this happens.</p>
<p>Anyway, future rides are one thing, but there's also another. I'll tell
you about it soon, so stay tuned for the next chapter of the Travelling
Fox Blog!</p>
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<p><a name="top"> </a><i><b>4-Aug-2022 - 5-Aug-2022<br>
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<p><b>Table of Contents</b></p>
<ul>
<li><a href="#5_12_davao">The Delayed Davao Departure<br>
</a></li>
<li><a href="#5_12_flight_cebu">Cruising to Cebu</a></li>
<li><a href="#5_12_cebu">The Cebu Cake Dance Circuit</a></li>
<li><a href="#5_12_flight_singapore">Soaring to Singapore</a></li>
<li><a href="#5_12_singapore">The Changi Chase Challenge</a></li>
<li><a href="#5_12_flight_munich">Heading Home</a></li>
<li><a href="#5_12_munich">The Warmest Welcome</a></li>
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<p>After two weeks in the Philippines, it is now time for me to return home.
Part of me is sad that I have to leave Elgen's side, but another part of
me is happy that I get to leave her horribly hot and humid home behind and
return to climes that I feel more comfortable in. As such, it is with
mixed feelings that I look forward to...</p>
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<h3><a id="5_12_davao"><span style="color: orange;">The Delayed Davao
Departure </span></a></h3>
<p><i><b>4-Aug-2022</b></i></p>
<p>My flight only departs in the evening, but we have to check out of our
Airbnb way before that. Packing our things, we leave yet another empty
room behind shortly before noon.</p>
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<p>For me, that's nothing new. However, an odd twist is that this time
around, I've been asked by the owner of this apartment to turn on a
special UV-lamp when I leave for disinfection. Turns out that's easier
said than done. In the end, I leave it plugged in and in a state that I <em>believe</em>
is supposed to be on, but with no visual indication of it actually
working, I notify the owner to check whether the lamp is broken.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>At the ground floor, we check out of the Avida Towers at the reception
desk, which means we're getting our ID documents back.</p>
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<p>The receptionist also kindly calls us a taxi. And by that I mean, she
tells one of the security guards to go out on the street and wave in one
of the cabs passing by in intervals measured in seconds.</p>
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<p>True to most things here in the Philippines, this final taxi trip turns
out to be exciting once more as we end up having a driver who's so good
that he can drive hands-off. Sitting in the back seat, all buckled up, I
can only watch in horror and pray as our driver frequently takes out his
cell phone and writes text messages while driving in the middle of a busy
road, and every few seconds absentmindedly puts a hand on the wheel to
make minute adjustments. Next to me, Elgen, meanwhile, does not seem to be
bothered at all by this sort of reckless behavior.</p>
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<p>Fortunately, the route to the Airport <em>is</em> rather
straightforward. First, we head down Roxas Ave and then turn left onto
Quezon Boulevard, which also takes us past Magsaysay Park. The road
changes names a couple of times as we follow it, but eventually we reach
the Daang Maharlika Highway, onto which we turn right, and which takes us
the rest of the way to the airport, which as a matter of fact is quite
close to the city. In fact, our stray to Abreeza Mall (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2022/11/book-v-chapter-9-davao-downtime.html#abreeza">An
Abreeza Adventure</a>) took us almost half the distance to the Airport
already.</p>
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<p>Mostly, that ride only takes us past the house- and storefronts of Davao,
but while driving across the Agdao Flyover, we briefly get a look at the
roofs of the city. Also, near the end, there's a <em>slightly</em> more
rural part right before we turn into the driveway of the airport.</p>
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<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-12-007_Taxi_to_Airport.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
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<p>Security at the airport is tight. And not just <em>tight</em> tight, but
<strong>tight</strong> tight. At the gate, there's a guard that asks both
the taxi driver and us the reason for our presence here, and Elgen is not
even permitted into the departure hall.</p>
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<p>Since it's now just a bit later than noon, and my flight does not depart
for several hours, Elgen and I instead venture to a hall of restaurants
located at the other side of the car park. Thankfully, there's a lot of
shaded walkways, but we also have to cross some distance in the merciless
heat of the sun.</p>
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<p>Actually, "restaurants" is probably not invoking the correct picture for
what the places here are. Rather, "foodhouse" seems to be a pretty
adequate description. At first, I am hesitant about which one to pick, and
Elgen leaves the choice to me. So eventually, I just pick the King's Zone
Foodhouse.</p>
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<p>There, I pick one last exotic local food to try here in the Philippines,
and go for Siopao and Coconut Bread. Siopao is a kind of steamed bun with
a filling, and I don't know if they're generally this... uhh... "bland and
foamy"... or if that's just the case in this place. Either way, I
instantly regret my choice and look forward to more tasty food in the
future.</p>
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<p>And then, we wait in the relative cool of the foodhouse, killing time
until it's 15:00, and my flight's departure is getting within reasonable
reach. While waiting, I also take note that this place also has some XMas
decorations, much like the houses in Lampangang (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2022/12/book-v-chapter-10-languid-lampangang.html#5_10_flair">Book
V ~ Chapter 10 ~ Languid Lampangang ~ The Flair</a>).</p>
<p></p>
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<p>It is also in there that I have to deal with my final Filipino toilet.
This one does have a flush case, but it's not working, and so I have to
"flush" the old-fashioned way. Also, the floor is wet, and I sincerely do
not wish to know why.</p>
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<p>Afterwards, we cross back over to the airport across the car park...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>...where it is time for not one, but two farewells. First, I naturally
say goodbye to Elgen. But second, I am also saying goodbye to Emilious,
who accompanied me to so many places already. I leave him with her to keep
her company in my place. Meanwhile, I will get a Fennec plushie to keep me
company in hers, and Elgen and I promise each other that we will see each
other in Germany again, and that she'll bring Emilious then so that he can
be together with the Fennec plushie I have yet to get. At this point, I
should not yet know that this would be a farewell forever.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>After a goodbye with a heavy heart, I head for the very rustic departure
lounge, where I have to go through a security check before even entering
the building.</p>
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<p>Inside, I realize that the whole airport is actually little more than the
departure lounge with a few gates behind it. Dimension-wise it is maybe
about the same size as the one of Foz do Iguaçu (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2019/08/book-iii-chapter-3-crash-burn.html">Book
III ~ Chapter 3 ~ Crash & Burn</a>).</p>
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<p></p>
<p>That realization fills me with dread as it makes me re-live all the
horrible, horrible complications that happened to me there (also see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2019/08/the-traumatizing-transatlantic-terror.html">Book
III ~ Chapter 4 ~ The Traumatizing Transatlantic Terror Trip</a>). It's
been over three years now, and I am still traumatized by that experience.
I fear I may never get over it. As such, I step up to the check-in counter
summoning all the confidence that I can muster, and praying to Inari that
everything will go well.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>As feared, it turns out to be a hassle. I explain to them that I'm
travelling under my "religious name", which is true on a variety of
levels, and show them all my papers and official proof of residency, and
they still have to give it to the upstairs office and leave me praying for
roughly half an hour. Then, and only then, do they thankfully say it's
acceptable, and hand me my boarding passes... although they insist they
have to print my old name on them in addition to my real name, which is
also a first.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Relieved that the worst part is behind me, I make my way towards the
gate, but not without stopping by The Souvenir Shop for some pizza... Just
kidding, for some souvenirs, of course. Since I gave most of my leftover
Filipino cash to Elgen to help her apply for a visa to visit me in
Germany, I can't get a lot, but it's still enough for a keychain and a
magnet. </p>
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<p></p>
<p>However, on my way to the gate, there's still another obstacle in my way,
and once again it is of a kind that I have not yet encountered on my
travels: A toll booth! Turns out you have to pay an extra fee to access
the terminal, and even had I not bought the souvenirs just now, I would
not have had enough Filipino cash on me to pay that! It goes without
saying that you can't pay by card either, which is just fantastic.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Fortunately, though, there's a money exchange service at a nearby café,
and I already have readied a number of € bills in my wallet in
anticipation of my return to Germany. In the end, I exchange another 20€
here in order to be able to pay the terminal fee. And so it happens that I
get yet one more unusual souvenir in the form of a terminal fee ticket.
And unlike keychains and magnets, this really is something that you can
only get in the Philippines (or at least I haven't been to another place
that uses such a system yet).</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Anyway, after yet another security check (just in case I bought a bomb in
The Souvenir Shop), I arrive at the gate lounge where I now finally allow
myself to breathe easily. From here on out, the remainder of the trip
should be a breeze.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Or so I thought! Because as I look out of the window, I realize that
there's still something missing. Something rather essential, in fact: The
plane!</p>
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<p>As announcements should soon inform us, the plane, which is incoming from
Singapore, is going to be delayed... which is making me just a tidbit
nervous because I only have a scheduled layover of less than 2 hours in
Singapore airport, and that airport is <em>big</em>. Add to that the fact
that with unboarding and boarding taking at least 15 minutes each, and
that reduces the actual layover to less than 1.5 hours. More then enough
reason for me to be worried.</p>
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<p>By the time the plane finally arrives, it is already late by roughly one
hour. At this point I still have hopes that it will recover some of that
delay with a shorter layover here in Davao...</p>
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<p>...but that is not the case, and by the time we finally get to board, it
looks like the flight will stick to its one-hour-delay.</p>
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<p>Well, at least the staff is still nice and friendly despite the delay. I
might have been flying with Singapore Airlines one time to many, though,
if boarding one of their planes starts feeling like homecoming to me. The
plane is a Boeing 737-8 MAX again, by the way, which makes sense since
this is the same "line" that I used to get here (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2022/10/book-v-chapter-8-philippine-prospect.html#flight_davao">Archipelagic
Aviation</a>).</p>
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<p>Incidentally, this "line" is a really unusual triangle flight, going from
Singapore to Davao, then from there to Cebu, and then back to Singapore.
Which means that rather than going straight to Singapore from here, the
impending flight should have me...</p>
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<h3><a id="5_12_flight_cebu"><span style="color: orange;">Cruising to Cebu </span></a></h3>
<p><i><b>4-Aug-2022</b></i><br>
<i><b>Flight Duration:</b> 1h 5min<br>
<b>Approximate Distance: </b>400km<br>
<b>Average Speed:</b> 370km/h</i></p>
<p>Now, I have good news and bad news. The bad news is that apparently I
checked in too late, and as such was unable to secure a window seat on
either of my flights. The good news is that despite that, the window seat
on my row remains spectacularly unoccupied, and as such I get to sit by
the window after all.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>The reason for this is actually quite simple: Since this is a triangle
flight, the person who booked this seat is obviously not aboard yet, and
will only board in Cebu. But that still means I get to sit by the window
until then. As a a direct result of that, I get to see this interesting
rainbow-patterned building of shifting colors, which turns out to be the
KJC King Dome, a combined cathedral and sports arena for the
Philippine-based Kingdom of Jesus Christ church. I suppose a light show
like that is one way to make religion cool again.</p>
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<p>Being in the tropics, night falls quickly while we wait inside the plane
for final preparations to complete, and by the time we're ready for
takeoff, the sun has already set. This has ups and downs. On the plus
side, it means that I get to behold an ocean of lights as we take off over
the city. But on the minus side, I don't get to see much of the
surrounding landscape. We take off towards the southwest, which means I'm
facing to the southeast at first and look out towards Island Garden City
of Samal. The plane then turns right towards the north, which gives me a
view on the city of Davao, and even Mt. Apo as a silhouette against the
twilight sky of dusk. After that, the lights of civilization quickly fade,
and before long the only thing still visible on the ground is the string
of lights marking the busy Davao Bukidnon Road.</p>
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height="360" width="640"></video></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-12-031_Davao_Takeoff.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>This flight should be my shortest one yet... as in, <em>ever</em>. With
a flight distance of only 400km, the only excuse for this waste of
kerosene is that it takes us across seas with straits wide enough that
building tunnel or bridges to cross them would set new world records, and
thus hardly the thing that I would expect a developing country to set
their sights on, especially when they <em>still</em> don't have any
railroads on Mindanao in this day and age. The route takes us north along
Mindanao's central mountain range, and then over the Bohol Sea. We also
fly across the eponymous island of Bohol, and then the Cebu strait before
we reach Cebu, which is located on the island of Cebu, which in turn makes
up most of the Cebu province (cuz why go through all the trouble of coming
up with different names for all these?).</p>
<p></p>
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<p>The brevity of the flight becomes even more apparent when you look at the
speed/altitude chart. The flight is so short that we don't even reach the
typical airline cruise altitude of 33,000ft, and instead briefly - for
approximately 5 minutes - level out at 29,000ft, and the rest of the
flight consists of either ascent or descent.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>That time is just short enough for the crew to serve us a cup of
environmentally harmful packaged apple juice. And since it's already dark
outside, that is also already the most noteworthy event of this flight.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>Shortly thereafter, we already approach Cebu Airport from the northeast.
Ironically, the airport is not actually located on the island of Cebu, but
rather on the small island of Mactan, which is separated from Cebu island
by a roughly 500m wide strait.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>That having been said, the landing is not very visually exciting, on
account of it already being dark and me looking out towards the sea rather
than the island of Cebu. I only actually start seeing some lights a minute
before the landing as the houses on the landspit of Punta Engaño come into
sight. Shortly afterwards, we fly low across the M.L. Quezon National
Highway, and then we already touch down on the runway.</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-12-036_Cebu_Landing.mp4"
height="360" width="640"></video></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-12-036_Cebu_Landing.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>As we reach the terminal, I can already see that this airport is
considerably more modern than that of Davao...</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>...and I should indeed get a chance to sea it, for an announcement
informs us passengers that even the ones who are bound for Singapore have
to get off here, for no particular reason. And here I had hoped I could
skip the usual disembarkation jam for once.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>We should actually get right back on board after a rather pointless
circuit on the airport, which I am going to refer to as...</p>
<p><br>
</p>
<a href="#top"><span style="font-size: 75%;">↑ to top</span></a><br>
<h3><a id="5_12_cebu"><span style="color: orange;">The Cebu Cake Dance
Circuit</span></a></h3>
<p><i><b>4-Aug-2022</b></i></p>
<p>Thus, I end up leaving the plane at Cebu, across the jet bridge, and into
the terminal.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>There, me and all other Singapore-bound passengers are given a large
plastic transit-card and ushered in one direction, while the passengers
whose destination is, in fact, Cebu, are going another way.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>What follows is a loop round through the Cebu airport, which is not only
more modern but also considerably larger than that of Davao. Also, there's
attendants posted to make sure none of us loses our way in regular
intervals.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>Along the way, I pass by the encoding center, and then go through my
third security check today, just in case I somehow managed to procure a
bomb or something on the flight from Davao.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>After that, I have to walk the same distance back towards the gate,
passing an interesting ramen shop add along the way. I also appreciate the
modern design of the airport with its wooden ornaments and flowing shape.
Not only is it more modern than Davao, but it also clearly beats Munich.
In fact, I'd go so far as to say that this airport does not fall very
short of Singapore itself in terms of design.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>Well, I suppose a bit of physical activity is good between flights, and
before long I reach the gate lounge again, where I elect to sit down
rather than stand in line like many others. The plane is still waiting for
us outside, and there's no indication that we might make up even a single
minute of our one-hour delay. I suspect that the air controllers have by
now consolidated the delay into their flight plans, so there's little hope
of recovery. Incidentally, this is also where I have to hand in that
transit-card again (though since at this point the transit passengers are
already mingled with the new passengers from Cebu, I don't suppose anyone
would have noticed if someone had just slipped it into their coat pocket
or carry-on luggage - ideally someone not wearing a conspicuous custom
fox-themed facial mask).</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>Anyway, boarding soon commences, and roughly 20 minutes after I
disembarked via the jet bridge, I am walking the same jet bridge again,
this time into the other direction to get back aboard the jet that I just
left to participate in this lovely pointless little cake dance.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>As for the reasons why they did this, I can only speculate. It seems like
a huge waste of time for me. I mean, imagine the same thing on a train or
bus. If everyone hat to get off and back on again, that would lead to
massive delays as the people struggle to get out and back in again.
Speaking of which...</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Reinforcing my theory of the consolidated delay, the plane should
stubbornly remain on ground for roughly half an hour after everyone is
seated, and thus, our stopover in Cebu ends up measuring a whole hour by
the time we take off again and go...</p>
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<h3><a id="5_12_flight_singapore"><span style="color: orange;">Soaring to
Singapore </span></a></h3>
<p><i><b>4-Aug-2022</b></i><br>
<i><b>Flight Duration:</b> 3h 40min<br>
</i><i><b>Approximate Distance: </b>2,500km<br>
</i><i><b>Average Speed:</b> 680km/h</i></p>
<p>Unfortunately, my prediction turns out to be correct, and the seats on
the window and in the middle end up being occupied, which leaves me with
the seat farthest away from the window. Its a bit of a waste, really,
since the people sitting there don't appear to make particularly good use
of their privilege, but I'm also too shy to ask if they'd mind switching
seats. Two times around the world, meeting hundreds of people, living in
several dozen families and I'm still too shy. At this point I'm pretty
sure it's terminal.</p>
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<p>Oh well, it's not like I would have gotten any particularly good shots
anyway. Not only is it going to be dark for this entire flight, but by now
it has also started to rain, so the conditions are about as photo- and
video-averse as they are realistically gonna get.</p>
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<p>I may or may not have noted this before, but the flight map system on
these Boeing 737-8 MAX planes really sucks. What bothers me most is that
it does not track the actual flight route but only displays the current
position and from there draws straight lines - not even great circle lines
- to the origin and destination. And on top of that, the information it
displays can be somewhat inaccurate. For example, while we're still <em>stationary</em>
on the ground it displays us not only as being 9 meters under, but also as
having a ground speed of 5 km/h. And somehow I also sincerely doubt that
the winds outside are blowing at speeds exceeding 180 km/h. On the other
hand, I can also still remember the times when planes didn't have any of
those fancy screens at all.</p>
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<p>Our route takes us first southwest across the Sulu Sea, and then merges
with the flight corridor that the plane took on the its trip from
Singapore near the coast of Borneo. From there, it's pretty much the same
as on my outbound trip, only this time in the dark.</p>
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<p>Dinner is served shortly before we reach Borneo, and takes the form of
braised pork with rice, vegetables and bread (which I naturally chose over
the boring "chicken"-option). As expected of Singapore airlines, it's a
wholesome and tasty meal.</p>
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<p>After that, I try to nap a little in order to prevent jetlag while most
of the other people in the plane prefer watching movies, and by the time I
wake up again, the lights of Singapore (or probably rather the surrounding
islands) ore already visible. Using the zoom function of my camera, I even
manage to take some pictures from my rather window-remote seat.</p>
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<p>One landing later, and we're on Singapore ground, with roughly the
predicted hour's delay. There's an announcement regarding connecting
flights, but it's kinda hard to understand. All I hear is something about
attendants at the gate. The typical plane exit jam turns into a torturous
wait as my mind starts counting down the seconds until my connecting plane
departs, and I'm not the only one with that predicament. Trying to
distract myself from my anxiety, I strike up a conversation with an
equally anxious woman next to me who also worries about missing her
flight.</p>
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<p>Eventually, the line of people starts moving, and we're on our way out of
the plane. What follows next should be the most hectic segment of my
flight trips yet, namely...</p>
<p><br>
</p>
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<h3><a id="5_12_singapore"><span style="color: orange;">The Changi Chase
Challenge</span></a></h3>
<p><i><b>4-Aug-2022 - 5-Aug-2022</b></i></p>
<p>The situation that I'm in now is what I'd call a Game Master's dream: It
is a situation where there are two distinct outcomes, and both are
possible, yet it is impossible to say which one will occur. Both of them
will have different consequences and cause the story to progress down
different paths, and which one of those will occur depends on both the
players' actions and also the whims of fortune. In this case, the player
is me, and the question is whether I will catch my connecting flight or
not. The game field is Singapore Changi Airport, and the challenge is to
get from literally one end of the airport to the other before the gate
closes. My arrival gate is C14, and my departure gate is F58. And by the
way, the direct path through Terminal 2 is still closed for renovations.
Accounting for all twists and turns that entails, the distance that needs
to be covered equals roughly 2km on foot, and 1km by sky train (which runs
every 5 minutes). The time limit is roughly half an hour. Good luck!</p>
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<p>Disembarking via the jet bridge, there's only so fast I can go, what with
plenty of people ahead of me. Fortunately, most of those are in a hurry
too, so the going is generally fast.</p>
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<p>Now, one of the principal problems is that while I just gave you a map
going exactly where I need to go, I, at this point in time, don't have
such an aid, and there's absolutely no time to leisurely figure out which
gate I need to go and how to get there. Fortunately, Singapore Airlines
has kindly posted a big "Flight Transfers" billboard right outside the
gate, with my flight and its gate in the "Immediate Boarding" section.</p>
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<p>It takes me a moment to get my bearings, but fortunately Singapore Changi
Airport is pretty well signposted, so I quickly figure out the direction
of the F gates, and then I start running. It works out in my advantage
that it's almost midnight and the huge halls are relatively empty.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>The first stage of my frantic chase takes me to the sky train connecting
terminals 1 and 3. It's not all that far away from my starting gate, but
since I've been running full speed and with my (probably overweight)
carry-on luggage backpack on <strong>and</strong> having to wear a face
mask, I arrive pretty out of breath, but do manage to catch the sky train
before it departs. In there, I try to catch my breath as best as I can.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>However, by the short time it takes to reach it's destination is by far
too little to get me back into running condition again, especially
considering I pretty much spent most of my time in the Philippines
recovering from one sickness or another. And so, rather than run, I resign
myself to a hasty walk through the main body of Terminal 3. I still don't
know exactly where I'm going, but fortunately, there are signs pointing me
into the right directions posted in regular intervals, so I just have to
follow those. I even pass by a little garden along the way, but have no
time to truly appreciate it.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Fortunately, I also manage to catch the second sky train, which is also
the only way to get to the disconnected part of terminal 2. This one is
already considerably less full, and I wonder if any of the people in here
are also racing to make it to the gate.</p>
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<p>By now, I am getting more confident that I will make it in time.
Nonetheless, upon getting off the sky train, I continue onwards as quickly
as my constitution and face mask allow me, hastening down the travellators
to get to my gate.</p>
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<p>And make it I do! I arrive at the gate pretty much exactly at midnight,
and the status is already "Gate Closing". The guard quickly ushers me
inside, and there I have to go through yet another security checkpoint
(that makes four). However, since I'm no already inside the gate (panting
heavily) I am no longer worried that the flight will leave without me.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Boarding starts just as I put all my belongings back on after getting
through the security checkpoint. After me, the couple that I saw on the
sky train still arrives, and then my boarding group gets called, and and
is time to get aboard.</p>
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<p>In fact, boarding turns into another jam, so I figure I would probably
still have caught my flight if I had missed one or possibly even both sky
trains. After that, it would have heavily dependent on the local policy
regarding tardiness.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>But anyway, I have done it. Despite my fears, I have managed to catch my
connecting flight, and while I'm sure that missing my flight and seeing
what happens then would also have made for an interesting story to tell,
right here, right now, I'm just glad that I'm now...</p>
<p><br>
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<h3><a id="5_12_flight_munich"><span style="color: orange;">Heading Home</span></a></h3>
<p><i><b>5-Aug-2022</b></i><br>
<i><b>Flight Duration:</b> 12h 0min<br>
</i><i><b>Approximate Distance: </b>11,100km<br>
</i><i><b>Average Speed:</b> 925km/h</i></p>
<p>Once again, I did not manage to secure a window seat.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>However, in consolation I have managed to get myself an <em>interesting</em>
seat. It is the frontmost seat in the economy class, which means I have
extra legroom, extra extra legroom, as well as a nifty fold-in screen
hidden in the armrest as my seat faces the hallway going through premium
economy and business class. I pretty much only need to tuck in my legs if
someone wants to pass through or the flight attendants need to access
something from the cupboards in front of me.</p>
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<p>This time around, I got a slightly better view of the window, but it's
still not good enough to capture more than a blur of lights out of the
window as we take off. The type of the plane this time is an Airbus
A350-900, by the way, same as on my outbound trip.</p>
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<p>During takeoff, I am also privy to experience a minor cupboard
malfunction right in front of me. Fortunately, that particular cupboard is
either empty or only lightly loaded at the bottom with things that do not
fall out, and after I call an attendant they quickly manage to take care
of it.</p>
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<p>Food is soon served, though I am a bit hesitant about what to call it. I
already had breakfast, lunch and dinner today, and there's one more meal
scheduled before landing that will definitely be breakfast. So what do you
call the fourth meal between dinner and breakfast on an eastwards-bound
30-hour day cycle? It's definitely too big to be called a midnight snack,
so maybe I'll just call it a midnight meal. Anyway, the midnight meal
consists of tasty crusted baked fish with vegetables, potatoes and bread
(or at least the more interesting option does, the alternative being
chicken).<em></em></p>
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<p>And for dessert there's once again the ice cream with attitude.</p>
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<p>Following dinner, I try getting some shuteye while everyone around me
sets themselves up for jetlag syndrome. And while sleeping in a plane is
certainly not the most comfortable way to spend the night, I have to say
it still beats the painful pallet I had to put up with in Lampangang (see
<a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2022/12/book-v-chapter-10-languid-lampangang.html">Book
V ~ Chapter 10 ~ Languid Lampangang</a>).</p>
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<p>By the time I wake up again, the majority of our journey is already over,
and yet I am startled to find that we appear to be roughly 1000km
off-course and headed for Egypt, or possibly Libya or Algeria. Has the
plane quietly been hijacked while I was asleep? Is there an armed
terrorist in the cockpit threatening the pilot to stay quiet and take the
plane to a secret airfield in the Libyan dessert? For a moment I am so
worried about that possibility that the censored city on the map barely
registers on my radar.</p>
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<p>However, my fears are alleviated as the plane eventually turns north and
gets more or less back on course again. Maybe the Singaporean flight
attendants managed to defeat the subdue the hijacker with mystical Kung-Fu
powers, maybe the pilot finally woke up again after accidentally setting
the autopilot for Casablanca, or maybe they just felt like flying over
Alexandria for a change.</p>
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<p>It is also possible that the geopolitical climate has shifted <em>again</em>
while I was away, and we're now having trouble with Turkiye and Iran in
addition to Russia, Syria and Afghanistan, which <em>would</em> narrow
down the valid flight paths a little. In the big picture it's not even <em>that</em>
big of a detour. Even if it feels like being a thousand kilometers off the
shortest route would lead add a lot to the total distance, in reality it
barely adds 500km to the already over 10,000km long flight. Spherical
geometry sure is a fun thing, isn't it?</p>
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<p>Anyway, with that little spoiler out of the way, here's our flight route.
We start out by flying over Sumatra, passing over We Island as we leave
its northwestern tip behind. Then we cross the Bay of Bengal and south
India before heading out over the Arabian Sea, and heading straight for
the Gulf of Oman. As we subsequently cross the Persian Gulf, the plane
takes an interesting route that seems to be a compromise between staying
as far away from Iran an Qatar as possible. Afterwards, we head west and
happen to end up flying over Eilat at the southernmost tip of Israel, at
the northernmost point of the Gulf of Agaba, which is a significant point
for me because that's where I went swimming with dolphins half a lifetime
ago. The next waypoint is Suez, and then we turn northwest, passing over
Alexandria and then the Mediterranean Sea. Crossing over into Europe, we
fly over Crete and Greece, followed by most of the other Baltic states
before finally crossing Austria and then arriving in Germany.</p>
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<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-12-075_Route_Singapore_to_Munich.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>But it's yet quite some time before we get there. Right now, the coming
dawn is just visible if I look out of the window on the other side of the
plane. The black line, by the way, is not the horizon, but the right wing
of the plane against the light.</p>
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<p>Breakfast is soon served, and one last time, I get to choose the
interesting option. This time around that one takes the form of Singapore
fried carrot cake with prawn plus bread and yogurt. At least that's what
the name says, because I'd personally describe it as a shrimp omelette.
Regardless of what you want to call it, however, it's once again very
tasty.</p>
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<p>The sun has yet to rise by the time we reach the Greek mainland...</p>
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<p>...and some time thereafter, I finally get my first glimpses of terrain
ever since I left the Philippines. I wonder which mountain that is. It has
to be somewhere in the Alps already.</p>
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<p>Crossing over into Germany, I can see two lakes below, which I <em>think</em>
might be the Chiemsee ("Gill Lake") and the nearby Simssee ("Ledge
Lake")...</p>
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<p>...and finally, the familiar farms and forests of Germany come into view,
and I let out a sigh of relief as I realize how much I've missed this
place. I've only been away for two weeks, but somehow, it has seem like so
much longer.</p>
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<p>The contrast could not be much bigger: In place of plantations there are
field speckled with hedges and forests, the buildings are not slum-like
wooden barracks with occasional metal roofs but sturdy shingled stone
structures, and they are not sitting side-by-side along a straight road
but sit in clusters along a network of curved paths that has organically
grown over centuries. There may be fewer trees around here, yes, but
somehow, the whole landscape still looks way more natural to me.</p>
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<p>From there, it's not much longer until we begin our final descent to
Munich, approaching the airport from the east. The weather is clear and
somewhat humid, so I can't see all the way to the Alps.</p>
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<p>After touching down, there's one thing I notice right away, however: The
grass is pretty brown, which probably means that there has been no rain
for some time - quite in contrast to the Philippines, where it rained
pretty much every single day.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>But anyway, after a harrowing journey to the Philippines, I am now
finally home again. I still need to get through what I sincerely hope will
be my last disembarkation jam for quite a while and then head home by
train, but compared to what I've been through already, that should be a
breeze.</p>
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<p>Already, I am quite happy to be home, yet unbeknownst to me, I am yet in
for...</p>
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<h3><a id="5_12_munich"><span style="color: orange;">The Warmest Welcome</span></a></h3>
<p><i><b>5-Aug-2022</b></i></p>
<p>Stepping out of the plane and onto the jet bridge, the first thing that I
notice is that it's warm. As in <em>warm</em> warm. In fact, the
temperature is close the what I experienced in the Philippines, and yet
it's much easier to bear because it's a dry heat as opposed to the
oppressive humidity that I experienced back there. Turns out that Germany
has been going through a little drought while I was away, and although
Upper Bavaria is still looking mostly okay, parts of the country are
literally on fire.</p>
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<p>Nothing of that is noticeable in the sterile halls of Munich airport,
however, with even the heat dissipating in the air-conditioned main
building.</p>
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<p>The circle of my journey closes as I reach my favorite restaurant at the
airport...</p>
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<p>...and I manage to get through the automated border control without any
issues too.</p>
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<p>Even the luggage claim poses no problem this time around. My trusty
backpack of flames - well wrapped in a duct-tape-marked black bag - is
among the first items out. With the flight delay, I would not have been
particularly surprised to find my luggage missing again like how it
happened that time in Toronto (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2019/06/book-iii-chapter-i-bad-beginning.html">Book
III ~ Chapter 1 ~ The Bad Beginning</a>), but apparently the Singapore
staff really know their stuff.</p>
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<p>By the time I get out into the arrival hall, it's only 7:30. This early
in the morning, there's no one here to pick me up, so I have to make my
way back home on my own.</p>
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<p>Heading for the underground S-Bahn station, I stop by the vending
machines to by my 9-Euro ticket for this month - the third and last of its
kind, because this is only a limited-time program that expires at the end
of August. Interestingly, this one comes out in a different format than
the last two that I used, probably because I got this one from an MVV
(Münchner Verkehrs Verbund = "Munich Traffic Association") vending machine
and the others from an MVG (Münchner Verkehrs Gemeinschaft = "Munich
Traffic Society") machine.</p>
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<p>The S-Bahn soon arrives, and once again I am grateful that I am now back
in a country that <em>has</em> a public railway transit system. I am also
looking forward to a ride without any security checkpoints along the way,
or having to worry about being blown up by a bomb.</p>
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<p>The train is about half full, and unlike in the Philippines, where
everyone was always wearing their masks outside, here we only have to wear
them inside the trains, and some people don't even do that anymore.</p>
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<p>The train ride to Moosach passes without any issues, and looking out of
the window along the way, I take note that while a lot of grass is brown,
the bushes and trees still look generally healthy. There are a few clouds
in the sky, but it generally looks like it's gonna be a hot day today.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Arriving in Moosach, I realize that I've apparently been away too long,
because I end up getting off at the wrong end of the train, and thus have
to walk for a bit until I reach the bus stop.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>From there, I have to take the bus to cover the remainder of the way
home. Fortunately, that's not a problem whatsoever, because the city buses
here in Munich are <strong><em>so much better</em></strong> than the ones
in Davao.</p>
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<p>There's maybe half a dozen people inside, and while that would have made
a Davao bus crowded already, here that means there's lots of space for
everyone, and once again I am really grateful and appreciative of the
almost luxurious conditions that our local public transport offers us.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>A short and blissfully checkpoint-free ride later, I am back in
Untermenzing again...</p>
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<p>...and from the bus stop there it's only a short walk back to the Fox
Loft.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>The final challenge is getting up to the second floor with my heavy
luggage, but I am rewarded with Toledo giving me a warm welcome right
inside the door. He's clearly missed me.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>And Jamie soon makes an appearance too, though she's not as forthcoming
as Toledo.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>The joy of reunion lasts precisely until I have a look at the house and
start screaming. The Kitsune Room - my work room - is still in the best
shape, with only towels and plushies lying around on the floor.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Unfortunately, it gets progressively worse from there. The Map Room - my
living room - not only has cushions scattered around, but also an
overturned waste basket...</p>
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<p>...the Fushimi Room - my bedroom - features cat poop on the carpet and a
dirty cat toilet, as well as unhinged bed curtains...</p>
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<p>...and the Sakana Room - my kitchen - even features cat poop in the sink.
Well, I suppose that one is easier to get clean than the carpet.</p>
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<p>An old friend of the family has been taking care of my cats while I was
gone, but maybe the next time I'm gone for this long I'd better hire a
professional pet care service instead. In addition to all that mess, I
also notice that the cats have somehow managed to get into the dry food
again, despite it being stored inside a lockable cabinet onto which I even
posted a little reminder: "Caution, always lock cabinet door! Toledo will
get it open otherwise"</p>
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<p>In addition, I know I had cat food for three weeks in the cabinet and
left very intuitive instructions about the dosage posted on the cabinet
door, and yet now there's only a single can left. So rather than to stay
and recover from my journey, I have to first get the worst of the place
back in order, and then need to head out again to make an emergency cat
food run.</p>
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<p>The last surprise awaits me when I finally happen to see the back of the
Kitsune Room door and see that apparently a certain cat who likes to climb
on doors (yes, I'm looking at <strong><em>you</em></strong> Toledo) has
damaged a print of artwork I bought at an Eurofurence. Fortunately, I can
still fix it up, and the main part of the print is not damaged, but it
will still never look like new again.</p>
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<p>What a nice homecoming. Still, despite all that I feel much more at home
here than I ever could in the Philippines, so it's definitely good to be
back. As it is, I am happy and grateful that I managed to return alive
from this adventure, and am looking forward to some less adventurous trips
in the future. And those should happen, and I will tell you about them
here, on the Travelling Fox Blog. But that is then. And now I rest.</p>
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Kira Resarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509961265863417345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711878515801144615.post-23780208162311754002023-01-11T23:57:00.013+09:002023-01-15T00:01:58.057+09:00Book V ~ Chapter 11 ~ Discovering Davao<html>
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<body><a name="5_11_top"></a><i><b>30-Jul-2022 - 3-Aug-2022</b></i><br>
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<b>Table of Contents</b>
<ul>
<li><a href="#5_11_place">The Place</a></li>
<li><a href="#5_11_taxi_tour">Taxi Trans-Town Tour</a></li>
<li><a href="#5_11_food">The Food</a></li>
<li><a href="#5_11_nightmarket">Nearby Nightmarket</a></li>
<li><a href="#5_11_flair">The Flair</a></li>
<li><a href="#5_11_cathedral">Cathedral Checkup</a></li>
<li><a href="#5_11_road_ahead">The Road Ahead</a></li>
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<p>After a short trip to Lampangang, we are now back in...</p>
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<p>And since we've already been here before, let me go straight to...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Place</span></h3>
<p>Elgen and I are still staying in our apartment in the Avida Towers Davao.
In fact, we didn't even check out during out visit to Lampangang. With
prices being as cheap as here, we could just afford to let our little stay
place stand empty until our return.</p>
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<p>As such, there's not all that much to tell in this section, except for a
few little things that I did not notice before. For one, there's the
washing machine, which also has "something like" a drying mode.</p>
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<p>In reality, though, we end up having to hang up our laundry literally all
over the place to dry, because the place doesn't come with a clothes rack
or a balcony. In fact, without any dedicated solution, we have to go
creative about where to hang it. It goes without saying that in this humid
climate they take forever to get dry like this.</p>
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<p>However, instead of a proper drying function, the washing machine (which
is called "Wobble", by the way) has a neat little jingle it plays whenever
it is done. That certainly beats boring beeping.</p>
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<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-11-005_Washing_Machine_Jingle.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>Next, the shelf that is in the bathroom has a sign saying "Please NO
Heavy Objects on Glass Shelf", and as I find out, there's a good reason
for it. You see, the shelf is not exactly firmly affixed to the wall, and
such it ends up coming off one day during normal use. Fortunately, I
manage to re-attach it, yet something still seems odd...</p>
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<p>One day, the weather is relatively dry, and as such we get a nice view of
Samal right from out room's window.</p>
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<p>And on another, we go to Gaisano Mall once again, only to get caught in
the middle of back-to-school shopping, with the ground floor of one of the
great halls being completely filled with backpacks, binders and other
school supplies.</p>
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<p>Since this time around I am not feeling quite as miserable, we also take
some time to look around, and in doing so discover the desolate roof
terrace, which looks exactly like something that <em>might</em> have been
a nice place, but at some point it was apparently just abandoned. The big,
blocky building in the background with the spiky spire is a hotel called
"The Pinnacle", by the way.</p>
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<p>Walking through the mall, we come by a shop selling exotic wares, known
as the Euro Baker...</p>
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<p>...and then we unanimously decide to go for lunch in the mall's Jollibee,
which is a franchise I've been meaning to check out during my stay here
anyway.</p>
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<p>Tuns out it's something of an European-style fast food restaurant, with
all the implications that brings. Standing at the counter, you get to
decide between various combinations of pasta, steak, chicken and rice.</p>
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<p>Since by now I'm familiar with the typical portion sizes here in the
Philippines, I do not feel afraid at all to just order the super meal,
which comes with a bit of everything except fries, which Elgen ends up
ordering. Meanwhile, my meal has chicken, steak with mushrooms, rice and
spaghetti with tomato sauce, all on one plate. There's not a lot of each,
but combined it's still quite filling (especially considering I have to
finish Elgen's fries as well, since she barely eats anything).</p>
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<p>Afterwards, we hit the drug store to pick up some medicine for both Elgen
and myself. Note how the counter is separated from the customer section by
acrylic glass. Also, we have to draw numbers, since apparently the
apothecaries need to go through quite a complicated process in order to
sell medicine. In fact, we can see half a dozen or so shuffle around
behind the counter, doing this and that, grabbing boxes of medicine,
putting them on scales, entering numbers in various machines, and so on
and so forth. Back in Germany all that goes a lot faster.</p>
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<p>Finally, we still get some groceries from the supermarket before
returning back to the Avida Towers. So much for this part. Now, let us go
straight to the major main event of this chapter, which is the epic...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Taxi Trans-Town Tour</span></h3>
<em><strong>1-Aug-2022</strong></em><br>
<p>Now that I'm feeling <em>reasonably</em> healthy again, I am up to
finally properly explore the city. For that purpose, Elgen made a
suggestion, namely chartering a taxi and taking a tour to certain scenic
points along with her sister Rachel. Chartering a taxi for a whole day
sound expensive, but since I've learned that the options for getting
around here are really limited, I go along with that. The result should be
a day trip that takes us literally all over the place. In order, we should
hit the hospital where we pick up Rachael, the Museo Dabawenyo, Jack's
Ridge, the Shrine of the Holy Infant Jesus of Prague, the Hilltop View
Deck, the Japanese Tunnel, Crocodile Park, Ramon Magsaysay Park, and a
Penong's. In retrospective, I could have attempted to pick up two more
caches along the way at the Hilltop View Deck and Crocodile Park, but by
this time I have resigned myself to there not being (m)any Geocaches in
the Philippines, so I failed to check in advance. And even if I had, I
doubt Elgen would have let me wear my Geocaching tails anyways...</p>
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<p>But one thing after the other. First, Elgen and I walk to the D'Counter
hotel across from people's park, where we meet up with another one of
Elgen's cousins. This one has a Polish mate, and they already have a kid
together.</p>
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<p>They help us organize a taxi, which goes a lot less "call an agency and
make a booking" and a lot more "hail down a cab from the road and haggle
with the driver" than I had anticipated. In the end, the whole thing costs
me 4000₱, or about 68€, which is over three times than what we paid for
out trip to Lampangang and back.</p>
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<p>And then we're off. I leave it to Elgen to direct the taxi driver as we
drive through the streets en route to pick up Elgen's sister from the
hospital.</p>
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<p>Afterwards, our first proper stop is the Museo Dabawenyo, the city museum
of Davao. It reminds me a lot of the Wellington Museum in New Zealand (see
<a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2016/11/straying-in-wellington.html">Book
I ~ Chapter 8 ~ Straying in Wellington</a>), except not.</p>
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<p>The whole museum is pretty much just one big room, and while they do have
some interesting cultural treasures, there's not exactly a lot of them.
Now, I'm not the kind of person who reads every text in a museum, but even
if I was, it wouldn't take me much more than half an hour to read through
all this place has to offer. Also, Elgen, Rachel and I are the only
visitors, and are actually outnumbered by the museum's staff and security
at a ratio of 1:2. On the plus side, admission is free, and we <em>do </em>get
to play on the Bangkakaw log drum exhibit. Now that's one thing that
Wikipedia can't offer!</p>
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<p>Our next stop after that is Jack's Ridge. As the name suggest, that one
is atop a considerable rise. As in, I'm really glad I don't have to ride a
bike to get up here.</p>
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<p>Originally a Japanese fortification during WW2, chosen for its strategic
vantage point overlooking the city and harbor, today, Jack's Ridge is a
hotel and dining resort with fantastic vistas and lovingly designed
gardens and walkways.</p>
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<p>True enough, from up here we can see all the way to the Davao towers, the
harbor, and even Samal in the distance (although it is a bit hazy today).</p>
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<p>And on the other side, the view of the gardens with the restaurants in
the background is not half bad either. For once, it looks like someone
cares. Also note how all the walkways connecting buildings are roofed,
owing to the fact that days on which it does not rain at all are a rare
exception in these tropical parts.</p>
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<p>Knowing we had a lot to get done today, we did start the day early. As
such, we did not have breakfast yet, which is just about to be remedied.
Since I did check in advance that Jack's Ridge featured restaurants, I was
reasonably certain that we'd find someplace to get a bite to eat up here,
and I was right. The one venture that is open yet is Karlo's Gourmet &
Coffee, which proudly features breakfast, lunch and dinner.</p>
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<p>Danny, our taxi driver, joins us as we sit down and have a rich
breakfast. I for my part go for something called Dain Bangus, which turns
out to be fish with rice and egg, plus some tomatoes and cucumbers. The
fish ends up being a bit tricky to eat, but is still tasty.</p>
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<p>It is also only here that I realize that "Ciar" is not actually the
Filipino word for "Toilet", but rather the acronym for "Comfort Room",
which means it is actually spelled "CR".</p>
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<p>After that, our next stop is the Shrine of the Holy Infant Jesus of
Prague, which is conveniently located just across the road from Jack's
Ridge.</p>
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<p>This place has some strict rules, and actually, we may be violating one
of them, depending on whether you count this trip as a date or not. Well,
at least I'm only photographing and not filming, and we certainly are not
rehearsing a school play either. Shame on those who do!</p>
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<p>Less of a solitary building, this is actually more of a shrine complex on
par with some of those I've seen in Japan. It consists of several
interconnected church and shrine buildings, all of which are open-air. The
Divine Mercy symbol also can be found in one of them. And between them,
there's lots of green. Altogether, the ground of this shrine measure
roughly 8 acres.</p>
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<p>As we leave, we come across one final reminder that we're potentially not
welcome here...</p>
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<p>...and also a strange gate that forbids entry for priests and priests
only.</p>
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<p>Moving on, we pass by a car that has since been reclaimed by nature...</p>
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<p>...before arriving at our next destination:The Hilltop View Deck.</p>
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<p>The structure itself - which is basically just a sidewalk and guardrail
on either side of the road - is hardly impressive, but that's not the
point. The point is that this is a place where the road runs atop a
relatively narrow ridge with steep drops on either side, giving wonderful
panoramic views in two directions. On one side, it overlooks Davao city
and the island of Samal in the far distance...</p>
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<p>...and on the other side you can see all the way to Mt. Sibulan and Mt.
Apo (the peaks of which are regrettably both covered in clouds at the
moment).</p>
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<p>After that, we're going downhill, and from the looks of it so does the
neighborhood.</p>
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<p>Our next destination is the Japanese Tunnel, which these days is a
tourist attraction with a nearby hotel and a grim past.</p>
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<p>I buy us tickets for a guided tour, and before long we descend down into
the tunnel, following our tour guide into the blissfully cool rock. The
tunnel itself is designed like a little historical museum, with occasional
statues of Japanese soldiers to give an impression of what it might have
looked like during its use.</p>
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<p>During the Japanese occupation of the Philippines, the Japanese build
many such tunnels to serve as bunkers... or rather, they forced Filipino
slaves to build them for them, digging through the rock for kilometres at
times. Since the Philippines are earthquake territory, many of the tunnels
have since collapsed, but this one is still in remarkably good shape. The
interior contains a side tunnel for barracks, an armory, the paymaster's
office, and even a little Buddhist altar, probably to Bishamonten, the
aspect of the warrior.</p>
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<p>And naturally, there are the cells in which the Filipino slaves were held
under inhumane conditions. Actually, even calling them "cells" already
implies too much comfort, since these are little more than tiny alcoves at
the side of the tunnel with iron bars in front of them.</p>
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<p>Moving on from there, we drive by what seems to be a car graveyard...</p>
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<p>...before arriving at our next major destination: The Davao Crocodile
Park.</p>
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<p>This should actually be our main event for today. Much more than the name
implies, Crocodile Park is actually a complete little zoo, so we should
end up spending quite some time here looking at all the different animals
this place has to offer.</p>
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<p>Right at the entrance, there's a little "petting zoo" for baby crocodiles
and not-so-baby snakes. You can even get a picture of yourself taken
holding either one, for a moderate fee. I briefly consider it, but then
decide I like furry critters better.</p>
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<p>But now: Crocs. Right there near the entrance, there is Pangil, the
biggest croc of them all. Tail and all, he must be just about 10m long.</p>
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<p>Being so big has its perks, like a private enclosure. Apart from him,
there's also many more crocs in all sizes. They are graded by size and
share enclosures with many of their kin. All in all, there must be a
thousand crocs in the entire park!</p>
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<p>I could take dozens of pictures of crocs and post them here, but that
would eventually get boring. Fortunately, as I mentioned before, there's
also a bunch of other animals to be found here such as birds! There are
white-bellied sea eagles, toucans, sulphur-crested cockatoos, vultures,
Brahmny kites, northern cassowaries, and many others.</p>
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<p>More closely related to the crocs, there's a multitude of snakes,
including, but not limited to, the white-lipped python, the red-tailed
boa, the ball python, the carpet python and the Burmese python.</p>
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<p>Mammals are not quite as common here, but we do have monkeys, palm
civets, Philippine deer, Palawan bearcats, wallabies and even tigers.</p>
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<p>Apart from crocs and snakes, there's also a few other reptiles, such as
turtles, tegus and iguanas.</p>
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<p>We spend quite some time here, but in the end we've seen all there is to
see, and move on. Our subsequent ride takes us across the northernmost
point at which I should cross the Davao river during my stay here...</p>
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<p>...and then we ride through the city for quite a while, coming across
another familiar sight from Japan along the way: A Family Mart! Now I only
need to find a Lawson.</p>
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<p>By now, I am facing an exciting new problem, however. I've run out of
hard cash, and so I ask Danny to stop by a bank so I can withdraw some
cash. Easier said than done. At the first bank we stop, a woman in front
of me keeps withdrawing money from the ATM, several bills at a time
(presumably the maximum for a transaction), and when it's finally my turn,
I find out that apparently this bank does not accept any of my cards.</p>
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<p>I subsequently also try out the Philippine National Bank, but without any
success either. It is only an ATM of the Metrobank (a branch office of
which is also conveniently located next to the Avida Towers) that finally
allows me to withdraw cash, averting this particular crisis.</p>
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<p>Afterwards, our ride takes us through China town, where I not only notice
a very nicely named lamp shop...</p>
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<p>...but also take note of the artful street signs standing at every corner
here.</p>
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<p>Anyway, our last big stop today is Magsaysay Park, one of the oldest
parks in the city, and named after Ramon Magsaysay, the 7th president of
the Philippines, serving from 1953 to 1957.</p>
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<p>Regrettably, the park fails to impress, however. There's dried up
fountains, barren earth, and slums at the outskirts, all of which deduct
from the aesthetic value of this place.</p>
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<p>There is, however, some sort of tribal village resort here, and at least
that section of the park looks like someone actually cares.</p>
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<p>Also, there's a number of the typically tiny cats straying around the
park, routinely checking near the food stalls for some scraps to eat.</p>
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<p>Before long, we are on the road again, and this time we come across the
headquarters of the Filipino-Chinese Firefighters of Davao with their
stylish logo.</p>
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<p>By now, we're already a few hours into the afternoon, and Elgen is
starting to grow weary. So we decide to finish our exploration for today
with some lunch. With me hoping to taste some authentic Filipino Food,
Elgen, Rachel and Danny consult for a bit, and then decide to head for a
Penong's, which is pretty much the Filipino equivalent to the German
Wienerwald: A chain of fast food restaurants specializing in Filipino
Food.</p>
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<p>There, I end up ordering some Sinigang, which is a type of sour soup or
stew with some meat and vegetables. Also, there's rice, because apparently
there's always rice with everything around here.</p>
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<p>With this being our last stop before being dropped off back at the Avida
Towers, we take our time to say goodbye to Danny here and thank him for
driving us around. Apparently, the V-finger sign is as popular over here
as it is in Japan when getting one's picture taken.</p>
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<p>By now, we're actually already quite close to the Avida Towers, so it
doesn't take us long to get from the Penong's back home... even though
Danny decides to take a rather scenic route that ends up taking us past
the Horrendous Cable and Traffic Light Nightmare.</p>
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<p>And after that, this eventful ride comes to an end. I feel like I saw
more of Davao today alone than on the entire first stay combined. And the
day isn't even over yet. But before we continue with the night program,
let me quickly talk a little bit about... </p>
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<a href="#5_11_top" name="5_11_food"><span style="font-size: 75%;">↑ to top</span></a><br>
<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Food</span></h3>
<p>Back at the Avida Towers, the food that Elgen prepares is somewhat more
simplistic, featuring dishes such as sausages and rice...</p>
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<p>...rice and chicken...</p>
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<p>...or eggs on toast.</p>
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<p>For a few meals she spices it up with Dragonfruit, resulting in such
dishes like sausages, egg and dragonfruit...</p>
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<p>...or for maximum diversity, rice, egg, dragonfruit and Spam.</p>
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<p>And one day, we go out to get an ingredient from a nearby food cart,
resulting in the somewhat exotic cucumber pork salad with rice.</p>
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<p>Meanwhile, I should also cook occasionally, usually resulting in at least
two meals for the two of us, what with how little Elgen eats. One one
occasion, I take advantage of the fact that being so close to Japan means
we can get a tasty Japanese mushroom mix...</p>
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<p>...and I use it to make Kwir Ligeral with tomato sauce aaaand...
self-made Spätzle! Having regretted not being able to show off this German
specialty during my previous travels, I have since learned how to prepare
them from basic ingredients, and by abusing a metal strainer as a Spätzle
ricer, I'm able to whip up this tasty German family recipe for Elgen.</p>
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<p>On another occasion, I simply put together some minced meat, pasta and
tomato sauce to whip up some tasty and filling Naleiayafero.</p>
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<p>Meanwhile, drink-wise I have also found a favorite, namely the Four
Seasons Juice Drink, a delightful blend of pineapple, mango, orange and
guava. It has a taste to it that is sufficiently different to pass of as
exotic, yet also close enough to multi vitamin juice to give me a familiar
vibe.</p>
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<p>So much for food and drink. Now let us check out the...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Nearby Nightmarket</span></h3>
<em><strong>1-Aug-2022</strong></em><br>
<p>On the evening of our grand tour, we go out again to visit the Roxas
Night Market. Conveniently that one is pretty much right on our doorstep.
We just need to walk to the next intersection, and it spans from there all
the way down the Roxas Ave.</p>
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<p>The entire left half of the great thoroughfare is blocked off for the
night market, and apparently this is a nightly event, so that means they
must somehow assemble and disassemble all this in the space of only a few
hours each day, which is kinda impressive. At the entrance, there's the
usual security checkpoint, so we have to get in line to get in.</p>
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<p>Once inside, we find ourselves in a bustle of activity, with lots of
people and stalls selling all sorts of things. There's a big selection of
food, but also many other wares...</p>
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<p>...such as for example a stall selling mobile phone accessories and
peripheries.</p>
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<p>I have trouble deciding on what to eat in this throng, and eventually
decide on a simple corn dog, which admittedly is not something I have had
before. Elgen meanwhile doesn't eat anything, saying she isn't hungry. I'm
getting worried about her.</p>
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<p>For a while, we walk along the illuminated central walkway of the
thoroughfare, which is not quite as busy...</p>
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<p>...but then it's back into the throng again, just as it starts to rain.
Good business for the stalls selling umbrellas. Meanwhile, we simply
weather the weather. It's not exactly raining a lot, fortunately.</p>
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<p>After making our way to the rear end of the market we walk back outside
and along the sides. Nothing notable happens on the way back, so let me
proceed right to...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Flair</span></h3>
<p>There's not really much new to talk about here, but I figure I should at
least mention that apparently it's Crunch Time at the local 7-Eleven right
now.</p>
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<p>Also, there's this pizza place that seems to have gotten something
horribly, horribly wrong.</p>
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<p>On a less pleasant note, my diarrhea has come back, possibly on account
of Elgen's father replacing the fresh spring water at Lampangang with
store-bought water, but I can't really be sure, so it's back to Diatabs®
for me.</p>
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<p>Unfortunately, that's not the biggest medical issue we should be faced
with. Shortly after returning from Tulunan, Elgen starts complaining about
toothache. At first she attempts to tough it out, but eventually I get her
to agree to go see a dentist, on my tab of course. We ask at the Avida
Towers' reception, and conveniently there is a dentist on the same block.</p>
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<p>It bears a pretty lofty name for what is effectively just a tiny waiting
room with a reception desk and a treatment room behind it, but any port in
a storm. Fortunately, we come at a good time, and Elgen can get her
urgently needed treatment right away.</p>
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<p>Sitting in the reception room next to the glass door to the treatment
room - which incidentally is much better equipped than I had hoped - I
worriedly wait while the dentist does her thing. In the end, it turns out
Elgen had a cavity, and from the symptoms she described to the doctor, the
doctor tells me that she might be suffering from diabetes too.
Incidentally, both of these things can be triggered by over-consumption of
white rice, which is precisely what I've observed in Elgen's diet.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Afterwards, we get a prescription for some medicine which we then
promptly pick up at the nearest drug store. Naturally, I need to pay for
that as well, what with Elgen not having medical insurance, like most
people here. While I'm still with her, I also try to get her to diversify
her diet a bit, but with only limited success.</p>
<p>And that's it for the flair already. Now, one last thing we should end up
doing during my stay here is go on a...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Cathedral Checkup</span></h3>
<i><b>2-Aug-2022</b></i> <br>
<i><b>Distance: </b>1.8km</i><br>
<i><b>Ascents: </b>5m</i><br>
<i><b>Duration: </b>2.5h</i>
<p>Shortly after our visit to the dentist, Elgen meets up with her best
friend Christine and invites me to come along as they go for a walk around
the neighborhood.</p>
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<p>This should be our last stray, and it is little more than a stray around
several neighborhood blocks. Nonetheless, it should end up being more
notable than our visit to the Roxas Night Market.</p>
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<p>It's already well into the afternoon, but since neither of us has had
lunch yet, we decide to stop by a Filipino-Chinese restaurant going by the
name of Mandarin Tea Garden.</p>
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<p>It's not exactly a high-class restaurant, but it's also not trashy, which
I guess makes it average for local conditions.</p>
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<p>True to Asian convention, the menu here comes with pictures of the food,
which makes it so much easier to decide on what to pick.</p>
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<p>I go for the Siomai Platter, simply because it looks tasty. Turns out
those are Chinese dumplings with the typical soy-lemon sauce,
and they sure turn out to be delicious. To go with it, I have some
home-made ice tea, which is also not bad.</p>
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<p>After lunch, a destination becomes apparent: We are headed for the San
Pedro Metropolitan Cathedral, and as we draw closer, we see shops selling
scores of selected saint statues.</p>
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<p>We also walk by the entrance of Rizal "Park", featuring an interesting
eagle-styled roof. I say "Park" because it's pretty much just a paved
square with a number of trees.</p>
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<p>Diagonally across from that, there's the seashell-shaped San Pedro
Metropolitan Cathedral, featuring the "We ♥️ Concrete" architectural
style.</p>
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<p>And naturally, there's a big selection of religious merchandise being
sold right there and there on cathedral square.</p>
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<p>Since it's just starting to rain outside, we head inside... an
incidentally the timing of our arrival coincides with the beginning of
service. And since we don't have anything better to do and I'm kinda
curious, we decide to stick around, taking a seat on one of the backmost
benches just in front of the back windows, where we have a good view of
the mess hall, which is being ventilated by great ceiling-mounted fans.</p>
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<p>Unsurprisingly, it turns out the service is in Filipino, so I can't
really follow what is being said, but overall it seems like the format is
much the same as we have back in Germany, only with more modern screens in
front and honking cars in the back.</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-11-101_Filipino_Mass.mp4"
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<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-11-101_Filipino_Mass.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>Stepping outside afterwards, I notice that the cathedral is right across
from the Sangguniang Panlungsod Ng Dabaw, the city government office of
Davao.</p>
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<p>It is here that Christine leaves us, and Elgen and I walk back home on
the adventurous sidewalks of Davao...</p>
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<p>...taking advantage of arcade walk to shelter from the still falling rain
whenever possible.</p>
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<p>And with that, our final stay comes to an end. The next day should be our
last day together, and we spend it at home with one another, unsure of
when we will next see one another. That day passes too quickly, and then,
it's already time for...</p>
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<a href="#5_11_top" name="5_11_road_ahead"><span style="font-size: 75%;">↑
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Road Ahead</span></h3>
<p> <em><strong></strong></em>After two week ins the Philippines, it is now
time for me to return home to Germany again. However, that is a whole
journey in its own right, and as such deserves its own chapter. So look
forward to the next chapter of the Travelling Fox Blog, and until then, be
of great cheer!</p>
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<body><a name="5_10_top"><i><b>27-Jul-2022 - 30-Jul-2022</b></i><br>
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</a><b>Table of Contents</b>
<ul>
<li><a href="#5_10_people">The People</a></li>
<li><a href="#5_10_divine">Divine Display</a></li>
<li><a href="#5_10_place">The Place</a></li>
<li><a href="#5_10_pain">Nights into Pain</a></li>
<li><a href="#5_10_food">The Food</a></li>
<li><a href="#5_10_tulunan">Touring Tulunan</a></li>
<li><a href="#5_10_flair">The Flair</a></li>
<li><a href="#5_10_peanut">Peanut Pickup</a></li>
<li><a href="#5_10_retro">The Retrospective</a></li>
<li><a href="#5_10_road_ahead">The Road Ahead</a></li>
</ul>
<p>Venturing deeper into the Philippines, I have now made my way into...</p>
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<p>Still om Mindanao, the province of Cotabato (from the Malay words Kota
Batu = "Stone Fort") is one of the few landlocked provinces of the
Philippines. It is about as large as Puerto Rico, and home to about 1.3
million people, making the entire province roughly as populous as my home
city of Munich. Put together, that results in a population density of
about 140/km², making it pretty much the equal of Thailand.</p>
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<p>Within that, I am now located in the Municipality of Tulunan, which is
located at the very south of Cotabato, just to the north of the province
of Sultan Kudarat.</p>
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<p>Within the Municipality of Tulunan, I am located within the Barangay of
Lampangang, which is home to a little over a thousand people...</p>
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<p>...and within there, I am currently situated in a humble little home
along the main road, which is actually something that holds true for
roughly half the houses in this place, seeing as how it is not very large.</p>
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<p>The climate in these parts is more or less the same as in Davao: Still
tropical, but with a stronger daily fluctuation on account of the sea
being further away. That means that the days are even more unbearably hot.
During the day, temperatures routinely climb up above 30°C, and standing
in the sun it always feels another 10°C hotter.</p>
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<p>Whats also the same is the daily downpours, which can get quite
torrential. Fortunately, since that is normal for this region, there's
also plenty of places for people and pets to take shelter at when the rain
strikes.</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-10-007_Rainfall_Panorama.mp4"
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<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-10-007_Rainfall_Panorama.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
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<p>Now, there's much to tell about my stay here, so let me start with...</p>
<p><br>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">The People</span></h3>
<p>In this place, pretty much anyone is a relative of Elgen's, which makes
it a bit confusing when she talks about "my auntie", "my uncle", "my
cousin", "my nephew" or "my niece", since that pretty much covers everyone
in the entire Barangay. I am not going to be talking about all of the
dozens of people that Elgen introduces me to in the few days of our stay
here. Instead, let me focus on the ones that I should spend the most time
with.</p>
<p>First, there's Elgen's father, who goes by the name of Juan. He's a
farmer and makes a living off of several plantations around the Barangay.
He does not speak English, so we can't really communicate, but he does
play the guitar and sometimes keeps me company while the kids are over in
the living room watching TV.</p>
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<p>Speaking of kids, there's quite a lot of them in the Barangay, but only
two whom I should get closer acquainted to. One is John, one of Elgen's
many nephews. He's an energetic little boy who should often keep us
company on our strays through the Barangay, but also at home. As usual,
there's the language barrier, which doesn't stop him from talking at me in
Filipino and me responding in English.</p>
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<p>John also takes a real shine to Emilious, which on the one hand is cute,
but on the other hand also makes me worry that my vulpine plush companion
might go mysteriously missing. My worries turn out to be unfounded,
however, as John takes good care of Emilious.</p>
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<p>Next, there's Elgen's older sister Valentina and her daughter (and thus
Elgen's niece) Tiffany, who is not really in the talking-age yet.
Valentina meanwhile can speak English, and better so than Elgen, I'd say.</p>
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<p>As for the mother of the family... much like my own, she's already
deceased, her grave hidden in the plantation behind the cottage,
surrounded by gum trees. Elgen should take me there soon after our
arrival.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Apart from humans, the family also features a number of pets, such as the
loyal dog Chaochao, who much like John often ends up following us around
on our strays.</p>
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<p>John and Chaochao do also get along great, by the way, and by great I
mean that Chaochao lets John do all sorts of things to him, and more often
than not I have to step in and distract John with something in order to
let poor Chaochao have some peace.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>And then there's the time when John also invites Emilious to play along
with Chaochao, all of them forming a happy threesome.</p>
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<p>By contrast, there's also Spike, who has a mind of his own, and is quite
spirited. Unlike placid and compliant Chaochao, Spike makes it quite clear
when any form of handling is not to his liking.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Cats are also around, with a tiny black cat being the home's most regular
customer. Less of a pet and more of a guest, this adorable bright-eyed
feline ends up coming around often enough that I give her the name Celine.
Interestingly, she gets along just fine with both of the dogs.</p>
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<p>And then, there's also a big orange tomcat by the name of Cardo. He's a
bit of an oddity around here, in that he's about the size of normal house
cats that I'm used to. Here in the Philippines, that makes him a giant
among cats. He doesn't show up quite as often as Celine though.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>And that's the main cast of people I should be surrounded here, with an
extended cast ranging in the dozens. Also, this inconspicuous little town
features a notable landmark that is on... </p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Divine Display</span></h3>
<i><b>27-Jul-2022</b></i><br>
<i><b>Distance: </b>2.5km</i><br>
<i><b>Ascents: </b>40m</i><br>
<i><b>Duration: </b>3h</i><br>
<p>Right after our arrival in Lampangang, Elgen takes me around on a stray
around the Barangay, and a little beyond. While in the Barangay, and
especially while still close to Elgen's home, we should frequently stop at
one of her many aunties' houses, where she introduces me to everyone. I do
end up feeling a little bit like a dog on display, telling the same story
of who I am over and over again, followed by Elgen and her auntie chatting
away in Filipino, with me completely unable to follow. Eventually,
however, we clear the "introduction gauntlet", and are en-route to a
special place to the east of the Barangay, and then a little bit beyond
that to Juan's plantations.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>After clearing the introduction gauntlet, we are still only halfway
through Lampangang, and thus we keep walking through the spectacularly
undeveloped roads of the Barangay for a while. It might <em>look </em>idyllic,
but what these pictures fail to capture is the ever-present all-oppressive
humid heat that permeates this place.</p>
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<p>Us, that is Elgen, John and me, with little John being quite excited
about accompanying the two of us. Eventually, the houses of the Barangay
give way to plantations that have such a primal look to them that I would
take them for jungle if I didn't know better.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>However, on an aerial picture, the hexagonally planted trees make it
immediately apparent that this is, in fact, a plantation.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Eventually, we get back on the main road, and walking along it we soon
spy our destination in the distance.</p>
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<p>It's the Divine Mercy Shrine, which was erected by Elgen's extended
family, and is a bit of a local attraction... or at least that's what
people here like to tell themselves, because there isn't exactly many
people around here, neither now, nor at any other day that Elgen should
take me here over the duration of my stay. It is also a relatively recent
development, with construction having started in October 2015 and
completed in October 2017, so at this time, the shrine is barely 5 years
old.</p>
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<p>Something of an open-air church, the most notable element of this place
is clearly they great Jesus statue modeled after the visions that Sister
Faustina Kowalska of Poland had roughly a hundred years ago. In that
vision, Jesus told sister Faustina: "Paint an image according to the
pattern you see, with the signature: 'Jesus, I trust in You'. I desire
that this image be venerated, first in your chapel, and then throughout
the world. I promise that the soul that will venerate this image will not
perish." Regardless of whether you believe in that or not, you have to
hand it to her that she managed to get that image venerated all over the
world in just a century, so that certainly is impressive. The white and
red rays shining from Jesus' wound are meant to represent blood and water,
by the way.</p>
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<p>We can actually go all the way up to the feet of the statue, which is
roughly 20m tall. The "rays" are actually water slides, and Elgen tells me
that water used to run down them until an earthquake damaged the
mechanism.</p>
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<p>Apart from that, there's these neat hand chairs which provide seating for
roughly four dozen people...</p>
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<p>...as well as a number of alcoves in which what I surmise must be local
saints are venerated. At the very least <em>I</em> haven't heard of
Birhen Sa Regla, Birhen sa Barangay, San Lorenzo Ruiz or San Pedro
Calungso before.</p>
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<p>Since the Shrine is located on a hilltop and has most trees cleared away
on one side, this is also pretty much the only place in the entire area
where one can get a view of the surrounding landscape. It might look to be
mostly forest to the untrained eye, but really, it is all plantations.</p>
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<p>One curiosity is the dog tracks irregularly embedded into the pavement at
certain points in the shrine. I really wonder how they got there. Since
the paw prints often span over several stones, merging them together, they
clearly must have gotten there after the pavement was laid out, but how?
Could it really get so hot here that stone starts to melt?</p>
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<p>Meanwhile, we make or way down along a dirt path at the side of the hill,
which would be more enjoyable if we had not respectfully left our shoes at
the entrance of the shrine, and if I could not clearly see broken glass on
the ground here and there. Thus, I try to step carefully.</p>
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<p>After paying our respects at the shrine, Elgen takes me further down the
road a little bit further. This time around we pass a plantation that is
more easily recognizable as such...</p>
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<p>...though for the most part, the way really does look more akin to a road
through the jungle.</p>
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<p>It is a little bit further down the road that we meet Juan on his
plantation. He is presently accompanied by a pair of water buffalo. These
bovines are about as closely related to cattle as humans are to bonobos,
and yet they appear and behave so similar that without additional
knowledge I would have identified them as "strange cows".</p>
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<p>Juan spends some time showing us around the plantation, fixing the odd
water pipe on the occasion, and as he does, the water buffalo faithfully
follow us around, traversing the hilly and slippery terrain with practiced
ease, and jumping up hills faster than their bulky bodies would lead to
believe.</p>
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<p>Afterwards, we return back to Lampangang, which makes for a perfect
transition for me to tell you about...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Place</span></h3>
<p>The place I'm staying at is the home of Juan, Elgen, Valentina and
Tiffany. It is pretty much a little shack without many amenities. It is by
no means airtight, with the windows being either slanted panes of glass or
simply holes in the latticework of the walls, which makes AC pretty
pointless.</p>
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<p>The first room behind the front door is the living room, which features
rustic though regrettably unpadded bamboo furniture, as well as a TV,
which seems oddly out of place in a home as humble in this. I'd say it is
the most high-tech device in this house, but then again everyone carries
around smartphones, and the TV is clearly several decades old, so...</p>
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<p>At any rate, this means that the kids get to do what I am now more
convinced than ever they do everywhere around the world at night: Sit in
front of the TV (at least until they're old enough to be handed down a
smartphone).</p>
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<p>Adjunct to the living room, there's the "room" where Elgen and I will
stay. I'd call it a bedroom, but it really is just a ledge with something
like a thin mattress on top of it, and very limited floor space, akin to
some of the Japanese capsule hotels I've stayed in (see <a href="http://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2018/11/book-ii-chapter-15-shipping-southwards.html">Book
II ~ Chapter 15 ~ Shipping Southwards</a>), but with even less comfort.</p>
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<p>One such point is that the room doesn't have a roof. Or a door. In place
of a door, it has a curtain, and in place of a roof, it has nothing, the
room just opening up to the same open space above the living room, with
only the roof of the house above us. Naturally, that means that if anyone
switches lights on in the living room, they also flood our room, and our
privacy is only marginally above zero.</p>
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<p>Eventually, it gets a little bit of an upgrade though, in the form of an
insect net. This should increase the comfort level at night, but only
barely so, due to circumstances on which I have yet to elaborate.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>The other big room in the house is the dining room, which features a
table with plastic chairs, as well as a sink. All the windows here are
just holes in the latticework. It is also here that I should set up my
workspace for the duration of my stay.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>The dining room is already part of what clearly is a later addition to
the initial cottage, which only consisted of the living room and three
adjunct bed"rooms". This becomes even more apparent by the existence of
something like a Japanese Genkan, a porch where you have to take off your
shoes before entering the living room, for whatever reason. It's not like
the flooring in the living room is any harder to sweep than the one of the
dining room, and there's bedrooms adjunct to the dining room as well.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>And then, there's the kitchen, if you want to call it that, because
"fireplace" would probably a more adequate description, as the people here
cook over an open wood fire with pots. As such, my hopes of preparing
pizza for everyone instantly go down the drain and out into the backyard
where the waste water flows.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Finally, there's the CR, which is where we come to the worst path. You
may have noticed that I did not mention a bathroom yet, which is simply
due to the fact that this place does not have one... and neither does any
house in the whole Barangay, as far as I'm informed. Instead, you have a
CR (pronounced "ceear", and it does take me a while to realize that this
is an English acronym rather than the Filipino word for "toilet"), which
stands for "Comfort Room", though "Complication Room" would clearly be
more adequate. What it features is a single toilet bowl that is much too
small, without a seat or a lid. Or a flush. Instead, there's barrels with
water and a dipper. There's also no shower or anything. Did I mention the
barrels of water and the dipper? Toilet paper, too, is a lavish luxury
around here, and this place only has some because Elgen thought of
bringing some for me. As a result of this, I should end up peeing outside
more often than in, and pooping turns out to be a particular problem,
especially with the Diarrhea medication that I've been taking hardening my
stool. So, despite the name, this room should not end up being comfortable
<em>at all </em>for me.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Now that I've introduced all the places in the house, let me take you on
a brief tour through it that I took while it was raining. Valentina and
John are in the kitchen, with Chaochao at the door, and Elgen walking into
the living room. And yes, it really is that loud when it's raining. With
tropical rainfall and no solid windows to filter out the sound, plus a
metal sheet roof above our heads, you can't really understand a thing
inside while it's raining. </p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-10-042_House_Tour.mp4"
height="360" width="640"></video></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-10-042_House_Tour.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
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<p> </p>
<p>Moving on to the great outdoors, the Barangay of Lampangang consists
mostly of cottages and sheds not unlike the one that we dwell in. The main
road running through it is made of concrete plates, while all other roads
are dirt roads of varying quality.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Throughout the village, small kiosks like the one next to our place can
be found. Those represent all the shopping options one gets here without
going all the way back to Tulunan. One common sight on those are baked,
pretzel-like snacks sold in clear plastic bags.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>Garbage cans do not exist though, and so any rubbish eventually just ends
up lying around on the ground, with no one feeling responsible for picking
it up. It's a sorry sight, and one that is regrettably omnipresent here in
the Philippines.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>Lampangang also has a small community, which comes with a roofed
basketball court. Unfortunately, that one, too, is in rather bad shape.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>Something that can be found all across the Barangay are these WiFi boxes.
Basically, you put coins into them and they provide a limited supply of
WiFi for the surrounding area, though I know neither the rates nor whether
the limit is time or bandwidth. This is also the <em>only</em> WiFi
available out here, so if it runs out someone has to go out of the house
and put some coins into the nearest WiFi box. </p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>Apart from humans, there's also all sorts of pets and livestock living in
the Barangay. The most common ones are chickens, which can be found
running around all over the place.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>Of course that means that you'll never want for an alarm clock come
morning. Just leave it to the roosters to get everyone wide awake by
daybreak.</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-10-049_Cock_A_Doodle_Doo.mp4"
height="360" width="640"></video></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-10-049_Cock_A_Doodle_Doo.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
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<p> </p>
<p>After chickens, there's also a surprisingly large population of ducks
roaming the streets.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>And then, there's also lots of dogs. These daring canines have no fear
whatsoever of the motorcycles coming up and down the road, often walking,
playing or even sleeping on the concrete. Occasionally they also help with
keeping the chicken and duck population in check. All of them fall within
the size category of Spike or Chaochao though, with no particularly big or
small dogs.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Cats also exist, but they are tiny, and not quite as numerous.</p>
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<p>Coming back to fowl, on one occasion I spot a bird that I think has to be
some kind of turkey...</p>
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<p>...and then there's also a number of people keeping goats. Unlike the
birds, those are typically kept on a leash, though.</p>
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<p>By the way, many of the plantations around here are, in fact, rubber
plantations, which is easily noticeable by the taps on the trees from
which the white, liquid latex drips.</p>
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<p>As we head past the Divine Mercy shrine on one occasion, Elgen notifies
me of the military camp on the next hill over. It is really little more
than a small and well-concealed camp, and would not be distinguishable as
such at all were it not for the sign in front broadcasting as much.</p>
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<p>One day I get taken out towards the spring, from which the Barangay gets
its water. There, the people proceed to bathe and also wash their laundry
in the spring with detergent from the nearest store, and as I watch the
foam float downriver I am starting to get a better idea about why the
water gives me diarrhea. Incidentally, the clean water we fetch straight
from the spring here is the only water in the entire country that does <em>not</em>
give me this ghastly condition. Elgen also asks me if I want to wash
myself here since I don't like to do it in the CR, but I decline. There's
just something about washing myself in the ankle-deep water of a spring
littered with plastic garbage that makes me prefer waiting until I can
have a proper shower again back in Davao.</p>
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<p>And that's all for the place. All things put together, this is the
closest thing to a culture shock that I did ever get on my travels, and
yet that's not the worst part of my stay here. That should only come when
an unfortunate constellation of circumstances should turn...<br>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Nights into Pain</span></h3>
<p><strong>28-Jul-2022</strong></p>
<p>You may recall that I left for the Philippines not long after recovering
from a summer flu. Well, I've been coughing ever since, and I don't think
the weather here made it any better. That, or maybe it was the AC next to
the bed that was always running out of sheer necessity back in our place
in Davao. Regardless of the cause, I've been coughing a lot, and that led
to me having a bit of a cramp in my left side from all the coughing. I'd
say that was painful, but...</p>
<p>...it really wasn't, not compared with what is yet to come.</p>
<p>The triggering factor should turn out to be the bed... or rather, the
mattress lying on the wooden ledge, which is what counts for a bed here.
Anyone who has ever slept on suboptimal bedding will know that your
muscles tend to stiffen up. Now, I sincerely hope that not many people
know what happens when you suddenly get a coughing fit with an already
cramping-up side and stiff muscles from such a bed.</p>
<p>The short answer is pain.</p>
<p>The long answer is that it feels like your side is being split open with
a white-hot blade that stays wedged in your flesh, flooding your entire
side with unbearable agony. My screams tear through the night, and within
seconds everyone in the house and all neighbors are alerted of my anguish.</p>
<p>There's nothing they can do to alleviate my suffering, though. The damage
is done, and every time I cough the blade of pain strikes my side anew. So
I try with all my willpower to suppress the coughing. I know my body think
it needs to cough, but that is a lie. It's a trap. Coughing does not help.
Coughing brings pain. Coughing is death.</p>
<p>Elgen brings me lots and lots of water to drink, and eventually I manage
to make it to the point where I am standing next to our now empty "bed",
my side hurting badly, afraid of going back to bed despite it being 2:00
in the morning.</p>
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<p>Instead, I head outside, watching the starry sky with Elgen for a long
time. The night air is nice and pleasant, and there's a lot of stars
visible out here. We do see a number of shooting stars, and eventually, we
even see the international space station go past almost directly overhead.</p>
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<p>It is not before 4:00 that I dare going back to bed again. This night,
and all subsequent nights of my stay should bring only more pain, and the
pain should also stay with me during the entire remaining time of my stay
here, and even beyond that. I even consider leaving right away again, but
even with all the pain, and with the lacking amenities out here, that is
not something I want. What I really want is to stay and experience this
place just a little bit longer, even if my body is acting up like this.
I've come this far, I want to see it through to the end. As such, I make
do with what I have, such as using a pillow to pad up my chair when I'm
working. It's not ideal, and the wood smoke coming from the kitchen
doesn't make it any better. But then again, nowhere is ideal around here.
I can't lie down to sleep, and with the humid heat and searing sun I can't
comfortably go outside either.</p>
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<p>The next day, Elgen takes me to see the local <span style="text-decoration: line-through;">witch
doctor</span> sheriff, who is naturally also one of her uncles. At
Elgen's insistence I pay him the slight fee of 50₱ for what I am going to
call "traditional alternative medical treatment". I suppose that's one
more entry on my list of life achievements.</p>
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<p>Basically, he puts some stinky substance the ingredients of which are of
no interest to me whatsoever on my hurting side while chanting mystical
words of power and healing. Finally, he gives me a ginger root which Elgen
tells me I have to carry around with me at all times. I humor her, even
though I remain spectacularly unconvinced of this approach.</p>
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<p>In the end, time is the only cure to my ailments, which is good in that
it gets better on its own, and bad in that there's nothing I can do to
stop the pain that I'm going through now. The best I can do is distract
myself with pleasurable things that don't put a strain on my sore side,
and one such thing is definitely...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Food</span></h3>
<p>No matter how uncomfortable my overall stay here is, the one thing that I
definitely can't complain about here is the food, which is hearty and
plentiful. In fact, seeing how tasty and abundant the food is around here
makes me seriously question why Elgen is so thin and never eats much. Up
until now I was mentally prepared to survive on a meager diet of rice with
nothing else for a couple of days, based on what I've seen Elgen eat thus
far.</p>
<p>Instead, I am treated with tasty Filipino dishes such as Adobo, Chicken
Curry and Apritada with Rice, and while there aren't exactly mountains of
the stuff, there's still enough for the entire family to eat their fill
and still have leftovers for the next day. I'd say you could put them in
the fridge, but there is no fridge, only a cupboard that fulfills a
similar function. I wonder how they keep it cool. There's also bananas to
go along with the food, and only the glass of Pepsi they serve me ruins
the traditional vibe.</p>
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<p>A much more authentic drink is dragonfruit juice, which not only
impresses with its bright magenta color, but also with its sweet, rich
taste. I seriously don't understand why anyone would end up drinking Pepsi
while this is a viable alternative.</p>
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<p>Breakfast is, as usual, a mix of literally everything, including the
ever-present rice with lemon-soy-sauce, chicken, fruit, and leftovers from
dinner.</p>
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<p>Some meals are less lavish, yet nonetheless tasty, such as bihon (rice
noodles) and cup noodles...</p>
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<p>...rice and sausages...</p>
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<p>...or even simple spaghetti in a tasty tomato sauce.</p>
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<p>And then, there's the Durian. Or as I like to call it, the Omega Death
Fruit. This fruit the size of a small melon clearly communicates "Do not
attempt to eat me, I will make you pain!". The spiky shell alone is
already a clear visual determent, and the spikes do not only look painful,
they are really tough and hurt. Holding one of these in one's bare hands
is already a challenge, which is why they are typically sold with plastic
straps or strings to carry them around by, and if one of these falls on
your foot, there will be blood. And not just "Oh it's only a scratch"
blood but "Shit, shit, get the bandages and possibly call a doctor" blood,
since the Durian is quite heavy too.</p>
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<p>It doesn't get better as you prepare it either. Cut open a Durian (which
requires some skill) and you will be greeted by a smell akin to that of
rotten fruit. Despite all that I still dare to try a piece, and am
rewarded with a taste experience that can best be described as ingesting
undistilled sewage. Some people apparently find that taste enjoyable, but
I for my part prefer to stick to fermented soy beans. Fortunately, there's
still other things on the menu tonight.</p>
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<p>Other more enjoyable dining experiences include chicken adobo and chicken
tenola with rice...</p>
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<p>...as well as that exquisite breakfast with fish soup, tomato, rice,
apritada, cucumber and dragonfruit.</p>
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<p>Oh, and by the way, it's not only the humans who get to enjoy these
meals. The dogs also get their share of leftovers after everyone has
eaten. Usually, there ends up being a lot of rice in what they get. They
don't seem to mind though, happily gobbling everything up.</p>
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<p>Finally, on the last night of our stay here, we all get together and take
a family picture with me in it over dinner.</p>
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<p>That's it for the food. No let me tell you about our time...<br>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Touring Tulunan</span></h3>
<p><strong>28-Jul-2022</strong></p>
<p>On my first full day in Lampangang, Elgen and her family decide to take
me around to see the nearby town of Tulunan. Fortunately, instead of going
by motorbike, we are going by trike this time around, which is
significantly less panic-attack-inducing. Many families here have a trike,
and since trikes are most commonly used as cheap taxis all over the
Philippines, these private trikes usually have a sign saying "not for
rent" somewhere to set them apart.</p>
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<p>They still need fuel, though, and there aren't any gas stations out here.
So how do people go about refilling those? I witness that firsthand prior
to our ride as one of Elgen's brothers pours a Pepsi bottle filled with
gasoline into the tank.</p>
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<p>Those are sold at small stations around the village, at a price of 75₱
per liter, which is only a little bit more expensive than what you'd pay
at a gas station here.</p>
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<p>This trip should take us west past New Culasi and Sibsib, where the van
dropped of us, and then about 2km further into the town of Tulunan, where
we should visit a few locations before heading back. On the way back we
also get a bit of shopping done in Sibsib, which is pretty much a market
village on account of being the tangentially closest point to Tulunan
which is located on the main trade route that is the M'lan-Tulunan
National Highway (which we also used on our way to get here in the first
place).</p>
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<p>The ride to Tulunan takes us through the plantations, fields and towns
typical to this area. You will note that cars are a rare sight in these
parts, with most people owning either motorcycles or trikes. Bikes are
also rare, possibly owing to the fact that for some strange reason there
are places here selling motorbikes for less than bicycles. There's also
quite a bunch of animals on the road, as well as a number of people. The
ride is quite bumpy, too. And now imagine what this felt like to me riding
as passenger on a motorcycle with heavy luggage and another two people.
Also take note of the makeshift speed bumps on the road fashioned from old
tires. As you can imagine, they don't make the ride much smoother either.<br>
</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-10-079_Ride_To_Tulunan.mp4"
height="360" width="640"></video></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-10-079_Ride_To_Tulunan.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>First, they take me to a house where an old man lives together with
someone to help me. Elgen and Valentina tell me that they apparently
stayed with him when they went to school here in Tulunan. It's a bit
weird, though, because there's this friendly dog who obviously wants for
company joining us, and the old man always tries to shoo him away - albeit
with only limited success. Elgen then tells me she's afraid of unfamiliar
dogs because they might have rabies.</p>
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<p>After that, we stop by the Tulunan municipal hall, where one of the
people in our group (one of Elgen's many cousins, I think) takes a picture
of the rest of us. And yes, counting little Tiffany, there's six people
altogether riding in that little trike, three in the front and three in
the back (and there's probably be room for at least two more adults and
several small kids by Filipino measures).</p>
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<p>There's also a nice little Koi pond just across from the community
centre, filled with plenty of brightly-colored energetic fish.</p>
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<p>Apart from that, there's not really much to see here, not even Geocaches.
The Philippines have a startlingly low density, with barely a hundred
caches in the whole country. As it is, the closest Geocache from Tulunan
is actually on the peak of Mt. Apo! And even all of Davao has only about a
dozen caches!</p>
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<p>And so, after our aforementioned Sibsib shopping stopover, we return back
to Lampangang, taking the same road the other way. One difference is that
there seems to be way more motorbikes on the road right now, and their
driving styles are quite daring at times too. We also pass the obligatory
number of animals and people on the road, as well as some apparently
controlled fires. In addition, there's also a few places where farmers lay
out their produce on the road to dry, so we have to navigate around those
as well. Towards the end, the trike's speed also significantly drops as it
clearly struggles to carry this many people plus shopped goods back up the
slope to Lampangang, which is a good 100m above Tulunan. But it somehow
manages that heavy task, and as we arrive, Spike is already waiting for
us, happily wagging his tail as he sees us return.</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-10-084_Ride_To_Lampangang.mp4"
height="360" width="640"></video></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-10-084_Ride_To_Lampangang.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>So much for this short trip. Now, let's continue with...<br>
</p>
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<p></p>
<a href="#5_10_top" name="5_10_flair"><span style="font-size: 75%;">↑ to top</span></a><br>
<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Flair</span></h3>
<p>Since we've just been talking about motorcycles, let me briefly go on
about them. Out here in the boonies, kids get up on motorcycles as soon as
they're physically large enough to ride them. Also, it is not at all
uncommon to find people riding on a single motorcycle in what I can only
begin to describe as "rather reckless numbers", and/or with loads of
luggage, usually while not wearing helmets.</p>
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<p>The people here are nothing if not efficient, though, and worn-out
motorbike tires find good use, if not as makeshift speed bumps then as
popular kids' toys.</p>
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<p>I do my part too and install a tire swing on the tree in front of the
house for John and Tiffany to play with. Unfortunately we soon find out
that motorbike tires deform too readily to make for good swings, but we
still come up with some fun games, mostly involving having the tire swing
around and trying to catch it and then push it towards the other person.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>One thing that seems bizarrely out of place on a number of levels here
are the wintry "Merry Christmas" signs that can be found on several doors
all through the Barangay. When I ask Elgen about it she simply tells me
that the people thought it looked nice. Meanwhile, I for myself am
instantly reminded of my Christmas in Christchurch, which also featured
summery temperatures (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2016/12/christmas-in-christchurch.html">Book
I ~ Chapter 11 ~ Christmas in Christchurch</a>).</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Also surprising is the size of the geckos here, which occasionally
venture into the houses, clinging to the walls and ceilings. This one is
about the size of my hand.</p>
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<p>Normally, I am only used to insects displaying this kind of
intrusiveness. Oh, and speaking of those, some of them are rather big here
too. I sure hope they're not venomous.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Now, since we've officially crossed into the domain of nightmares with
that, here's some samples of wiring that would leave any electrician
screaming. Instances of that are ever-present here, and generally come in
two flavors: Improvised indoor wiring with hanging cables draped across
the room and extensions that do not look at all professional, as well as
outlets that have clearly been on fire on at least one occasion...</p>
<p></p>
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<p>...and outdoor nightmare wiring which in addition to the typical draped
cables also features outlets crudely affixed to wooden poles beneath a
sheet metal roof to protect them from the regular torrential rainfalls
here. Seriously, I think the only reason why places don't burn down around
here more often is because the high humidity makes things too wet to burn.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Finally, there's this guy - another one of Elgen's uncles - who insists
on me taking a picture of him weeding the front yard. Not sure what that
is supposed to achieve, but here you go. It would have been more
impressive if he was picking up some of the garbage lying around
everywhere though.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>And that's it for the flair. Next, Elgen and I should head out on a walk
resulting in unexpected...<br>
</p>
<p><br>
</p>
<p></p>
<a href="#5_10_top" name="5_10_peanut"><span style="font-size: 75%;">↑ to
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Peanut Pickup</span></h3>
<p><b>29-Jul-2022</b> <br>
<i><b>Distance: </b>3km</i><br>
<i><b>Ascents: </b>35m</i><br>
<i><b>Duration: </b>2.75h</i></p>
<p>On my second full day in Lampangang I end up getting up at 4:00 in the
morning, the pain in my side too much to bear, and the thought of falling
asleep again a nightmare like no other. So I spend the better part of an
hour studying Japanese while it's still dark outside, and then, around
5:15, I head out with Elgen on a walk into the breaking dawn. At this
time, it's about as "not hot" as it gets around these parts. I'd call it
cool, but that'd be just plain wrong.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>As usual, we are going to see one of Elgen's many, many aunties. This one
lives a good distance out of town, though, so we end up walking past the
Divine Mercy Shrine, and then roughly the same distance again.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Climbing further up into the hills again, we eventually pass by a sot
where we catch a glimpse of the nearby lowlands, and the morning mists
carpeting them like a thick, fluffy blanket.</p>
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<p>The sun has yet to rise by the time we pass by the Divine Mercy Shrine...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>...but the chickens are already up and about, roaming the roads in little
family groups, looking for food.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>By the way, Chaochao is also happily accompanying us, eagerly running
ahead as we leave the concrete road behind and venture out onto a more
muddy track.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>And yet, that's still a proper road as opposed to the last piece of way
we have to cover, for Elgen's auntie simply lives in the middle of a
plantation, so plantation path it is. Not that I mind, though it is a bit
slippery at times.</p>
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<p>Soon enough, we arrive at the shack of Elgen's auntie, who promptly
invites us in. However, since the whole place is full of wood smoke and I
still have that "coughing means horrible, horrible pain" problem, I prefer
to stay outside.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>This place is also home to quite a number of chicken, who soon end up
besieging us on the little clearing in front of the house...</p>
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<p>...and rightly so, because they fully well know it's feeding time for
them now. Unlike in New Zealand, where feeding time for chickens usually
consisted of preparing a special food mixture in bowls and leaving them
out for the chickens to eat from (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2016/10/ferreting-around-marton.html">Book
I ~ Chapter 5 ~ Ferreting around Marton</a>), the people here just take
a more traditional "throw out handfuls of grain" approach, and let the
chickens wildly run after them, which results in some hearty competition
among the chickens. Naturally, Elgen and her auntie are merrily chatting
away in Filipino while doing so, so I can't understand a word they're
saying. Also note how a number of chickens are marked with a piece of
green plastics string on their wings. I wonder if that denotes the
roosters.</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-10-103_Chicken_Feeding.mp4"
height="360" width="640"></video></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-10-103_Chicken_Feeding.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>A short time thereafter, a man comes by from deeper within the
plantation, and at this point I am simply going to assume that he's one of
Elgen's many uncles. He hands her auntie a big basket of peanuts, and
Elgen and her auntie decide to spend some time peeling them while Chaochao
and a dog who lives with Elgen's auntie watch.</p>
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<p>Having nothing better to do, I am happy to join them, learning that
contrary to the two-seeded variant sold in stores where I come from,
there's also lots of peanuts containing one, three or even four seeds
within their hard shells (though the two-seeded variant is clearly the
most common one).</p>
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<p></p>
<p>We are still far from finished by the time the suns starts rising, and
since I did not anticipate us being out for this long, I did neither apply
nor bring any sunscreen. As such, I am eager to get back home soon, or at
least into the shade of the trees. As we depart, Elgen's auntie hands us
all the peanuts, both the ones we already peeled and the ones we have yet
to peel, and Elgen tells me we should carry them home, so that is what we
do, departing just as the sun breaks through the trees.</p>
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<p>Safely back in the shade of the trees, my adventurous spirit breaks
through for the first time since coming here, and I ask Elgen if we can't
make a full tour of the circular road surrounding the plantation where
Elgen's auntie lives, and checking out the eastern village. However, Elgen
says we can't go there, and so we end up heading back the same way we
came, leaving the mysterious unnamed village at the end of the path
behind.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>By the time we arrive back on the junction where the loop road closes,
the sun is already well out...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>...but fortunately, it is still low enough in the sky that the trees
provide ample shade.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Back in Lampangang, we make our way home by means of what according to
G-Maps is the main road of the Barangay. I think they might have it just a
teeny-tiny bit wrong though. </p>
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<p>Later that same day, with little to do but to sit out the tremendous heat
inside the house with a fan blowing air at me, I make myself useful and
continue peeling the peanuts for several more hours. Interestingly, I soon
find myself getting a little assistance from John and Valentina, and while
some of their more creative approaches at peeling the peanuts are probably
not very efficient, it's still fun to watch them go at it.</p>
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<p>Thus, after putting in quite some time and effort, we eventually end up
with a large bag of peeled peanuts. Imagine my surprise when Elgen tells
me they're for me to take home to my family! And here I was hoping to give
back a little bid for all the hospitality they've shown me. Instead,
that's how I ended up with a big bag of all-natural souvenirs to go around
in the weeks following my eventual return to Germany. Now, it's time
for...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Retrospective</span></h3>
<p>My stay at Elgen's home ended up being... very mixed. The accommodation
was not very good, with us sharing a tiny door- and roof-less room giving
us only very limited privacy. The food, meanwhile, was great. Ample
authentic Filipino food, which, while not lavish or luxurious, was still
very enjoyable and everything I could ask for. The bed meanwhile was an
absolute catastrophe, giving me the worst pain I have felt in over
ten years, so the less said about those the better. The atmosphere
meanwhile was mostly nice, and while I could not understand what most
people were saying, they did strike me as very friendly. At night,
however, the boisterous animal noises coming from the forest (mostly from
insects) did rival the noise of the nightly construction work I suffered
in Davao, however. I guess the Philippines are just not a "quiet nights"
place. Next, the facilities were... well... I'd say "existing", but that
would kinda be a lie. No shower, no washing machine or drier, and even the
toilets barely qualified as such. Which is to be expected, if you're going
out camping in the wilderness, but definitely not what you'd expect when
visiting someone's home. The location, meanwhile, would have been nice, if
not for all the garbage lying around. Also, since I always take into
account accessibility by public transport and local shopping options, I
suppose I have to mark it down there too. The WiFi didn't work most of the
time, and it was <em>way</em> too hot and humid for comfort. Normally,
I'm not such a big fan of AC, but in these climates that's pretty much the
only way to go if you didn't grow up with such temperatures. The
price-value ratio again was through the roof, on account of me being a
guest for the entire duration. All those goods and bads add up to a
surprisingly average final score, though compared with the other places
I've been to this definitely resides in the lower end of the spectrum.</p>
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<p>In the end, with all the stuff I've been going through in the three days,
I didn't even get around to draw a piece of gift artwork. And truth to be
told, I don't think I connected with the people here strongly enough to
know what to draw either. So let's just leave all that behind, an look
forward to the...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Road Ahead</span></h3>
<p><strong>30-Jul-2022</strong></p>
<p>Eventually, it is time for us to return back to Davao. We've only been
here for three days, but with all that I've gone through, it feels much
longer. My side still hurts horribly, and I am no more comfortable in the
heat than when I first arrived. As such, I am not very sad as I pack my
backpacks and prepare to depart.</p>
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<p>Another empty room is left behind, though this time around I only say
good riddance, as that room was predominately occupied by the bed that
gave me this ghastly condition in the first place.</p>
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<p>Naturally, we say goodbye to everyone before we leave, including Elgen's
late mother.</p>
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<p>Fortunately, this time around we don't have to ride to Sibsib by
motorbike. Instead, we get to take the trike with Elgen's brother again.
Imagine my relief.</p>
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<p>My Backpack of Flames turns out to be a bit of trouble, however, since it
does not fit in the front and the back of the trike has an open end.As
such, we end up securing it with a piece of rope, and throughout the bumpy
ride I always look back to check if it's still there.</p>
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<p>The ride to Sibsib is pretty much identical to when we went to Tulunan,
so let me just skip ahead there until the point where Elgen's brother
(note: apparently personal names are less important than relative family
relations in the Philippines), parks and unloads us in front of a sign
saying "No Loading Unloading No Parking". That little blue shack next to
it is the bus stop, by the way.</p>
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<p>There, we watch a particularly scrawny cat stake out the nearby food
stall while we wait. This one is clearly a fighter, its movements having
nothing of the carefree stride of a house cat, but rather the fierce
determination of a predator.</p>
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<p>We also see one of a very peculiar type of... uhh... <em>vehicle</em>...
go past. You know how you typically use a car to pull a trailer? Well,
forget about the car! Just whip what looks like a lawnmower on steroids up
front and you're good to go even with a whole load of Durians!</p>
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<p>After waiting for the better part of an hour, the bus finally arrives,
and once again I am positively surprised to see that this one will take us
directly all the way to Davao. Makes me wonder why we didn't take a direct
bus to get here in the first place.</p>
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<p>The interior of the bus is the first place that I've been to in three
days that's air conditioned, and as such reasonably cool, so I gladly
welcome it...</p>
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<p>...even if it does turn out to be just a bit leaky again. Fortunately,
the condensing water only drips down near the window, and not on my seat.</p>
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<p>As last time, I pay the fare for both of us during the ride, purchasing
our tickets off the bus attendant. And as last time, the tickets are
equally cryptic, though of a distinctly different design than the ones we
got coming here. The fare is only 600₱ (roughly 10€) for the two of us,
which is also 100₱ cheaper than our more indirect route on our way here
from Davao.</p>
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<p>The route back to Davao is almost identical to the one we took to come
here, only without the slight detour over Kidapawan. Instead, the bus
follows the Kidapawan-Allah Junction Road (also known as the Digos-Sultan
Kuderat Road) all the way to Makilala, where it turns right and proceeds
along the Davao-Cotabato Road. Taking that one past Bansalan and all the
way to Digos, it then turns left and follows the coast all the way to
Davao.</p>
<p><strong>Ride Duration:</strong> 4h<br>
<strong>Approximate Distance:</strong> 135km<br>
<strong>Average Speed:</strong> 33km/h</p>
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<p>Since the bus ride takes us along primary roads all the way, most of what
we see is houses, villages, towns and cities that seam the roads with
little interruption. However, on occasions the roads also pass through
fields, forests and plantations. Shortly after our departure, we also run
into the daily rain shower, but that one passes quickly. Afterwards, it's
up into the more mountainous segment, where the speed of the bus varies
heavily based on the gradient of the road, with uphill climbs being long
and strenuous, and downhill segments being quick and pleasant, almost like
on a bike ride. Finally, despite this ride having quite a long coastal
segment, and me facing towards the water this time, I should see
preciously little ocean along the way due to the fact that most of the
time either houses or trees bar the view to the water.</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-10-126_Tulunan_to_Davao.mp4"
height="360" width="640"></video></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-10-126_Tulunan_to_Davao.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>Along the ride, we come across a rare sight in these parts: A bunch of
bicyclists, boldly braving the busy boulevard's bank, most of them wearing
helmets, some even on their heads.</p>
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<p>Again, salespeople come into the bus at the bigger stations, offering
their wares, most of which are some kind of baked goods or another, as
well as water. Sometimes they also do that from outside the window,
waiting for people to wave them to come in.</p>
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<p>Now, I've noticed that there's an abundance of pharmacies and drug stores
in the Philippines - which I always figure means that there might be a
problem - but a storefront we pass by in Bansalan really drives home that
point, featuring a total of 4 pharmacies over maybe 20m, two of them
belonging to the same chain.</p>
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<p>On the other hand, they also have this funny marketing agency here.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>We also pass by this truck that allows for absolutely no riders...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>...just as our bus has to stop for some unscheduled tire maintenance
right outside of a conveniently located tire shop. Coincidence?</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>It is about halfway between Santa Cruz and Inawayan that we run into a
massive traffic jam that seems to stretch on for kilometres.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>Naturally, some crafty peddlers take that opportunity to sell their wares
to the waiting drivers, walking the busy street without a care as the cars
can barely move faster than a crawl.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>And then, we reach the cause of the traffic jam: Our one and only
security checkpoint for today, where they scan my medium-sized backpack.
Not the Backpack of Flames though. I put that one in the cargo hold of the
bus, and they don't check the luggage that's in there, because clearly it
could not contain bombs or ammo. Did I yet mention that the security
concept here could use some work?</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>Entering the city of Davao, we pass a road in an embarrassing state of
disrepair...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>...and then, we arrive at the Davao Ecolandia Bus Terminal, or more
specifically, outside of it at the drop-off zone. If we wanted to take
another bus from here, we'd have to go through security again.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>Fortunately, we don't have to do that. Instead, we promptly get captured
by one of the many taxi drivers around here and before we know it are
already on our way back to the Avida Towers Davao again. Talk about people
being proactive! The route is partly the same as the one we took to get
here in the first place, and only differs near the end, when the one-way
roads come into play. </p>
<p></p>
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<p>This time around, the roads are not quite as busy, and yet I'm still glad
that I'm not the person behind the wheel. Especially the motorcycles
liberally weaving through the cars can make things a bit unpredictable,
and the fact that a lack of functional traffic lights means you have to be
on the constant lookout for pedestrians crossing the road doesn't make
things better either. On the plus side, that means that cars usually drive
relatively slowly around here. By now its also already getting late, the
sun just setting and the city gradually adopting the colors of twilight as
our journey back to Davao is coming to a close.</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-10-139_Taxi_to_Avida_Towers.mp4"
height="360" width="640"></video></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-10-139_Taxi_to_Avida_Towers.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>Come 18:00 in the evening, we are finally back in our room in the Avida
Towers, which I now see in a completely different light. We've got a
comfortable bed, we've got AC, we've got WiFi...</p>
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<p>...<em>and</em> we've got a proper toilet again! With a seat! And a
flush! How great is that? Okay, so the size is still a bit small, it's
still a massive improvement on all ends!</p>
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<p>With that, our visit to Lampangang is coming to a reasonably happy end.
We've only been there for three days, and yet it feels like I'm taking
home a lifetime's worth of experiences, many - but not all - rather
uncomfortable ones. For Elgen, that place might be a home that she's happy
to return to. As for my part, I hope I'll never have to go back there
again.</p>
<p>Now, my time in the Philippines is yet far from over, and we should have
many more mirthful moments here in Davao. So if you want to read about
them, stay tuned for the next chapter of the Travelling Fox Blog!</p>
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<body><a name="top"><i><b>21-Jul-2022 - 27-Jul-2022</b></i><br>
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</a><b>Table of Contents</b>
<ul>
<li><a href="#place">The Place</a></li>
<li><a href="#shopping">Straying Shopping</a></li>
<li><a href="#food">The Food</a></li>
<li><a href="#peoples_park">People's Park Parcouring</a></li>
<li><a href="#flair">The Flair</a></li>
<li><a href="#abreeza">An Abreeza Adventure</a></li>
<li><a href="#retro">The Retrospective</a></li>
<li><a href="#night_park">Nightly Light Park Japan Dining</a></li>
<li><a href="#road_ahead">The Road Ahead</a></li>
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<p> </p>
<p>After another tip around the world I have now arrived in...</p>
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<p>So, once again, I am in a new country, and once again it is an island
country of the Pacific ring of fire. It is a highly archipelagic country,
featuring a total of 7,107 islands, surpassing even Japan's already
impressive 6,852 islands (and both of them easily besting New Zealand,
which features only around 700 islands). Unlike Japan, however, it
features a lot more medium-sized islands. The Philippines also clearly win
the prize for the funkiest island shapes.</p>
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<p>In terms of size (300,000 km²), the Philippines are roughly as large as
Italy, while it's population (109,035,343) is somewhere between Egypt and
Ethiopia. Add that together, and you get a population density (336/km²)
that is almost exactly the same as that of Belgium. Within this country, I
am now located on the island of Mindanao, the southeasternmost of the
Philippine's bigger islands, and also the second-biggest island in the
Philippines. Mindanao is the 19th-largest island in the world, and is
almost as large as South Korea. It is also the 7th-most-populous island in
the world, housing almost as many people as Cameroon.</p>
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<p>And on Mindanao, I am once again located more or less to the southeast,
in the city of Davao, located in the region of Davao del Sur and at the
shore of the Davao Gulf. The name of this entire landscape goes back to
the indigenous name of Davah/Dawaw/Dabo, meaning "A place beyond the high
grounds". Davao is the largest city in the Philippines in terms of size,
and the third-most-populous.</p>
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<p>Within Davao, the place I'm staying at is located pretty much in the
centre of the city. About 1km away from the seashore and the Davao River
(yes, everything around here is called Davao), it seems like an ideal base
for exploration.</p>
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<p>Or at least it <em>would</em>, if there weren't a number of problems.
The first one being the climate, which is, in one word, oppressive. Being
located at 7°N, Davao has a tropical rainforest climate, meaning it's hot,
humid, and more or less the same every day over the whole year, with
scheduled rainfall every afternoon. The humidity rarely falls below 80%,
and the temperature fluctuates between 25°C and 35°C, which may sound <em>somewhat</em>
bearable, until you factor in that it feels about 10°C warmer if you're
standing in the tropical sun here. For me, this is the first time staying
in such a climate for a prolonged period, and I can already tell that this
is not for me. The worst part is that this weather saps one of the
strength and will to do anything, and prolonged exploration hikes are
outright out of the question, even without any further complications that
should yet emerge.</p>
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<p>But one thing at a time. First, let me tell you a bit about...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Place</span></h3>
<p>Elgen and I are staying in a somewhat unusual Airbnb place. It is
actually just one apartment in a big double-tower complex known as the
Avida Towers Davao, and we should not actually get to see our host even
once.</p>
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<p>The whole structure consists of a three-level parking garage atop a lobby
floor, above which there are a total of 19 residential floors, each with
23 apartments. Assuming that tower 2 features the same floor plan as tower
1 - in which we are staying - and that all floors have the same floor
plan, that would add up to a total of 874 apartments altogether.
Notably, the towers don't have a 13th floor.</p>
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<p>Hygiene is strict. For example, the elevators have their buttons covered
in a plastic sheet which is changed regularly, and everyone has to wear
masks while not inside their apartment.</p>
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<p>Our apartment is on the 17th floor, which is de-facto the 20th floor (17
- 1 missing floor + 3 parking floors + 1 lobby floor), and the hallways
there are austere, but clean.</p>
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<p>In place of a key, the door features a key pad that only comes to life
when touched (and is also covered with a replaceable foil, though that
should remain there for the entire duration of our stay). This is the
first time I'm using such a system, and while I <em>do</em> have some
doubts, I also can't deny that it's quite handy not having to worry about
forgetting your keys in the apartment, or keeping track of who currently
has the key.</p>
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<p>The apartment itself is a cozy little one-room place plus a small
bathroom. No larger than 20m² altogether, the bed itself already takes up
a large part of the space.</p>
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<p>Directly across from the bed, there's the little washing-kitchen corner,
featuring a washing machine, a sink, a fridge, a rice cooker, a water
cooker, a microwave, and a single induction heating plate. I'd say "it's
not much but it's everything I need", but unfortunately it <em>is</em>
clearly missing one rather important thing, namely an oven! That means I
can't bake pizza for Elgen while I'm here!</p>
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<p>The bathroom follows suit: It has all the basics, and little more. The
toilet is somewhat small, owing to the size of the average person here,
but it's basically okay.</p>
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<p>Meanwhile, what is definitely <em>not</em> basically okay is the shower.
Featuring an electric flow heater plugged into a nearby outlet, it barely
gets the water any warmer than the default cold setting. Fortunately, with
the ambient temperatures being what they are, taking a cold shower is not
quite as uncomfortable (but the option to get it a little bit warmer would
still have been nice).</p>
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<p>Speaking of the temperature, one rather essential piece of equipment
which this apartment fortunately has is an AC. With that, our stay place
is a wonderful island of relative coolness in a country that is <em>way</em>
too hot for my taste.</p>
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<p>Finally, this place also has a reasonably laptop-friendly workspace where
I can set up Liete. However, in place of even a single chair, all we have
are wooden stools.</p>
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<p>Also, one of the power outlets is broken, looking like this, and the
upper one crackles menacingly when we try to plug in the induction heating
plate.</p>
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<p>So I message my host about this, and he promptly sends over a technician
to repair it.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Unfortunately, as far as I understand him, he doesn't have the required
parts, so he improvises something, which does look better, but still
crackles menacingly whenever we plug in the plate.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Thus, I message my host once more, and the next time there's an entire
troupe of repairmen trying to get the thing fixed at our doorstep.</p>
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<p>And with this much manpower, they finally do get it repaired, so now we
can use our external stove plate without fear.</p>
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<p>Located in the hallway, across from the elevators, there's the garbage
chute where we can dispose of our garbage. Here in the Philippines,
Garbage is divided into four categories: Recyclable (white), "normal"
garbage (yellow), special garbage (red) and food garbage (green).</p>
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<p>Being located so far up, we do have a nice view out of our <em>one</em>
window, though it is somewhat obstructed by the fact that our window looks
out towards the other tower.</p>
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<p>Meanwhile, in the hallway there's another window looking out towards the
clam-shaped Metropolitan Cathedral of San Pedro, the Sangguniang
Panlungsod city government office, and even the sea in the far distance.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>At night, the city becomes an ocean of lights, though unfortunately not a
quiet one. With nighttime peace being a foreign concept here, the noise of
nearby construction work resounds through most of the night, and since the
AC is literally sitting in a hole in the wall, you can hear any sound from
the outside just fine inside.</p>
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<p>The Avida Towers also have a pool on the top of the parking garage
between the two towers, but since there's a registration process involved
and neither Elgen or I ever feel the need to, we shouldn't end up using
it.</p>
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<p>So much for our stay place. Now, the first time walking in this new city
for me should be by necessity when we go out...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Straying Shopping<br>
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<i><b>22-Jul-2022</b></i><br>
<i><b>Distance: </b>1.0km</i><br>
<i><b>Ascents: </b>1m</i><br>
<i><b>Duration: </b>0.5h (+Shopping)</i><b><span style="color: green;"></span></b>
<p>This first stray should be rather short and functional. We basically just
walk down the road for a kilometer or so. However, due to the prevailing
circumstances, even that is already bad enough that we should happily take
a taxi back home thereafter (that, and the bags would have been hard to
carry all the way). Incidentally, the route that the taxi takes to get
back is a bit more roundabout since a number of the streets here are
one-way roads, so getting around by car is tricky in addition to dangerous
and stressful.</p>
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<p>For starters, we're just walking down the road - which probably sounds a
lot less exciting than it actually is. On one hand, this is a completely
new country for me, so I don't know what to watch out for, how safe the
streets are, if I have to worry about pickpockets, and so on. And for
another, the sidewalks here are... well... even "present" would at times
be an overstatement. Basically, they are non-unified patchwork structures
in various states of disrepair, looking different in front of every
building, but more to that later.</p>
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<p>Then there's the roads. While traffic lights occasionally do exist, most
of the time you have to cross the road without such safety devices. And I
mean, like, really really busy roads. Usually what happens is that a small
crowd of pedestrians gathers at the side of the road, and then when
there's a reasonably sized gap in traffic, they cross all at once,
trusting that the drivers would rather brake rather than drive over half a
dozen of people. On the plus side, cars rarely drive faster than 30 km/h,
not because that's the speed limit, but because the traffic is so dense
and treacherous that it's not sane to drive any faster. Curiously, despite
the fact that this sounds like a recipe for disaster, I should not witness
a single accident during my whole stay in the Philippines. Maybe the
ever-present danger makes the people more cautious?</p>
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<p>We also appear to be walking just out side of the gates of Chinatown.
Quite literally, in fact, since we do pass two Chinese arches on our way.</p>
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<p>Continuing past those, we reach one of aforementioned missing sidewalks,
where we follow the single-file line of pedestrians at the side of the
busy road...</p>
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<p>...and then, we reach our destination, the Gaisano Mall. At the entrance,
there's a security check, because this here is actually somewhat dangerous
territory. Elgen tells me that terrorists did recently blow up a bus, as
well as detonate a bomb on the nearby Roxas night market, so I suppose the
extra security makes sense. However, the half-hearted way in which the
guards do check our bags somehow fails to reassure me.</p>
<p>But anyway, one way or another, we are now in the Gaisano mall, which is
car-free, clean and - most importantly - cool.</p>
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<p>The first thing we do there is go for some lunch in one of the many
little food shops here. I go for something called Lengua Estofado
simply for the reason that it sounds like some authentic local food. Turns
out I'm right, because this is a type of ox tongue stew which happens to
be a Filipino delicacy. It's not bad, although I still have to get used to
the fact that Filipino portions are somewhat smaller than what I'm used
to.</p>
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<p>Our next stop is the supermarket, which is hard to miss due to the fact
that its check-out desks constitute pretty much the entire right side of
the lower floor of the mall. In fact, the biggest challenge is finding a
place where we can go <em>in</em>.</p>
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<p>The supermarket itself is, like so often, alike to what I'm used to, but
different. For example, there's the "Buy 1 Take 1" corner, which gives me
pause for a moment until I realize that this is simply the local term for
"2 at the price of 1". In fact, I should end up seeing that term quite a
lot around here.</p>
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<p>The trundlers are also cute. Sure, there's also "regular" sized ones for
people who need to get a lot of shopping done, but most people in the
store actually use these little mobile shopping basket pedestals instead.</p>
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<p>However, there's a few things that are hard to find. Milk is one, and
flour the other. More specifically, wheat flour. I mean, the aisle with
the flour is quickly found, but whereas in Germany you'll find 50 shades
of wheat flour in there, here there's mostly rice flour, supplemented by
some coconut flour, corn flour, dark rye flour and even potato starch.
There <em>is</em> wheat flour among these too, but it takes some time to
find it.</p>
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<p>The next fun thing is the "exotic food" department, where I am amused to
find strange foreign delicacies such as "Knackwurst" and "Bratwurst" on
the shelves.</p>
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<p>Finally, there's the checkout. As mentioned before, there's several dozen
counters, which cordon off the supermarket area at two of its four sides.
All in all I think there's a total of three dozen counters, though only a
small fraction of them are actually staffed.</p>
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<p>The next thing I'm surprised to see is that quite a number of people are
shopping as though the apocalypse has been scheduled for tomorrow morning,
packing not only one but several regular-sized shopping carts full of
non-perishable food. That, or they're abusing the supermarket as a
wholesale store.</p>
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<p>Finally, there's the counter itself, which is just that: A counter.
Without a conveyor-belt, but with staff that packages everything you buy
into plastic bags faster than you can say "I've brought my own bag". Also,
did I mention that everyone here in Davao always wears masks while in
public?</p>
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<p>Afterwards, we take a taxi back home. Here in Davao, that actually seems
to be one of the default modes of public transport, with a row of taxis
waiting in a designated pick-up zone just outside of the mall. There's
even attendants guiding us to the next free taxi, and I observe how the
taxi driver pays the attendant a small fee as he departs, so it looks like
the system is somewhat formalized. As for the fare, it's actually really
cheap, amounting to only 81₱ (Philippine Pesos), the equivalent of 1.40€.
By contrast, in Germany Elgen and I would have paid over 3€ together going
that same distance by bus, and probably around 10€ for a taxi.</p>
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<p>And with that, our first little adventure here is coming to an end.
Naturally, that's not nearly enough for my taste, and we should still head
out again later today, but before that, let's talk about...</p>
<p><br>
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<p> </p>
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<p><a href="#top" name="food"><span style="font-size: 75%;">↑ to top</span></a><br>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Food</span></h3>
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<p>Unlike in most of the other places I've been to, mealtime is just
mealtime here in the Philippines, without any big differences as to what
is eaten for breakfast, lunch or dinner. Whenever you're hungry, you just
cook or get something, and that something usually involves rice. From what
I gathered, it's also quite normal to just get some takeout food from one
of the many, many roadside food stalls. A practice that is facilitated by
the fact that the prices of that food are also really affordable. For
example, on one occasion Elgen goes out and brings us home a box of
pork skewers with rice and soy sauce.</p>
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<p>Another day, I cook up some steak. It turns into a bit of a juggling act
since I elected to have pasta as a side dish, and with only a single plate
to cook on that gets a bit tricky. As for the sauce, there's not much
choice here, so I go with a simple tomato sauce.</p>
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<p>Elgen takes the next turn cooking, coming up with the interesting
combination of instant noodles and rice. Incidentally, I do learn that
rice with nothing but soy sauce and lemon actually does not only taste
nice, but is also really refreshing in this hot climate.</p>
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<p>Speaking of which, this is what lemons do look like around here. No big
yellow fruits, but rather little chestnut-sized green fruits sold by the
dozen. I actually find them much more convenient than the big yellow
variants since you can just squeeze a single of these small ones and have
pretty much the perfect dose for a meal, or a cup of tea, or pretty much
anything.</p>
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<p>In the end, Elgen ends up taking care of most of the food preparation,
which I suppose is for the best since she knows how things work around
here. On one occasion, for example, she goes out and gets a bunch of
chicken wings, then tops them up with freshly made rice and sunny-side-up
egg.</p>
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<p>And another day, she warms up a bunch of chilled chicken nuggets and
serves them with - you guessed it - rice and soy-lemon sauce.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Now, I've mentioned a number of problems before, the second one of which
comes to the one question any seasoned traveller will ask when going to a
new place. The question in question is "Is the tap water drinkable?", to
which the clear answer is:</p>
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<p>Naturally, being a seasoned traveller myself, I checked that before and
made sure to buy a big canister of bottled water right away. However, the
<em>problem</em> is... turns out the bottled water is not necessarily safe
to drink either, especially if you're from a foreign country and your
intestinal flora is not used to the local... supplements. Long story made
short, I end up with severe diarrhea, and after suffering through it for a
few days change my "drink diet" from bottled water to soft drinks, fruit
juice and tea (or simple boiled water). I should later also learn that
apparently small bottles of water (which you can buy at literally every
corner) are also safe.</p>
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<p>Apart from that, there's also food to be told about as part of my strays
here in Davao. Speaking of which, let us now proceed with some...</p>
<p><br>
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<a href="#top" name="peoples_park"><span style="font-size: 75%;">↑ to top</span></a><br>
<h3><span style="color: orange;">People's Park Parcouring<br>
</span></h3>
<i><b>22-Jul-2022</b></i><br>
<i><b>Distance: </b>2.8km</i><br>
<i><b>Ascents: </b>4m</i><br>
<i><b>Duration:</b> 1.5h</i><br>
<i><b>0/1 </b></i><b><span style="color: green;">🎁︎</span></b><b><span style="color: green;"></span></b>
<p>Later on my first full day in Davao, Elgen and I go out to see the nearby
People's Park, and then go on beyond. It's pretty much just an extended
loop around the block, but in this hot and humid weather, that's already
challenging enough.</p>
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<p>Along the way we pass one of the <em>many</em> 7-Elevens, of which there
is also one on our block, with a second one presently being under
construction on the ground floor of the Avida Towers. Once that one's
finished, there'll be 3 7-Elevens within 333m of one another. Well, with
so many tall buildings around, I suppose they have their customer base cut
out for them, and Elgen and I also end up frequenting them occasionally if
we need small things and don't want to go all the way to the Gaisano Mall,
which holds the closest supermarket.</p>
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<p>Shortly thereafter, we arrive at the People's Park. There's another
security check at the entrance, and interestingly, there are separate
lines for males and females. We do get through without any problems,
though. I suppose for the people living here these are pretty routine.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>The first thing that I notice is the large, durian-shaped dome dominating
one corner of the park, owing to the fact that Davao is also known as the
Durian Capital of the Philippines since durians grow abundantly on the
slopes of nearby mount Apo. But more on Durians in the next chapter.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Originally a sporting venue by the name of Palaruang Panlunsod ("City
Playground"), the defining feature of the People's Park is still the oval
race track defining its general structure. Building on that, there's lots
of greenery around, as well as a sunroof over parts of the track.</p>
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<p>Also, there's a score of stylized statues around depicting the indigenous
people and traditional farming communities.</p>
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<p>However, all in all, it's not a large areal (barely 10 acres big), and so
taking a full circuit through it does not exactly take long. Elgen does
tell me though that the People's Park has a nice display of lights at
nighttime, so we make a note to come back at night one of these days.
Afterwards, we take the scenic route back, along which we come past an
artful, Green Shnolz conform mural.</p>
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<p>Now, the problem with taking a walk like this is that Davao clearly is
not a very pedestrian-friendly city. Most of its roads are geared towards
car and motorbike traffic, and occasionally motorbikes even cut across the
sidewalks. All in all, it doesn't end up being a very pleasant walk.</p>
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<p>We do also come across a number of roadside stalls, which is not exactly
a big accomplishment, since those are literally <em>everywhere</em>. The
variety of goods carried by them is impressive, though, ranging over from
food and drink over cell phone supplies up until niche markets such as key
carving services.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>And then, we're back again, both quite happy to be inside our nice, cool
apartment. So much for my first day in Davao. Next up is a short part
about...</p>
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<p> </p>
<p><a href="#top" name="flair"><span style="font-size: 75%;">↑ to top</span></a><br>
</p>
<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Flair</span></h3>
<h3><span style="color: orange;"></span></h3>
<h3><span style="color: orange;"></span></h3>
<p>And now, a bit about money. The Philippine Peso (₱) comes in both bills
and coins. The colorful bills go from 1000₱ (~17€) to 20₱ (35¢), while
coins go from the same 20₱ down to 5 Peso-Cents (0.09¢). Suffice it to say
that things are a lot cheaper around here, though I still think it's kinda
unnecessary breaking up the already rather granular ₱ into cents. I don't
think I've ever seen anything cost less than 1₱. In fact, I am unsure
about where I even <em>got</em> these Peso-Cent pieces from. Might have
been as change from the supermarket or something.</p>
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<p>Then, we've briefly covered the quality of sidewalks already, but here's
more of that! Sometimes they're just eclectic, sometimes they have
unexpected stumble-traps, sometimes there's knee-height steps just like
that, sometimes there's pillars blocking half the sidewalk, and sometimes
the sidewalk simply ends just like that. All in all, simply going down a
sidewalk can be an adventure here, even without the threat of
motorcyclists.</p>
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<p>And if there's a proper sidewalk for once, there's always the chance that
it might be full of bull.</p>
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<p>But now to a more pleasant topic: Cats! Cats are always cute, but there
especially cute here! For some reason, the cats on the Philippines are
tiny! Even fully grown, they're only about half as big as the cats I've
seen pretty much anywhere else. There's not a whole lot of them, but they
do stray around rather carefree, looking for someone to throw them a
morsel to eat.</p>
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<p>Unfortunately, there's another problem. You may recall me mentioning that
I caught a summer flu in the week before coming here. I thought I had
gotten rid of it, but be it by the flight or the climate here (or possibly
a combination of both), I now suffer a relapse. It starts getting bad on
the second day of my stay, and the second and the third day are the worst.
I am unable to go outside on those, so Elgen ends up getting me some
medicine and vitamins, both for that and against aforementioned diarrhea.
And even after that, I end up having a bad cough for weeks, the worst part
of which is that the left side of my stomach starts hurting when I cough.
That should yet have consequences.</p>
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<p>So, all in all, not a good start into my stay here. I end up spending a
lot more time indoors and sleeping than I would have preferred, but at the
very least I have Elgen at my side who takes good care of me. It could be
so much worse. In the end, we do spend time together doing plenty of
little nothings, and I suppose that is what I came here for.</p>
<p>By the fourth day, I have recovered enough that I feel comfortable going
outside again. Itching to get some fresh air and see more of the city,
Elgen and I set out on...</p>
<p><br>
</p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<a href="#top" name="abreeza"><span style="font-size: 75%;">↑ to top</span></a><br>
<h3><span style="color: orange;">An Abreeza Adventure<br>
</span></h3>
<i><b>25-Jul-2022</b></i><br>
<i><b>Distance: </b>4.4km</i><br>
<i><b>Ascents: </b>40m</i><br>
<i><b>Duration: </b>1.5h </i><i>(+Shopping)</i><br>
<i><b>1/2 </b></i><b><span style="color: green;">🎁︎</span></b><b><span style="color: green;"></span></b><b><span
style="color: green;"></span></b>
<p>Setting out in the morning when it's still <em>relatively</em> cool
outside (read: around 25°C), I have two goals on this stry, both of them
Geocache-inspired. The first is the botanical garden of Davao, which I
figure might also be a nice enough place to check out, and the second is
the Abreeza Mall, which I figure will be great for getting lunch and some
shopping done. Regrettably, this should already be the longest stray that
we should go on during my entire stay in the Philippines.</p>
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<p>On Elgen's insistence I leave my Geocaching tails back at the apartment
this time around. She is convinced that my sickness came from people
cursing me with their "poisonous mouth" when I wore them on our stray to
the People's Park. I don't agree, but since she did take such good care of
me, I do her the favor, even if it <em>does</em> make me a bit unhappy.</p>
<p>And thus, we embark onto our longest stray, first walking along some
roofed sidewalks, which are particularly handy during the afternoon-ly
rain showers.</p>
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<p>That one is also one of the easier sidewalks, because naturally we also
have to complete some "obstacle courses" on our way.</p>
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<p>Along the way, we also pass by the Ritche Marketing House of Chainsaw,
which is somewhat disturbing on a whole range of different layers.</p>
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<p>And now: Trikes. Those are a kind of vehicle that is ubiquitous here in
the Philippines, and yet, I've never seen one of them on my travels thus
far. Basically, a bike with an extended sidecar, they fill they gap
between bus and taxi. Cheaper than a taxi yet more flexible than a bus,
they are a popular option among many people here, and we actually have to
wave off a number of trikes intent on picking us up during our stray,
because surely no obvious tourist such as myself would want to walk,
right?</p>
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<p>Apart from the passenger trikes, there's also cargo trikes...</p>
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<p>...as well as the somewhat less common stall trike.</p>
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<p>I know the roads here are generally not in good shape, but this is
getting extreme!</p>
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<p>However, after that final obstacle, we do arrive at the botanical garden,
which is quite pretty, even if it is yet smaller than the People's Park,
measuring only about 2.5 acres in size.</p>
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<p>That colorful central patch pretty much already constitutes the majority
of the botanical garden. However, around that there's also a blissfully
shady and cool little palm tree grove...</p>
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<p>...as well as a selection of bushes and shrubberies.</p>
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<p>After not-finding the Geocache here, we head out towards the Abreeza mall
by means of a side road. The sidewalk situation is as usual here, but at
least there's not quite as much traffic to compete with. Also, there's
quite interesting improvised speed bumps made of cut-open tires.</p>
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<p>On our way, we also come across more trikes. Seems like here in the
"outskirts" of town, those are the preferential form of public transport.</p>
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<p>As we continue, we amazingly come across a stretch where the sidewalk is
basically okay and uninterrupted for a relatively long distance...</p>
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<p>...but before long, this is replaced with a more typical specimen. This
time, the issue is that the sidewalk is barely wide enough for a single
person, and if there's a person coming from the other direction, one has
to dodge onto the green side strip (where possible), or the street. Also,
this means that Elgen and I have to walk in file.</p>
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<p>On the plus side, the sidewalk eventually becomes roofed... which would
be significantly more helpful if the sun came from directly overhead. But
alas, it's still morning, and yet it's already pretty hot.</p>
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<p>By chance, we also come across and interesting place that I've been
wanting to check out: The Davao Chinese Cemetery. I noticed that on our
way from the airport when the taxi passed right by it, and have been
wanting to take a look. Turns out there isn't really all that much to see,
however, and since there's little shade in sight, we do not stay here for
long.</p>
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<p>We end up buying some water at a roadside stall along the way, and
shortly thereafter also pass this curiously named stall selling Korean
Fired Chicken.</p>
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<p>By now, we've already made it most of the way to the Abreeza Mall.
However, naturally the way there is still a dance across challenging
sidewalks. Sometimes they are all blocked up too, and we have to switch
sides. We <em>do</em> try to stay on the shady side, though, so we're out
of the sun. Did I mention I put on heaps of sunscreen?</p>
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<p></p>
<p>And then, we finally reach the Abreeza Mall. This big structure is
notably also home to the Avida Towers Abreeza. A shame there's no portal
between here and the Avida Towers Davao.</p>
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<p>We quickly make it through the obligatory security check (which consists
of a guard opening our bags and poking around inside them with a stick for
two seconds before letting us in), and then we're inside. The mall is
clean, modern, and - most importantly - cool.</p>
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<p>After some time of exploring the mall (and finding the Geocache, my
first, only and last find here in the Philippines), we decide to have
lunch. Wanting to let Elgen decide, we end up walking for quite some time
before she makes her choice, and the place we end up going to is the
Greenwich Pizza & Pasta place.</p>
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<p>There, I order a classic-size pizza... which turns out to be a little bit
wrong, because apparently the classic size here is quite small. However,
it turns out that the pizza is quite tasty. Elgen meanwhile contends
herself with a single slice. I've been noticing that she isn't eating a
lot, and I am beginning to wonder if that should worry me.</p>
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<p>After we finish eating up our enormous portion, we go looking for a
supermarket. It is really well hidden, but eventually we find it and get
our shopping done. As we do so, I also notice a bit of a labeling fail in
one corner.</p>
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<p>By now its just a little bit after noon, and as you probably can imagine
neither of us feels like carrying our shopping supplies all the way back
to out stay place, so once again we get a taxi, and once again I am
impressed with how cheap that is around here.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Once again, more should still happen today, but before it does, let's
quickly insert..</p>
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<p> </p>
<p><a href="#top" name="retro"><span style="font-size: 75%;">↑ to top</span></a><br>
</p>
<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Retrospective</span></h3>
<h3><span style="color: orange;"></span></h3>
<h3><span style="color: orange;"></span></h3>
<h3><span style="color: orange;"></span></h3>
<p>All in all, the Avida Towers were a nice enough place to stay in. We had
a complete private apartment, though food was - as usual in Airbnbs - not
included. Come to think of it, why <em>is</em> it called "Air, Bed and <em>Breakfast</em>"
then? Anyway, the beds were comfy, and the staff was nice and helpful. The
tight security put me a bit off, though, and it was quite noisy at night.
We had a bathroom as part of the room, even though the toilet and shower
were kinda crappy. However, we also had our own free washing machine,
which is not something all places I've been to had. Infrastructure and
shopping options around were good, but the area itself was not exactly
pleasant for walking around and even without my sickness or the climate I
wouldn't have felt comfortable doing a lot of walking around here. The
free WiFi in the place worked, although it was slow at times, the kitchen
was crude but functional, and the AC was a real life saver. Okay, so there
were a few complications with the check-in, but in the end it all worked
out. Also, the price-value ratio was fantastic. Of all the places I've
stayed in, this one is slightly above average.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>I also make use of my time locked inside to prepare the first piece of
gift artwork I've done in a while. This one goes to Elgen for taking such
good care of me.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>So much for that. Now, let's continue with some...</p>
<p><br>
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<a href="#top" name="night_park"><span style="font-size: 75%;">↑ to top</span></a><br>
<h3><span style="color: orange;">Nightly Light Park Japan Dining<br>
</span></h3>
<i><b>25-Jul-2022</b></i><br>
<i><b>Distance:</b> 1.5km</i><br>
<i><b>Ascents: </b>3m</i><br>
<i><b>Duration: </b>0.75h (+Dinner)</i><b><span style="color: green;"></span></b><b><span
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<p>We leave our apartment shortly after the sun has set, which around here
means just a bit after 18:00. Sunsets are short here in the tropics,
lasting less than half an hour per phase. As such, by the time we get
outside it's already nautical dusk, and though the humidity is still high,
at least the temperatures are somewhat more tolerable once the sun is gone
from the sky.</p>
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<p>Walking towards People's Park once again with Elgen, I notice something
that I haven't seen since Japan: Lights embedded in the middle of the road
to mark the lanes. With all the shortcomings of this place, I am genuinely
impressed to find something so modern here.</p>
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<p>Along the way, we also come across a good number of food stalls, each
with people around. Makes me wonder if getting dinner from such stalls
rather than cooking it for yourself is common practice in the Philippines.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Arriving at People's Park once more (and getting through security again),
I can see why Elgen wanted to show me this. At night, not only the
entrance sign is illuminated in changing colors, but some of the floor
tiles are too, turning on and off to create a mosaic of lights.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>We also come across a model of Davao City as it looked in the past...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>...as well as a fountain, which is unfortunately turned off. Elgen really
wanted to show me this, saying that it looks really nice when it's on.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>After our visit to the park, we go to a Japanese restaurant that already
caught my eye the last time we were here. Conveniently, it is located
right across from the park.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>By Philippine standards, this is a luxurious place, even if by western
standards this would only be a little above average. There's not many
people in here, and those who are sure do enjoy ordering a lot of dishes,
one after the other.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>Naturally, I was hoping to find some tasty Kitsune Udon in here.
Unfortunately, that's not on the menu though, and so I go with some
Tenpura Udon instead, which is still quite tasty. To Elgen, meanwhile, I
recommend the Oyakodon. It goes without saying that she barely finishes
half of it, and I have to eat the (tasty) leftovers. We also share some
tasty Sanpincha while we're here. All together, the cost of this meal
amounts to 950₱, which while expensive for Philippine standards still only
amounts to roughly 16€. Back at home, I'd pay more for a single meal at an
average restaurant.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Once we finish with our meal, we head back to the Avida towers.
Unfortunately, by now it has started raining. Fortunately, the rain is not
very strong, though, and we can make use of covered walkways for some of
the distance, so we manage to arrive back at our little apartment
relatively dry.</p>
<p>And with that, the first part of our stay in Davao is already coming to
an end. Time to talk about...</p>
<p><br>
</p>
<p> </p>
<p><a href="#top" name="road_ahead"><span style="font-size: 75%;">↑ to top</span></a><br>
</p>
<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Road Ahead<br>
</span></h3>
<p></p>
<p><i><b>27-Jul-2022</b></i></p>
<p>Since Elgen's home is half the world away, it only makes sense for me to
visit her home place and family while I'm here. As such, we've been
planning to make a trip there as soon as I'm feeling better. Elgen's home
would be roughly 75km away as the Crested Myna flies. However, due to the
strategically placed central ridge of Mindanao featuring Mt. Apo - which
at almost 3000m is also the highest mountain in the Philippines - the
common route to get there is just a little bit zig-zaggey, and covers over
twice that distance. The original plan is to take the bus to Kidapawan,
then take a van from there to Tulunan, and then <em>somehow</em> get to
Elgen's home village of Lampangang from there. However, in the end things
should turn out to just a little bit more exciting than that.</p>
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<p>First of all, however, we need to get to the Davao Ecoland Bus Terminal.
Naturally, the way to go for that is by taxi, since the bus terminal is
located on the far side of the Davao River, and thus out of walking
distance, especially in this heat and with me carrying my whole luggage.</p>
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<p>The taxi trip to the terminal takes ten minutes at most, leading us down
the mostly vacant Roxas Ave at first, and then right onto the
significantly more busy Quezon Boulevard, where we encounter plenty of
motorcyclists daringly weaving their way through the dense traffic.</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-09-103_Taxi_to_Bus_Terminal.mp4"
height="360" width="640"></video></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-09-103_Taxi_to_Bus_Terminal.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>Shortly before we reach the bus terminal, we cross the Davao river, which
turns out to be wide but shallow.</p>
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<p>The taxi driver drops us off just outside the entrance...</p>
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<p>...and after making our way through another obligatory security check, we
are inside what I'd describe as a big market hall, only with buses inside.</p>
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<p>Now, the way that public transport works here is a little bit different
than what I'm used to. For one, there are no timetables, and the buses
just leave whenever. As such, there's a need for station guides whom you
can ask where the next bus to where you're going departs. It costs little
more than a tip, and as a bonus he also carries my bag. I'm so lucky to
have Elgen here to help me with all this, because without her I'd be
totally lost in this culture. Also, while the majority of the people here
<em>can</em> speak English, most of the oral communication happens in
Filipino. And here I'm still busy trying to get my Japanese skills to a
manageable level.</p>
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</p>
<p>Anyway, thanks to aforementioned guide, we are quickly inside our bus and
take a seat.</p>
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<p>The bus is a weird mix of old and new. On the one hand, it has fancy
screens and all (which is not something all travel buses in Germany have),
but on the other hand, there's water dripping down from the cooling units
above. Fortunately, it only drips on the windowsill. Maybe "modern but
poorly maintained" is the right way to call it.</p>
<p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZPphw5687F3dc1NufkzSFuwrVf6uCwjFBefcGnClMZxs1XXzQZ3D0kcPgqqV8TSFSoxLU8fFm4KMxT9TPt6mWb_R5qWmBjMVTJWRuujXH76T_qKOTHABbrPuVTakQM9x3YsY3a2TZ1tu8f1Q9600kDHvhe647NouWfa1D0hgAa_0mkf9BiMGgCLYj/s640/07-09-109%20Water%20Dripping.png" style="display: block; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZPphw5687F3dc1NufkzSFuwrVf6uCwjFBefcGnClMZxs1XXzQZ3D0kcPgqqV8TSFSoxLU8fFm4KMxT9TPt6mWb_R5qWmBjMVTJWRuujXH76T_qKOTHABbrPuVTakQM9x3YsY3a2TZ1tu8f1Q9600kDHvhe647NouWfa1D0hgAa_0mkf9BiMGgCLYj/s640/07-09-109%20Water%20Dripping.png"/></a></div></p>
<p>Reinforcing that hypothesis is the fact that I eventually notice a panel
informing the passengers (for whatever reason) that the bus is equipped
with a GPS system to monitor its speed. Wouldn't that be a great way of
enforcing speed limits all around the globe? I imagine it could also be
used to make sure truck drivers take their required breaks.</p>
<p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL1cV2FrdhiYTpCYgkyK9_-ncBwQfNvBubwnk5JKOOjTA-sjBv1z6KMxd8-kMSDrGrPY3q87dP9mI3iB10fgw5tifJ7O_K_mgXPg8tX92i-qSmSc6nWMp657SgrgEkw8Lz6WGx32AH0Q3ingBXkHczsneHTnT0miuX50klSBnwmai2YqlVCPtVmIXO/s640/07-09-110%20GPS%20Note.png" style="display: block; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="360" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL1cV2FrdhiYTpCYgkyK9_-ncBwQfNvBubwnk5JKOOjTA-sjBv1z6KMxd8-kMSDrGrPY3q87dP9mI3iB10fgw5tifJ7O_K_mgXPg8tX92i-qSmSc6nWMp657SgrgEkw8Lz6WGx32AH0Q3ingBXkHczsneHTnT0miuX50klSBnwmai2YqlVCPtVmIXO/s640/07-09-110%20GPS%20Note.png"/></a></div></p>
<p>The route we take should take us southwards along the coast past Toril,
Inawayan and Santa Cruz. At Digos, the bus makes a little detour to hit
the terminal there, and then heads west towards the only mountain pass in
the entire area. We should get as far as Bansalan before stuff happens.</p>
<p><strong>Ride Duration:</strong> 2.5h<br>
<strong>Approximate Distance:</strong> 77km<br>
<strong>Average Speed:</strong> 31km/h</p>
<p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQSoqHUKx3eqRvA9AbG_EU0jb-udCIMn2SpPRR9VTTVpixjqhIZi3s7hd2QkrcpbAlkJqNmYPCRaXAXpvdme_OkbGcUVa5dW5RghAadhL3MFQaSJQw62WVq6qa0q2klMlwK4UyI9dw_f-S-G871yy1Mjdaj3Qe1wPFRYvGDI0lBY7d6tRKkbILEqPB/s640/07-09-111%20Davao%20to%20Bansalan%20Route.png" style="display: block; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQSoqHUKx3eqRvA9AbG_EU0jb-udCIMn2SpPRR9VTTVpixjqhIZi3s7hd2QkrcpbAlkJqNmYPCRaXAXpvdme_OkbGcUVa5dW5RghAadhL3MFQaSJQw62WVq6qa0q2klMlwK4UyI9dw_f-S-G871yy1Mjdaj3Qe1wPFRYvGDI0lBY7d6tRKkbILEqPB/s640/07-09-111%20Davao%20to%20Bansalan%20Route.png"/></a></div></p>
<p>The ride itself should take us mostly through cities or villages built to
hug the road, similar to what I've seen while flying over Malaysia on the
way here. Every now and then, there are a few open stretches of greenery
in between, but for the biggest part, the road is lined with scores of
shops bearing sponsored signs. What is actually rare are fields, while
plantations are much more common. As a result of that, glimpses of open
land are rare, and most of the time we can only see until the next row of
trees or buildings, but once in a while we do get a short glimpse of the
mountains, including mighty Mt. Apo.</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-09-112_Davao_to_Bansalan.mp4"
height="360" width="640"></video></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-09-112_Davao_to_Bansalan.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>Tickets are sold along the way, with an attendant walking down the aisle
of the bus, asking everyone where they're going and selling them them a
ticket. Those are actually kinda funky, and while I can tell that the
punches on the top half denote the price (which amounts to barely 500₱ for
the two of us combined, roughly 8€), I have literally no idea what those
on the bottom half are supposed to signify.<br>
</p>
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<p>Further curiosities we encounter along the way include traffic lights
with a countdown (another instance of surprising technological
advancement)...</p>
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<p>...as well as a man transporting a bike... <em>on</em> a bike.</p>
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<p>And then, our bus breaks down. It somehow still manages to make it to the
Bansalan bus terminal, but at this point all passengers have to disembark,
and we are left to wait in the tropical midday heat. Good thing that I
brought plenty of water to drink.</p>
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<p>Again, there aren't any timetables or anything, so Elgen ends up just
asking around. Eventually, we end up sitting down for about 20 minutes
(though it does feel longer in this oppressive, humid heat), and then get
on another bus headed for Kidapawan.</p>
<p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiCrSg-G6Z9VvWZyJ3V29HsF-bSv2sorejmjoXB4Z9fO8uu980pMs_4E_BWyjkNYV71nHrqROmGF2-uWYYLFgglxSdF9vD4fMcspPFolJO-WKROBTiif606qUIntNqryiyQz6oKgc0KM5S8GZNrGl_qUtlZxHWzv70wQPAl6GLftFGIDhEYu9PfHIC/s640/07-09-117%20Bus%20to%20Kidapawan%20Inside.png" style="display: block; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiCrSg-G6Z9VvWZyJ3V29HsF-bSv2sorejmjoXB4Z9fO8uu980pMs_4E_BWyjkNYV71nHrqROmGF2-uWYYLFgglxSdF9vD4fMcspPFolJO-WKROBTiif606qUIntNqryiyQz6oKgc0KM5S8GZNrGl_qUtlZxHWzv70wQPAl6GLftFGIDhEYu9PfHIC/s640/07-09-117%20Bus%20to%20Kidapawan%20Inside.png"/></a></div></p>
<p>The route to Kidapawan leads over the mountain pass between Mt. Apo to
the northeast and Mt. Gap to the southwest, with the saddle being located
at 527m of altitude just north of New Bulutukan. Also, there aren't really
any big towns along the way, with the biggest one being Makilala located
on a significant crossroad just to the north of the mountain pass.</p>
<p><strong>Ride Duration:</strong> 1h<br>
<strong>Approximate Distance:</strong> 34km<br>
<strong>Average Speed:</strong> 34km/h</p>
<p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj42iKNeDHLvzT6o2Wq_gnQy9GKAzt6odF5BrP3xRWBqhcQhPJUL9CVJHlZ0RzaBcJLks2iksP5KI8uBaIlL8bu-B-RHKF5t14UN3bCb9J0RtwdSWp7lA4y41p9WtxokJDF8-2Nc6H0H-M8z6gijK0y_5hWk2gGsVZpOELCCfD6LMMwaryPjkc-u0gt/s640/07-09-118%20Bansalan%20to%20Kidapawan%20Route.png" style="display: block; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj42iKNeDHLvzT6o2Wq_gnQy9GKAzt6odF5BrP3xRWBqhcQhPJUL9CVJHlZ0RzaBcJLks2iksP5KI8uBaIlL8bu-B-RHKF5t14UN3bCb9J0RtwdSWp7lA4y41p9WtxokJDF8-2Nc6H0H-M8z6gijK0y_5hWk2gGsVZpOELCCfD6LMMwaryPjkc-u0gt/s640/07-09-118%20Bansalan%20to%20Kidapawan%20Route.png"/></a></div></p>
<p>This ride takes us through the remaining stretch of flatland, and then up
into the mountains. However, on account of all the trees and houses
flanking the sides of the road, we shouldn't actually notice much of that
apart from the fact that the bus runs even slower uphill, to the point
where it rarely ever reaches to 40km/h speed limit. On the other side, we
continue through the obscuring rainforest, until all of a sudden we're in
the middle of Kidapawan, surrounded by scores of trikes.</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-09-119_Bansalan_to_Kidapawan.mp4"
height="360" width="640"></video></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-09-119_Bansalan_to_Kidapawan.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>Along the way, however, we need to make our way through yet another
security checkpoint, where all the people except for some (I don't get the
logic, and Elgen can't explain it to me either) have to get off the bus
and put their luggage through a scanner <em>again</em>, except for the
luggage that is in the hold or which they left in the hold, because
clearly that can't hold a bomb, right? Somehow, I am not convinced of this
security concept...</p>
<p>On a more pleasant note, there's tiny cats commonly crouching on the curb
of the road. The motorcycle makes it apparent just how small they are
around here. And yes, that's their adult size.</p>
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<p>Arriving in Kidapawan, we have to go through one more security checkpoint
before we're allowed to access the terminal proper. This one is of curious
design, with stalls of sorts offering services headed for many nearby
destinations, and drivers loudly announcing their transportation services
from within the shade of their stalls like merchants at a bazaar.</p>
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<p>One thing that's typical for these stations is that there will be
peddlers running around offering snacks and drinks they carry around on
display rigs. They can at times become a bit obtrusive, but they're also
more than happy to help you out with information in exchange for a small
tip.</p>
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<p>Elgen takes me to a stall labeled "Bound to Tulunan", where we board a
van with a capacity of six passengers, and purchase a ride to Tulunan for
as little as 200₱ (~3.50€).</p>
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<p>The route we take to Tulunan should be... curious. At first, we are north
of the Sanguing River, passing through the village of Kalaisan. Then, at
one point we go straight where the main road takes a 45° turn to the right
and cross the river by means of a very makeshift-looking and recently-made
earth dam that does not appear on any map, and the next indication of
where we are is when we pass through the village of New Esperanza, and
shortly after we're back on the main road taking us straight to
Bagontapay, and then south to Tulunan.</p>
<p><strong>Ride Duration:</strong> 45min<br>
<strong>Approximate Distance:</strong> 40km<br>
<strong>Average Speed:</strong> 53km/h</p>
<p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg3OntTnZ_h513s15ea7dqmsXhXE94fbitzJmEvUtLRBfjATc6CWCgCq9w-N1LdoWcbq8hGX8eIqrfD0F_cvNFpEQ-pbHHt4oSE-4j3_rjFBOFJFfLpbo9nZWlBSbBZycL9uljgp_S99RnTmQllCGcirXm4gubD1r5miNdyQK7wa4NAfYLJOuMydWb/s640/07-09-124%20Kidapawan%20to%20Tulunan%20Route.png" style="display: block; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg3OntTnZ_h513s15ea7dqmsXhXE94fbitzJmEvUtLRBfjATc6CWCgCq9w-N1LdoWcbq8hGX8eIqrfD0F_cvNFpEQ-pbHHt4oSE-4j3_rjFBOFJFfLpbo9nZWlBSbBZycL9uljgp_S99RnTmQllCGcirXm4gubD1r5miNdyQK7wa4NAfYLJOuMydWb/s640/07-09-124%20Kidapawan%20to%20Tulunan%20Route.png"/></a></div></p>
<p>One interesting curio in this area is the M'lang Rural Airport, which
apparently gets so little traffic (either kind) that the local authorities
have deemed it safe to have a tertiary road go right across the runway.
German officials would likely scream in horror at the very thought.</p>
<p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL0ERaSmg9bc3wdbRTnzGDpZ-HY327irr7Rn3AwWjRqzs5MiZ8vMQkBxDURY0u8Jp84yZNDNZVUCREqyeu_lhoJzRgVbAgrbtp4tIsYDk1GHyvk22L6PnYnlkrygymZbntDsBQoPzdRhB-8Y_SrZq_GaDh6k7snIt6Bx0na_AaOuyX5ka97H4LqdQO/s640/07-09-125%20M%27lang%20Rural%20Airport.png" style="display: block; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="413" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL0ERaSmg9bc3wdbRTnzGDpZ-HY327irr7Rn3AwWjRqzs5MiZ8vMQkBxDURY0u8Jp84yZNDNZVUCREqyeu_lhoJzRgVbAgrbtp4tIsYDk1GHyvk22L6PnYnlkrygymZbntDsBQoPzdRhB-8Y_SrZq_GaDh6k7snIt6Bx0na_AaOuyX5ka97H4LqdQO/s640/07-09-125%20M%27lang%20Rural%20Airport.png"/></a></div></p>
<p>This part of today's trip should now lead us a little further away from
the towns hugging the main roads, and as such we get to see fewer
buildings and more plantations (some also featuring cattle) on our way to
Tulunan. Also, there's the occasional fields, some of which I can clearly
identify as rice fields on account of the water. Come to think of it,
though, most of the field crops they grow around here is probably some
variety of rice, though.</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-09-126_Kidapawan_to_Tulunan.mp4"
height="360" width="640"></video></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-09-126_Kidapawan_to_Tulunan.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>We get out in a place which is like a roadside hub of shops and the
likes, at the place where the main road runs closest to Tulunan. It looks
a bit like a modern wild west city, with people riding motorbikes and
trikes in place of horses and carts, houses built of sheet metal instead
of wooden planks.</p>
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<p>There, we take shelter from the blazing sun in a shelter occupied by
several motorcyclists waiting for who know what. We for our part are
waiting for one of Elgen's brothers to pick us up.</p>
<p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCHNaqJ5ic0BGscm1C8e1NIT6ZTt-9FP_7S2q7JqW9mso88IWe-zyMHIzWZY48_h1w70lazxc5mz2phSH0so2Yzb8lW0MHIm0Cr-DA7411ne8utlQVwlgTyMbVyJmvoGqF5IBOuF-7Ch2zkVYDHOT6Z1pguNpR27uGz2I1QrDr_aQRToDWwwCrV1Lz/s640/07-09-128%20Motorcycle%20Shelter.png" style="display: block; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCHNaqJ5ic0BGscm1C8e1NIT6ZTt-9FP_7S2q7JqW9mso88IWe-zyMHIzWZY48_h1w70lazxc5mz2phSH0so2Yzb8lW0MHIm0Cr-DA7411ne8utlQVwlgTyMbVyJmvoGqF5IBOuF-7Ch2zkVYDHOT6Z1pguNpR27uGz2I1QrDr_aQRToDWwwCrV1Lz/s640/07-09-128%20Motorcycle%20Shelter.png"/></a></div></p>
<p>It takes him another 20 minutes or so to arrive, and when he does I
recoil in horror as I see our intended transport.</p>
<p>It's a motorcycle.</p>
<p>A single motorcycle, for him, Elgen, me, Elgen's bag, my moderate-sized
regular backpack, <em>and </em>my Trekking Backpack of Flames. And it's
not even a big one! What in the name of Dragon are they thinking?</p>
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<p>It's only Elgen's insistence and her brothers casualness that finally
convince me to actually go along with their plan, and what little remained
of my lunacy-meter after coming here is drained dry with that choice.
Elgen's brother takes my Backpack of Flames between the handlebars and
himself, with me riding behind, and Elgen holding on to my regular-sized
backpack from behind. I pray to the Goddess as I mentally say goodbye to
another one of my lives.</p>
<p> Solace comes in knowing that the route is relatively short, taking us up
into the hills past the village of New Culasi, and then to our destination
of Lampangang. The ride could not have taken longer than 10 minutes, and
yet it felt like half an hour of horror to me.</p>
<p><strong>Ride Duration:</strong> 10min<br>
<strong>Approximate Distance:</strong> 8km<br>
<strong>Average Speed:</strong> 48km/h</p>
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<p>No pictures or video exist of this ride, for I was far too busy clinging
on for dear life. Though I imagine it must have looked somewhat like this:</p>
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<p>In the end, however, the confidence of Elgen and her brother turns out to
be well-placed, for we do arrive safely at Elgen's family home in
Lampangang.</p>
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<p>It is here that I should spend the next few days with Elgen and her
family. However, that is a story for a chapter of its own, and shall be
told in the next chapter of the Travelling Fox Blog. Until then, be of
great cheer!</p>
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<p><a name="top"> </a><i><b>19-Jul-2022 - 21-Jul-2022<br>
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<p><b>Table of Contents</b></p>
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<li><a href="#munich">Midday Munich<br>
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<li><a href="#flight_singapore">A Dodgy Flight</a></li>
<li><a href="#singapore">A Singapore Stayover</a></li>
<li><a href="#flight_davao">Archipelagic Aviation</a></li>
<li><a href="#davao">Down in Davao</a><br>
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<p>As those of you who have followed my tale until now might have noticed,
there was a notable lack of romance in my travels thus far. Not that I did
not look or try, mind you. In fact, I even got a love letter once in
Japan, but regrettably, nothing came of it, which was a shame. I certainly
would not have minded having permanent ties to Japan.</p>
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<p>I haven't been idle since then however, and, as a matter of fact, have
started a long distance relationship since, with a girl from the
Philippines. Her name is Elgen, and she is almost exactly my age. As a
matter of fact, her birthday is three days before mine.</p>
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<p>We chatted, talked, and made plans for the future already. However, the
situation with the Green Shnolz prevented us from physically meeting up
until now, but this year we finally get a chance. We almost had to cancel
our plans on short notice due to me catching a summer flu in the week
before, but fortunately, I got better just in time to travel. And thus
begins another journey for me, one that should take me out of...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;"><a id="munich">Midday Munich</a><br>
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<p><i><b>19-Jul-2022 - 20-Jul-2022</b></i></p>
<p>It's really funny how despite my not wanting to fly anywhere anymore,
good reasons just keep popping up that end up with me travelling to
exciting new countries. This time around, my destination is one third the
world away in the Philippines, but before that, there's some preparations
to be made. For one, I need to get a Verpflichtungserklärung ("Declaration
of Obligation" = "Formal Obligation") for Elgen to pave the way for a
counter-visit, and potentially a marriage in Germany (but more on that
topic in a later chapter). I did actually apply for an appointment for
that at the local government agency a month ago, and I only got one
literally a day before my trip, thus allowing me to procure the required
Verpflichtungserklärung from the Kreisverwaltungsreferat ("Circle
Administration Department") at the last possible moment. Having an
appointment, I fortunately do not need to stand in line, and the actual
process of procuring it is relatively straightforward, at least if you
filled out all the required forms in advance.</p>
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<p>Afterwards, I pack up my usual travel gear once again...</p>
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<p>...and on the day of, I gear up in my familiar manner. There's only one
thing that's missing: Since it's hot both over here as well as where I'm
going, I am leaving my trusty coat Krevyasz at home this time around.</p>
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<p>It is a hot and sunny day when I depart, and although I leave at 9:00 in
the morning in order to be absolutely punctual at the airport, it's
already hot enough outside to make me regret wearing a long-sleeve shirt.
However, I know I'll be grateful for it once inside the plane. </p>
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<p>The trip to the airport is almost routine by now: First I take the bus to
Moosach...</p>
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<p>...from where I take the S1 to the Airport. So far the plan. However, as
soon as I arrive in Moosach, I see a huge crowd of people exiting the
train...</p>
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<p>...while the train inside is pretty much empty, so I wonder what's up,
and if I might run into my first complication here.</p>
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<p>But the train soon enough starts moving north towards the airport, and I
never do find out what was wrong. So far, so good. Oh, and also, this time
around I actually get to travel extra-cheaply for the airport, since the
government issued a convenient 9-Euro-Ticket for the months of June
through August to offset the increasing gas prices and also reduce CO²
emissions. In fact, I already used that last month for my train trips to
and from the Thalhäusl, since it is valid in all short-distance trains all
over Germany. And since that thing alone has already successfully reduced
emissions by a bigger amount than the much-debated proposed speed limit
would have, I really hope they do keep it. </p>
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<p></p>
<p>Anyway, since I've already covered the train ride to the airport before
(see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2022/03/book-v-chapter-1-cruising-to-canada.html">Book
V ~ Chapter 1 ~ Cruising to Canada</a>), I won't go into detail about
that here, and instead skip straight ahead to my arrival at the airport.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>This time around, the facade of the terminal building is commercial-free,
and with the weather nice and sunny it does come across in all it's glory.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Once inside, my first quest is to find the check-in counter. Now, as it
happens, the most convenient route to my destination is serviced by
Singapore Airlines, which I last travelled with on my trips to and fro New
Zealand (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2016/09/to-singapore-and-beyond.html">Book
I ~ Chapter 1 ~ To Singapore, and Beyond!</a> and <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2017/09/final-chapter-tail-of-tale.html">Book
I ~ Final Chapter ~ The Tail of the Tale</a>). However, I am actually so
early that it does not yet appear on the info screens.</p>
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<p>So, I first have a look around the counter hall, and after not finding
anything that way ask at the information counter, from where I am pointed
towards a line of yet unlabeled counters on the upper floor.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Eventually, they change to "Singapore Airlines" though, and check-in
begins.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>As usual, I have trouble with getting them to accept my name once again,
and this time they actually have to make a few phone calls, but then I
finally get my boarding passes.</p>
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<p>With that, the first hurdle has been cleared. It is now 10:30, and I
still have two and a half hours to kill until my flight departs. As such,
I first ascend to a higher level in the counter hall, from where I get a
view on all the counters below...</p>
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<p>...and then make my way up to a hidden gem: The panorama deck...</p>
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<p>...which offers a good view on the planes arriving and departing below,
as well as the satellite building of Terminal 2 (in the main building of
which I'm in right now).</p>
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<p>Incidentally, from the walkway leading up to the panorama deck, you can
also get a good view on the next two steps that I subsequently go through,
namely security...</p>
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<p>...and the border control. Fortunately, as an EU citizen, I am eligible
for the automated border control, and thus don't have to get into that
long line.</p>
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<p>It's 11:00 by the time I get through both, and thus, I still have ample
time for a stop at my favorite restaurant on this side of the border.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>That is also the one place in the airport where I get to take off my mask
(yes, we still have to wear masks here), as I eat a tasty Italian pizza
for lunch.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>Not all the restrictions from last time are still in place, though. For
example, the Water2go stations are now in service again.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>I arrive at the waiting area of my gate at 11:45, and as such still a
comfortable hour before the boarding time. But I actually enjoy it this
way. There's no rush, and this way I can now sit down and take care of my
daily dose of Japanese learning, which I still pursue after all this time.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Outside, the plane is already waiting...</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>...and eventually, me and the other passengers are allowed to board by
means of the familiar blue jet bridge.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>With that, I am now officially en route on what should turn out to be...</p>
<p><br>
</p>
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<h3><a id="flight_singapore"><span style="color: orange;">A Dodgy Flight<br>
</span></a></h3>
<p><i><b>20-Jul-2022 - 21-Jul-2022</b></i><i><b><br>
Flight Duration:</b> 11h 50min<br>
<b>Approximate Distance: </b>10,600km<br>
</i><i><b>Average Speed:</b> 900km/h</i></p>
<p>Eventually, everyone is seated, and we are ready for takeoff. My plane
today is an Airbus A350-900, with a 10 seat row configuration in the
economy class, and everyone inside still has to wear a mask. Fortunately,
my father did provide me with a deluxe mask allowing for improved air
flow, and thus despite this being a longer flight than the ones to and fro
Canada a few months ago (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2022/03/book-v-chapter-1-cruising-to-canada.html">Book
V ~ Chapter 1 ~ Cruising to Canada</a> and <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2022/05/book-v-chapter-3-go-go-go-back-to.html">Book
V ~ Chapter 3 ~ Go Go Go back to Germany</a>) the obligatory face mask
is nowhere near as bothersome this time around.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>The weather today is absolutely dreamy for flying, and especially for
taking a video out of the window. There's not a cloud in the sky, and the
humidity is low, giving me not only a crisp view of the ground below, but
also allowing me to see for quite some distance. Having taken off towards
the west, the first thing the plane does is make a U-turn to get on a more
eastwards course, crossing the Isar twice in the process, and briefly
getting us within sight of first Neufahrn ("New Drive") - where I passed
through by train a few hours ago - and then Garching -where the research
centre of one of Munich's University's is located, along with the terminus
of the U6, the subway with the most remote final stop. With Munich just
barely visible in the distance, we next pass over the Speichersee, with
the BMW test track clearly visible. Also, on account of the ongoing hot
and dry weather, the Speichersee appears to be a tidbit low on water, with
extensive sandbars showing. One turn later (which now sets us on an almost
perfectly eastwards course), we are in sight of the mighty Ebersberger
Forst, which I circled on my ride to Ingolstadt (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2022/06/book-v-chapter-4-project-petal-part-6.html">Book
V ~ Chapter 4 ~ Project Petal Part 6 ~ The Easterly Expedition</a>). In
fact, from my elevated position, I do get a great aerial view on many of
the places that I cycled through, such as Maithenbeth, the little village
to the left of the extension of the Ebersberger Forst, and shortly before
we cross the Inn, I can even clearly see the Soyensee, at the shore of
which I had my quarters for that ride. If you know where to look, you can
even guess at the position of Wasserburg in the partially hidden 270° bend
in the Inn, and at that point, even the peaks of the alps start coming
into view in the far distance. The final attraction on our takeoff climb,
then, is the great Chiemsee ("Gill Lake") at the foot of the alps, with
the Herreninsel ("Gentlemen's Isle") visible at it's right (western) end.
It also has a Fraueninsel ("Ladies' Isle") and a Krautinsel ("Herb Isle"),
but they are a lot smaller and hard to see from this far away.</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-08-029_Munich_Takeoff.mp4"
height="360" width="640"></video></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-08-029_Munich_Takeoff.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>Next, we pass the Tachinger See ("Daying Lake") and Waginger See ("Daring
Lake"), the latter of which is somewhat famous for the village of Petting
located on it's southern shore. Shortly thereafter, we cross over the
river Salzach ("Salt Stream"), which also marks the border to Austria.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>The next bigger lake that we come across is the Attersee, which is
already halfway embedded in the Alps. Size-wise, this one is about as big
as the Starnberger See of Munich.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Meanwhile, the next big river we cross is not the Donau, but rather the
Enns, which not only marks the border between Upper and Lower Austria, but
also features some rather interesting curves.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>And then, we're already over the Alps, where the sprawling fields give
way to mountainous forests, and straight roads are replaced by zig-zagging
paths up the mountainsides.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>Trying desperately to avoid crossing the Donau, our plane eventually
turns a bit to the south, and as we fly over Hungary, I get to learn about
an entirely new lake by means of impressive visual example: The mighty
Balaton lake is a total of 75km long, and an average 7.5km wide, making it
the largest lake in central Europe. The Hungarian name for it means as
much as "Swamp Lake". Interestingly, dating back to the time of the
Austrian-Hungarian Dual Monarchy, this lake even has a German name, namely
"Plattensee" ("Flat Lake"), referencing the fact that this is a rather
shallow lake, with a maximum depth of only 12.2m, and an average lake of
3.3m.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>It is only thereafter that we finally cross the Donau near the Hungarian
town of Paks. Relatively straight by now, a pair of backwater loops
downstream give an idea of how meandering this river must once have been.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>By contrast, the river Tisza - one of the many tributaries of the Donau -
takes more of a zig-zagging approach. We cross that one near the Serbian
town of Kanjiža (Кањижа).</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Next, we cross over into Romanian airspace, where we fly over the Cheile
Nerei-Beușnița National Park, with the Donau still in sight in the
distance.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>And this impressive lake-like landform is actually still the Donau at the
border of Serbia and Romania near the port city of Orșova. At this point,
I am wondering if we're going to follow the Donau all the way to its final
destination, the Black Sea.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>However, we only follow the great European river for a little longer,
until we cross it near Dăbuleni and subsequently enter Bulgarian airspace.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>It is at this time that dinner is served. As usual, there are two
options: Safe (aka chicken) and daring. Naturally, I go for the later one,
thus deciding on the sweet and sour shrimps with rice and some bread, and
I do not regret it. It's quite yummy! Also, I get to take my mask off for
food and drink, because as we all know, viruses are polite and don't
propagate while eating or drinking.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>Unfortunately, this is also where we run into turbulence, and as a result
of that my sweet and sour shrimps spontaneously become sweet, sour and
bitter shrimps, and my orange pants become earl grey pants as my tea
boldly goes where no tea has gone before.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>But now for my travel route, which turns out to be somewhat different
than my last trip to Singapore. Instead of taking the more direct great
circle route which would have taken us across the Black Sea and the
Caspian Sea, we now fly over the Bosporus, and after that, there's another
weird and seemingly unnecessary dent into our flight path. The
explanations for both are to be found in the current geopolitical
situation: We clearly avoid the Black Sea because of the Russian
aggression, and the second dent is due to us having to dodge Afghanistan
airspace. And then, near the very end, it almost seems like we're actively
avoiding most of Malaysia too. You'd think that would put a lot of extra
mileage on the meter, but actually, due to the counter-intuitive way in
which spherical geometry works, it barely makes the way 6% longer.</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-08-042_Route_to_Singapore.mp4"
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<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-08-042_Route_to_Singapore.mp4"
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<p>When next I look out of the window, we are already over Turkey, only
minutes away of crossing above the Sea of Marmara, which connects the
Black Sea with the Mediterranean Sea, not far from the city of Tekirdağ.
Smaller than Lake Ontario, I can actually see right across it, and its
biggest island of Marmara Adasi is clearly visible in the distance.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>Shortly thereafter, we are already right above the sea, passing by the
island of Imrali Adasi, and getting a good view on the narrow strip of
land connecting the Kapıdağ Peninsula to the Asian mainland in the
distance.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>As if to celebrate the crossing of the continental boundary, that is when
the passengers get served ice cream. In my case, I get a Magnum, or
rather, a Minimum.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Leaving Europe behind, it becomes progressively harder to determine where
we are, especially as we enter more arid regions with fewer points to
navigate by. The sights are still spectacular, however.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Since we're travelling east, daylight is waning quickly, and as it does,
we come across an interesting ephemeral formation of a shelf of clouds
surrounding a lone hill.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>And then, by the time we pass the southern edge of the Caspian Sea, night
falls, and the land below is shrouded in darkness.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>As usual, people all around me set themselves up for jetlag syndrome.
Meanwhile, I try my best to get some shuteye while it's dark outside.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Travelling east naturally also means that the night is much shorter, and
breakfast is actually served before it's light outside. This time I'm
having Singaporean-style noodles with chicken, as well as bread and yogurt
as a side dish. No tea this time since we're still above the Indian Ocean.
This is now my fourth flight across the Indian Ocean, and there is <em>always</em>
turbulence above this body of water, but don't ask me why. In an alternate
timeline I might have been able to answer that question, but in this one I
ditched my meteorology study and became the Travelling Fox instead.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Dawn eventually breaks, though there aren't actually any distinguishable
features on the ground below yet.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Eventually, shapes of the land below become discernible, although the
typically high humidity of these latitudes means that everything is a bit
hazy. Nonetheless, we eventually pass by a notable landform that I can
identify as the peninsula of Penyabong on the shore of Malaysia.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>It is only near the southernmost tip of Malaysia, near Ladang Pasir Logok
that we finally make landfall.</p>
<p>53</p>
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Singapore, we pass by a reservoir lake formed by the Seluyut Dam. I don't
think the lake even has a name yet, or if it does, I can't figure it out.
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>And then, we're already on landing approach to Singapore Changi Airport.
Still over Malaysia for most of the approach, we first pass the estuary of
the Johor river, and then the Sungai Johor bridge, followed by the massive
industrial ports of the Kawasan Perindustrian Tanjung Langsat. After that,
we cross over into Singapore as we pass the green Pulau Ubin island, and
then we're already at the airport.</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-08-055_Singapore_Landing.mp4"
height="360" width="640"></video></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-08-055_Singapore_Landing.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>Following the landing, there's the usual jam as people try getting out of
the plane. Fortunately, I have ample time before my connecting flight
departs, so there's no need to rush, and I can jsut sit this out in the
comfort of my seat.</p>
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<p>After that, after almost five years, it is once again time for...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;"><a id="singapore">A Singapore Stayover<br>
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<p><i><b>21-Jul-2022</b></i></p>
<p>Even as I depart the plane by means of the jet bridge, I am reminded of
how lavish Singapore Changi Airport is: Even the jet bridge has a carpet
floor... and potted plants!</p>
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<p>After that, I have to walk through what I suppose is terminal 2 for quite
some while. One interesting experience to note is that this time around, I
can actually read the Japanese writing on the signs well enough that I
figure I could probably navigate by that alone.</p>
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<p>The obligatory drinking water stations are also a good cut above the ones
in Munich, featuring different heights and a place to refill your bottles.</p>
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<p>However, there's one thing that's different this time around, and that is
that a rather big portion of terminal 2 is currently undergoing
renovations, cutting it off from terminals 1 and 3.</p>
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<p>And thus, my first order of business here is to take the Skytrain over to
Terminal 3.</p>
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<p>This relatively short ride first takes us past the interesting,
terrace-shaped parking house between T2 and T3, and then across over a
dozen road lanes separated by rows of trees, and also an artfully
airplane-shaped topiary.</p>
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<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-08-062_Skytrain_to_T3.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>It also becomes immediately obvious that I have entered the Asian culture
circle as cutesy "don't forget your luggage" signs line the windows and
walls of the Skytrain.</p>
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<p>Anyway, I son arrive at terminal 3. It is now 7:30, and I still have a
whole 5 hours to explore the airport before my connecting flight departs.
Plenty of time to look around and revisit old locales.</p>
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<p>First of them is the Koi Pond. I wouldn't want to take care of them, but
watching these bright and lively fish swim around sure is nice. What's
more, with an average lifespan of around 30 years, it's not only possible
but actually probable that most of those are still the same fish that I
saw during my last two visits here.</p>
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<p>Then, there's the butterfly garden, a tropical little butterfly paradise
with some of the flitters reaching the size of my hand. Unlike with the
Koi, the chance that any one of those is still the same as when I last
visited is low.</p>
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<p>Next up is the Cactus Garden, an open-air terrace the foliage of which is
predominantly pointy (though a few less acute plants also exist here).
Once again, most of these life forms are probably still the same ones as
during my last visit.</p>
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<p>There's also a third garden here. However, much to my dismay, that one
serves as a smoking area, so I am <em>not </em>going in.</p>
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<p>There's also one more attraction, which I regrettably should only learn
about much, much later: The Jewel. Sitting squat in the U-shape of the
three terminals, this 25,000m²-big dome is a multi-leveled nature-themed
entertainment and retail complex that is accessible from the terminals,
featuring such things as a hedge maze and a mirror maze. Opened in 2019,
this is one thing that did not exist during my last visit here, and I sure
would have liked to see it, but as it is, I don't even notice any signs
indicating its existence during my layover. Oh well.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Instead, I should sit down on a charging station next to the Koi pond
where I charge up not only my phone but also myself (after all this
walking with my rather substantial carry-on luggage) while learning
Japanese.<br>
</p>
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<p>After an extended break there, I decide to slowly head for my gate. On
the way, I am approached by an Asian person who out of the blue asks me if
I'm a Furry. I suppose all those key chains on my backpack do serve some
purpose after all. We get to chat a little and exchange Telegram details
before he has to run, and that is the story of how I met Tenn, the <a href="https://en.wikifur.com/wiki/Sergal">Sergal</a>
from Singapore. Unfortunately, I totally forgot to take a picture of that
encounter, so here's a photo of the spacious Transfer Lounge A instead.</p>
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<p>It is also there that I come across the most effective way to waste cash:
A huge Pachinko machine that simply eats your coins for the gratification
of seeing it run through the device. No payout. Well, at least it's
colorful, and if it had been for charity or something, I might even have
fed it a coin or two.</p>
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<p>After that, I follow a long row of travellators down the roughly 500m
long corridor to the end of Terminal 3, where my next flight departs from.</p>
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<p>As I do, I take limited comfort in the knowledge that the handrails are
automatically disinfected with every pass thanks to some fancy
technological gadget at the beginning. Not that I ever use the handrails
on those things, mind you.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Moving along the line of travellators, I also come across something I did
not see during my last two visits on account of never having visited this
particular wing of the airport: A series of miniature gardens and
sculptures, such as the replica of the Lempuyang Temple's Gate of Heaven,
the Dicot Garden and the Monocot Garden.</p>
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<p>It is now 9:30 and I have arrived in the western- and southernmost corner
of Singapore Changi Airport, the southwestern end of Terminal 3, from
where my next flight will depart.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Well, actually, not quite yet, since there's still a cordoned-off area,
containing among others the gate that I need to get to. Interestingly, you
are not allowed to take more than 100ml of water through the security
checkpoint, but they kindly inform you that you can refill on the other
side. I wonder what purpose that serves.</p>
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<p>The checkpoint also features a fancy modern booking system, but as I
should find out there's no real point in it, since I'm actually faster
through using the normal queue.</p>
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<p>Anyway, since the checkpoint is not yet open, I find myself a comfy chair
nearby and play some Octopath Traveller until it does. That is actually
still the same game I was playing in the evenings in my hotel room in
Canada (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2022/04/book-v-chapter-2-trecking-through.html">Book
V ~ Chapter 2 ~ Trecking Through Toronto</a>).</p>
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<p>Eventually, the checkpoint opens up, and I am able to pass through
without any troubles. Afterwards, I'm in a big, open gate lounge,
containing among other things also the gate from which my next flight will
depart.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>My plane is already waiting outside. This time around it's a Boeing 737-8
MAX, and yes, that's the same plane type that was responsible for two
fatal crashes in 2018 and 2019. But there's no cause to worry, because
Boeing fixed the fatal bug in the MCAS (Maneuvering Characteristics
Augmentation System) in 2020, and since this is Singapore Airlines, I have
no cause to worry about them not updating their software or neglecting to
train their pilots.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>I wait for a little bit longer in the gate lounge, and then boarding
begins. As such, I cross the well-carpeted jetbridge to the plane...</p>
<p></p>
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<p>...and then take my place inside, ready for some...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;"><a id="flight_davao">Archipelagic Aviation<br>
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<p><i><b>21-Jul-2022<br>
<i><b>Flight </b></i>Duration:</b> 3h 35min<br>
</i><i><b>Approximate Distance: </b>2,500km<br>
</i><i><b>Average Speed:</b> 700km/h</i></p>
<p>The plane this time is a good bit smaller, featuring only 6 rows of seats
in the economy class. On the upside, I suppose that means a bigger
percentage of people get to have a window seat.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>As did I. However, this time around I had to settle for a somewhat
inauspicious wing seat on account of all other window places already
having been taken.</p>
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<p>While waiting for takeoff, I take the time to fill out my arrival card
and customs baggage declaration for the Philippines. Fortunately, it's
only two pages, but these things always make me nervous.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>As we taxi to the runway, I catch some interesting sights, such as the
Hello Kitty plane from EVA AIR, with the dome of the Jewel in the
background...</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>...and also the Cactus Garden that I visited earlier.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Eventually, we take off towards the south on the airport's easternmost
runway, get a quick look on the city of Singapore in the distance,
and then take a sharp left turn above the Singapore Strait. After said
turn (and a pass through low-hanging clouds), I am looking out towards
Batam Island of Indonesia to the south, while the plane heads more or less
straight east.</p>
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<p>After that, we also pass the neighboring Bintan Island, with it's
distinctive coastline near Lagoi...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>...and then we're over the South China Sea until further notice. This is
a rather large body of water bordered by the Indochinese Peninsula,
Borneo, the Philippines and (unsurprisingly) southern China. In fact, it
is roughly 40% bigger than the Mediterranean Sea.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Speaking of Borneo, our course actually takes us across this largest
island of Asia and 3rd-largest island in the world. We cross over Malaysia
and the little state of Brunei before leaving the island behind and
crossing the small Celebes Sea. Our destination for this flight is the
city of Davao, located on Mindanao, the southern big island of the
Philippine archipelago.</p>
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<p>Borneo is also the only island in the world shared by 3 UN member states,
and as a matter of fact comes into sight...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>...just before lunch is served. This time I'm going for the fish with
vegetables and mashed potatoes, and once again I am not disappointed.
Well, except for maybe the broccoli. Incidentally, doesn't this dish look
somewhat like the flag of Cameroon?</p>
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<p></p>
<p>By the time I'm finished with lunch, we pass within sight of the shore of
Borneo, looking out on the cape on which the border of Indonesia and
Malaysia runs.</p>
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<p>It is then that desert is served in the shape of ice cream with attitude.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>We eventually make landfall over Borneo near the Malaysian city of
Miri...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>...and subsequently get to see some interesting landscapes as we pass
first over the little Brunei, and then Malaysia again. Cities and
cultivated land, but also extensive sprawling forests, as well as
stretched-out roadside settlements.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Also, there's rivers, twisting and turning, and usually featured in the
color brown, their shapes becoming successively more daring as we approach
the far shore.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Roughly 45 minutes after leaving Borneo behind, we make landfall over
Mindanao. Unlike Borneo's flatlands, the coast of Mindanao is notably
mountainous.</p>
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<p>At first, the land below looks like what I'd call typical farmland,
littered with plenty of forests and/or plantations...</p>
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<p>...as well as the occasional mountainous area, covered in lush
vegetation.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Then, we pass over what looks like a flood disaster near the Municipality
of Kabuntalan. Now, granted, I do not know what this area looks like
normally, but at a glance it sure appears as if the Tamontaka River chose
to vacate its riverbed and grace the surrounding fields and villages with
some tender loving care.</p>
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<p>After that, we cross over the central mountain ridge of Mindanao, which
divides the island into a central and an eastern part...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>...and then we're already on landing approach to Davao. We actually pass
north over the city, then make a U-turn to approach the airport from the
northeast, entering the Davao Gulf just above the city of Panabo. After a
bit of ocean, we next pass over the northern end of the lush Island Garden
City of Samal - quite low since by then we're already on the final
approach - and then fly over the vanishing island of Arboles between Samal
and Mindanao. The slums that we pass over just after clearing the coast
should be a first hint of what is yet to come, and then, we touch down on
the surprisingly humble international airport of Davao, which worryingly
reminds me an awful lot of the airport of Foz do Iguaçu, on which I've had
<em>so</em> much fun in the past (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2019/06/book-iii-chapter-i-bad-beginning.html">Book
III ~ Chapter 1 ~ The Bad Beginning</a>, <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2019/08/book-iii-chapter-3-crash-burn.html">Book
III ~ Chapter 3 ~ Crash & Burn</a> <em>and</em> <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2019/08/the-traumatizing-transatlantic-terror.html">Book
III ~ Chapter 4 ~ The Traumatizing Transatlantic Terror Trip</a>).
Here's hoping this one won't be so bad.</p>
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<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-08-103_Davao_Landing.mp4"
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<p>After we've taxied to the Terminal, there's the usual plane exit jam, but
since this plane is smaller it doesn't last for quite as long.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>I, meanwhile, am in no particular rush to get out, since there's still a
whole bunch of hurdles to clear that I feel apprehensive about before I
can finally get...<br>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;"><a id="davao">Down in Davao</a></span></h3>
<p><i><b>21-Jul-2022</b></i></p>
<p>Eventually, the jam dissolves, and I get off the plane by means of a
humble but functional jet bridge.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>After that, I next reach an "arrival procedures" hall, together with most
of the other passengers...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>...where I am handed yet another form to fill out, as well as a number
which is eventually called out loudly by the attendants.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>So, with that I now have an arrival card, a customs baggage declaration,
an arrival monitoring form, <em>and</em> a One Health Pass which I had to
prepare prior to departure. I hope I filled them all out correctly.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Fortunately, I manage to get through immigration without any trouble, and
so I soon progress to the luggage claim, where I mentally steel myself for
the next thing that can go wrong.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>But today I seem to be in luck, and before long I spot my Backpack of
Flames coming down the conveyor belt, well-protected in its unmistakable
patchwork bag.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Which brings us to the third thing that could possibly go wrong, namely
being stood up at the airport. But actually, I'm not all that nervous
about that. I've got an AirBnb place booked, so in the worst case I can
just get a taxi, go there and figure it out on my own.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>And barring that, there's always the fear that I won't recognize her.
Turns out that both of those are unfounded, because she <em>is</em> there
waiting for me, and I recognize her right away. Two years of an online
relationship, and I finally get to hold her in my arms. All this trip,
I've been worrying, fearing that something might go wrong, but now, at
long last, I can relax, and I am really, truly happy.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>Elgen has also taken the liberty of arranging a taxi, even though she
apparently made the taxi driver wait together with her, which has a very
inflative effect on the taxi bill that I would have to pay. But really,
right now I couldn't care less about that.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>The route which the taxi driver takes us is reasonably direct (11km
instead of the 10km of the most direct route), taking us first down
southwest on the Pan-Philippine Highway, then south on Santol Street and
Cabaguio Ave until we almost drop into the Davao Bay. Eventually, that
turns into Quezon Boulevard near the coast, from which we then turn right
and weave our way to our AirBnb place.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>As for the ride itself, it is... somewhat adventurous. Apparently, car
traffic is a lot rougher here in the Philippines than anything I'm used
to. Also, despite being called a highway, the Pan-Philippine Highway is
really just a medium-sized road. There's also quite a lot of slums, and
sometimes there's garbage piled up by the side of the road. Dragon, just
what have I gotten myself into here?</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-08-115_Taxi_to_Avida_Towers.mp4"
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<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-08-115_Taxi_to_Avida_Towers.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>Normally, I do prefer to take the bus if one is available, but Elgen was
strictly against that. Now that we pass some of the buses on our way to
the AirBnb place, I begin to understand why.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Eventually, we reach our Airbnb place, which this time around is an
apartment in the Avida Towers.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>Turns out this is something of a gated community, with the guard at the
driveway asking us our room number, and the taxi dropping us off in a
garage-like roofed driveway, just outside of the lobby of Tower 1, where
our apartment is situated.</p>
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<p>In the lobby, we are being checked in by a security guard whom I should
never once see leave her post during the entire time we're here. We have
to deposit one identity document each in exchange for a guest pass, and
then ride up the elevator to the 17th floor.</p>
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<p>We shouldn't actually meet our host at any time. Instead, this place is
self-check-in, with a number lock at the door and a code sent to me in
advance. Unfortunately, it turns out the code is wrong, and so we find
ourselves standing in front of a locked door. To make things worse, my
WorldSIM goes on strike again, and thus I can't even call the owner.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Fortunately, however, the WiFi password is correct, and so I can log on
to the net through the door and send our host a message. They reply after
a bit of waiting and send us the correct code, so after a bit of a scare,
we arrive safe and sound in our apartment.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>And with that, my journey to the Philippines is complete. What trials and
adventures should await me here? Be sure to find out in the next chapter
of the Travelling Fox Blog!</p>
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<p><a name="top"> </a><i><b>15-Jun-2022 - 19-Jun-2022</b></i></p>
<p><b>Table of Contents</b></p>
<ul>
<li><a href="#raubling">A Ride to Raubling</a></li>
<li><a href="#feilenbach">Forests, Fields & Feilenbach</a></li>
<li><a href="#thalhausl">Tails of the Thalhäusl</a></li>
<li><a href="#fischbachau">A Hot Hike Home</a></li>
<li><a href="#rtc">A Lazy Lakeshore Loop<br>
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<li><a href="#ahead">The Road Ahead</a></li>
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<p>For those of you who have been around, the Thalhäusl may be a familiar
name. In fact, it was out there that the first Petal Ride led me (see <a
href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2019/11/book-iii-chapter-8-project-petal-part-1.html">Book
III ~ Chapter 8 ~ Project Petal Part 1 ~ To The Thalhäusl</a>). With the
Green Shnolz ongoing, this board game mini con has been suspended for a
while, but now it's up and running again without any restrictions, and
naturally, I want to go. However, since I've already been there by bike
once, this time around, I decide to make my way there by a combination of
train and hiking.</p>
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<p>The Thalhäusl is located in what I'd call a "train gap", a spot that is
inconveniently far away from train stations in all directions. There are
four train stations which I would call <em>somewhat</em> close, but
neither of them is any closer than 10km along the most direct walking
route. That makes this a bother if you just want to get there (especially
if you bring lots of games as luggage), yet quite appealing if you are
looking for a bit of physical exercise to offset the sitting around all
day playing games.</p>
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<p>And sure, there's a bus running all the way to Fischbachau ("Fish Brook
Meadow") - near where the Thalhäusl is Located - but the timing of that
one is somewhat... inauspicious. Even so, it's still faster than walking,
so I might end up taking that one eventually, but certainly not before I
have "connected" all of the four stations to the Thalhäusl. For starters,
this year I am doing the two closest ones, and as such, my journey to the
Thalhäusl this year begins with...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">A Ride to Raubling<br>
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<p> <i><b>15-Jun-2022</b></i></p>
<p>Lately, it appears to happen quite often that my journeys do <em>not</em>
begin at the crack of dawn. Today, this is not only owed to the train
schedule, but also the fact that it's almost the Night of the Long
Shadows, and as thus, even 7:45 in the morning means that the sun is
already quite a ways up into the sky.</p>
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<p>As usual for my train journeys, I enter the S2 bound for the city at the
Untermenzing station...</p>
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<p>...however, unlike so often, I do <em>not</em> get off the central
station. With my train being bound eastwards today, and Munich's central
station being a terminus facing westward, I ride the S2 all the way
through the tunnel of the Stammstrecke ("Trunk Line") and only get off at
the Ostbahnhof ("East Station"). It is, as a matter of fact, not very
often that I end up here.</p>
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<p>I quickly find my train - a modern vehicle of the BRB (Bayrische
Regionalbahn = "Bavarian Regional Train") - enter it and take a seat.
Then, a train attendant notifies me and some other passengers that this
part of the train only runs to Rosenheim, and since my destination lies
precisely one stop thereafter, I (along with said other passengers) get
out again, make our way to the correct part of the train, and find seats
over there.</p>
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<p>It is our luck that the train is not very full, and so despite arriving
later than the bulk of passengers, there's still plenty of room for
everyone to find seats with comfort space to spare.</p>
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<p>For the first part, the route takes me through familiar territory, but
soon enough I leave the circles drawn from both the Century Circadian
Circuit (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2020/04/book-iii-chapter-13-corona-and-century.html">Book
III ~ Chapter 13 ~ Corona and the Century Circadian Circuit</a>) at
Baldham ("Soon Have") and then the Rabbit Petal (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2022/06/book-v-chapter-4-project-petal-part-6.html">Book
V ~ Chapter 4 ~ Project Petal Part 6 ~ The Easterly Expedition</a>) at
Kirchseeon ("Church-Lakeon"). After that, the train's course swerves
further to the south, where it takes me past Ostermünchen ("Easter
Munich"), before finally passing through Rosenheim ("Rose Home") and then
arriving in Raubling ("Roblet"), which is one of aforementioned four
closest stations.</p>
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<i><b>Ride Duration: </b>1.75h<br>
</i><i><b>Approximate Distance: </b>76km<br>
</i><i><b>Average Speed:</b> 43km/h</i><b><span style="color: green;"></span></b><br>
<p>Once out of Munich, this route takes me mostly across fields,
occasionally interrupted by villages and forests. As we head further out,
the terrain grows more hilly as we pass THE BORDER, but since this time
around I am riding the train and not the bike, I can safely ignore that.</p>
<p> </p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-07-008_OstbahnhofToRaubling.mp4"
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<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-07-008_OstbahnhofToRaubling.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>Also, there's a little bit of drama playing on the ride. First, back at
the Ostbahnhof, there's a man standing in the door, talking to his wife on
the phone, trying to navigate her to the train when the door closes, and
first he panics because his wife is still at the station, and then he
realizes that <em>he</em> is on the wrong train (he wanted to go to
Salzburg ("Salt Castle"), but this train is headed for Kufstein ("Runner
Stone")), and since he has his phone on speaker, the whole train can hear
his wife railing at him, calling him an idiot.</p>
<p>Fortunately for him, he still has the opportunity to change onto the
right train at Rosenheim, where the two paths diverge, and to ensure that
this doesn't happen again, the train crew makes a total of <em>three </em>announcements
while in Rosenheim, saying that this train is headed for Kufstein, and
that the train to Salzburg will depart from the same platform after this
one.</p>
<p>You'd think that'd be enough, and yet it is no sooner than the train has
departed and the obligatory announcement begins with "Welcome on our train
to Kufstein" that an old lady one row over gets up and says "Oh dear, I'm
in the wrong train!". Incidentally, she gets off with me on the next
station, since that is already Raubling, just a little town station within
sight of the alps.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>And that concludes the relaxed part of today's travels. The next part is
a hike that will take me though...<br>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Forests, Fields & Feilenbach<br>
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<i><b>15-Jun-2022</b></i><br>
<i><b>Distance:</b> 18.0km</i><br>
<i><b>Ascents:</b> 390m</i><br>
<i><b>Duration:</b> 5.5h</i><br>
<b>3/6<span style="color: green;">🎁︎</span></b>
<p>My hiking route from Raubling generally takes me west, and a little bit
to the south. First, I cross a stretch of forest, then, pass by the
Sterntaler Filze ("Star Valley Bogs"), and finally cross a stretch of
farmland before arriving in Feilenbach ("File Stream"). That is where the
flat art of my hike ends, and I need to make my way up the mountainside to
the Thalhäusl.</p>
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<p>First off, I make my way out of Raubling, which is a nice and rustic
little town where only few roads feature sidewalks.</p>
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<p>I also pass by the house of a person who is evidently as fond of the
color red as I am of the color orange. The house and car are both red, and
even the license place of the car reads "REHD".</p>
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<p>Soon enough, I leave the village behind and enter a comfortable forest
path...</p>
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<p>...which soon enough turns into a less-comfortable forest path...</p>
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<p>...and eventually becomes an "are you sure this is a path?"</p>
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<p></p>
<p>However, fortunately that is only a relatively short bit, and before long
I am back on a more navigable forest path again.</p>
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<p>Soon thereafter, I cross a bridge over the A93, where I stand in
frightful awe of a truck traffic jam stretching all the way to the border
(which is still 23km away). Wouldn't it be that much easier (and cleaner)
to ship all those goods by train? You'd need only a fraction of the
drivers! Meanwhile, the reason for that traffic jam is simply that the
Austrians - unlike the Germans - <em>did</em> get it and allow only a
certain number of trucks per hour into their beautiful country, thus
encouraging alternate modes of transport. Meanwhile, the German traffic
minister is still looking the other way.</p>
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<p>Speaking of looking the other way, there's an even greater amount of fail
to be observed in that direction: There, not one but <em>two</em> trucks
have managed to position themselves in such a way that they block not one,
not two, but all <em>three</em> tracks of the highway, including the
shoulder, thus effortlessly expanding a one-lane truck jam to the border
into a full highway jam that probably stretches back all the way to the
next highway junction.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Leaving that long line of fail behind me, I come across a mushroom
growing in the most interesting of places, namely the wooden railing of
the road embankment. Seen from afar, it almost looks like a nail with an
oversized head.</p>
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<p>On the other side of the highway I enter the main forest of the day.</p>
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<p>There, I promptly end up on one of the more "interesting" paths, which
makes me glad that I have chosen to wear long pants despite the fact that
today is gonna be a hot day. However, since I <em>know</em> the sorts of
paths that I routinely end up with I prefer extra resistance to nettles
and thorns over extra heat resistance.</p>
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<p>However, there's also other obstacles to pass, such a little brooks to
jump...</p>
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<p>...and then, there's the water hazard. This one is cleverly disguised by
moss-like green growth that has fooled many-a-dog, but not this fox.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Eventually, I reach an open area, where I can get my first full frontal
view of the mountains. The left one is the Sulzberg ("Aspic Mountain") and
the right one the Farrenpoint ("Drive Punkt"). And the one in the distance
visible between the two might be the Hochsalwand ("High Salt Wall").</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Moving on, I come across the house of an energy adviser with a very
interesting view on human evolution...</p>
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<p>...shortly before passing the road to Spöck. Live löng and prösper, I
say.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>The next curiosity I pass is this bench with a very... unique view. I
wonder if it was placed here specifically for people with agoraphobia?</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Moving further away from the aforementioned road to Spöck and deeper into
the forest, I come across a patch of plants with ludicrously large
leaves...</p>
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<p>...soon after which the path becomes rather narrow again. However, we
have already established that that is not something which will stop me.</p>
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<p>Now, a fence straight across the path, however... now <em>that's</em>
something that will stop me.</p>
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<p>A sign on a tree nearby denotes the area inside the fence as a game
sanctuary that should not be entered. That much makes sense.</p>
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<p>What <em>doesn't</em> make sense, however, is why in the name of Dragon
said "inside" is on <em>my</em> side of the fence. Now How do I get out?</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Since going back and around would mean a detour of at least 4km, I take
some time to examine my surroundings. Turns out I am in luck, because the
fence - clearly intended to keep pedestrians out - only extends a short
ways into the underbrush, and so I am able to make my way around it and
back onto the "proper" track again.</p>
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<p>From there, it's only a little bit further until I'm out of the woods,
and promptly get hit by the day's heat which has been steadily building up
while I was hiding in the shade of the forest. Fortunately, for the next
bit I can still stay in the shade of the trees, but I am already dreading
the time when I'll have to step out into the sun, and probably into the
hellfire mantle too.</p>
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<p>On the plus side, I get a nice view of the mountains again. From this
vantage point, the one to the left is now the Farrenpoint from before, the
one to the left is the Sterneck ("Star Corner"), and the one in the
background might be the Breitenstein ("Broad Stone"). Incidentally,
the Sterneck is one of the mountain group on the flank of which my
destination the Thalhäusl is located, but it is yet a bit further to the
right, and in a valley, well-hidden from sight.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Now, we've already had plenty of fun forest paths, but we are as of yet
lacking our field path of the day, so here it is! According to my map,
there should have been a path here, but apparently that was already one or
three growth seasons ago.</p>
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<p>Sitting on a bench to catch my breath after fighting my way through that
field (and to gratuitously apply sunscreen)I get a fantastic - if somewhat
hazy - view on the mountains surrounding the upper Inn valley to the
southeast, but please don't ask me to name all of these.</p>
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<p>Meanwhile, looking to the west, I am now finally within eyeshot of my
destination... well, more or less. The characteristic saddle between the
Sterneck to the left and the Hocheck ("High Corner") to the left is where
the valley containing the Thalhäusl is hidden.</p>
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<p>But it should still be quite some while before I get there, first, I come
across the mighty 4478m high Matterhorn ("Duller Horn")...</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>...which admittedly turns out to be a good bit smaller than I had
envisioned it.</p>
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<p>Continuing along the forest's edge, I eventually come across a buried
treasure chest, which is nothing else but a very well-designed geocache.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Have I mentioned how much I dig Geocaches leading me to the most
interesting of places? Today alone they let me to that fancy viewless
bench, the mini-Matterhorn, and now the Urweltmuseum Kleinholzhausen
("Primeval World Museum Kindling Housing"). It's got boardwalks, it's got
a trench - boy I love that trench - and it's got a fairy playground where
kids can play with the bog fairies.</p>
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<p>At the end of the boardwalk (well, <em>one</em> of the ends anyway),
there's a bird watching station, from where you can not only catch
glimpses of the aquatic birds nesting and feeding in the bogs...</p>
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<p>...but also get a panoramic view of the Sterntaler Filze.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>It is now 12:30 and time for me to enter the hellfire mantle, that is,
all of the following conditions are fulfilled:</p>
<ol>
<li>It is a hot day, and the sun is burning down</li>
<li>It is the zenith hour (the 60 minutes around the time when the sun is
standing in zenith)</li>
<li>There's no shade to take shelter in</li>
</ol>
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<p></p>
<p>But there's nothing to be done about it. I have to push through. At
least, my next waypoint of Bad Feilnbach ("Bath File Stream") is already
within reach. Interestingly, for some strange reason, it's 4.5km away if
you're going by bike, yet only 2.2km on foot. Good thing I'm on foot then.</p>
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<p>On my way there, I come through the first village since leaving Raubling
behind roughly 3 hours ago, the vilalge of Wiechs ("Weigit")...</p>
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<p>...which appears to have some sort of issue with its wiring...</p>
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<p>...as well as a good old farm store, which still displays the goods that
it currently has in stock on little wooden planks. Now that's how things
were done before the advent of all that fancy new technology like LED
displays and such!</p>
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<p></p>
<p>And then, I finally catch a glimpse of one of the most majestic sights of
this hike: The Wendelstein ("Coil Stone"), one of the three legendary
mountains near Munich, together with the Zugspitze ("Train Peak") and the
Kampenwand ("Warrior Wall"). Of all the mountains around here, these three
are the ones where it's impossible to live in Munich for an extended
amount of time and not have heard of them. The Wendelstein is easily
recognized by its distinctive dome-like shape, and at 1838m, it is the
tallest mountain of the mountain group containing all of the
aforementioned mountains. Going from the Thalhäusl, I could hike all the
way up to the Wendelstein with barely and downhill segments, though that
would be a proper day trip in its own right. For those who are a bit more
lazy, there's the Wendelsteinbahn, a rack railway running from Brannenburg
("Burnen Castle") all the way to the summit through beautiful valleys, as
well as a good number of tunnels.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>Eventually, after hot hike with little shade, I arrive at the border of
Bad Feilnbach.</p>
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<p>It's definitely more than a village, but it also only a small town, which
is for the better, because I need to walk all the way through. Still,
especially near the edge, there are many village-like elements, such as
farm yards with chickens walking freely on the roads.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>Soon enough I come across a stream, and surprisingly, it's not the
eponymous Feilnbach. Instead, this one is the Jenbach ("That Stream"), and
conveniently, there's a small foot bridge right on my route.</p>
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<p>After that, I come across Bavaria's first electric railway, which has
since been degraded to a playground attraction. It's original, the EG 1
was temporally located in 1914 and ran between Salzburg and Berchtesgaden
("Moundain of de Gaden"), which is roughly 75km to the southeast of here.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Just a little bit further, there's the next stream that I cross by means
of a bridge not unlike the last. With this being the middle of Bad
Feilnbach's three main streams, it comes as little surprise that it is
called the Osterbach ("Easter Stream"). This one is also quite
stair-heavy.</p>
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<p>After that, I also cross over the Feilnbach, but apparently did not take
a picture of that. Silly me. Anyway, my next waypoint is the local Penny
supermarket, where I buy some ingredients for the barbecue tomorrow.
Figuring that it would not be a good idea to carry them in my backpack all
day on a hot day like this, I chose to buy them as late as possible, which
is here and now. Not that I'm a big fan of barbecues, but those who want
to eat must bring something, so...</p>
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<p>One out of the supermarket with some meat and BBQ sauce, I cross back
over the Feilenbach again, and then begin my ascent up the slope of the
Schwarzenberg ("Black Mountain"), which is the westernmost peak of the
range of which the Sterneck is the highest mountain, and on the flank of
which the Thalhäusl is located (though you could probably also argue that
it belongs to the Sterneck). Here, I am glad that I am not going by bike,
but even on foot the ascent is pretty challenging, especially after a long
day's hike in the heat and with luggage.</p>
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<p>However, me gaining several dozen meters of altitude in such a short time
naturally also means I get a great view on the land below.</p>
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<p>Eventually, I reach a fork in the road that is encouraging in two ways:
For one, it finally leads back into the forest, and as such out of the
scorching heat, and for another, I finally see a signpost pointing to the
Thalhäusl. It's not far now.</p>
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<p>Unlike the previous forest paths, however, which were all on level
ground, this one is both at the side of an incline, <em>and</em> sloping
upwards at an arduous angle. So in other words, it's pretty much the exact
opposite of "level ground".</p>
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<p>Fortunately, I am soon able to procure a hiking pole that should serve me
well for the remainder of today's trek.</p>
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<p>Having started at roughly 500m, I climb and climb until I reach 650m, at
which point I enter the Landkreis Miesbach ("Lousy Stream County").</p>
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<p>After that point, the path grows wider, but in no way more level.
However, now it combines occasional downs between its up. All in all,
however, it still keeps climbing all the way until about 730m of altitude.</p>
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<p>I almost miss the fork to the Thalhäusl on account of the path being
rather narrow, as well as the sign lying on the floor. This path then
leads down quite a bit into the valley of the aforementioned Osterbach, on
the far side of which the Thalhäusl is located.</p>
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<p>Fortunately, there's a bridge for me to cross, and after that my path
converges with that of my cycling tour from three years ago (though I did
already cross it once near the Penny).</p>
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<p>In fact, the paths converge just at the bottom of the dreaded Doom Doom
Hellscape Ascent, where I just <em>barely </em>managed to <em>push</em>
my bike up with a primal roar before collapsing in a panting heap at the
top. On foot, that ascent is considerably easier to overcome.</p>
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<p>Also, that ascent is not the most bike-friendly, as several other brave
bikers making the climb know. However, this time around, in addition to
the "honest" bikers making their way up the mountain under their own
strength, there's also a good number of e-bikers effortlessly zooming up
what would otherwise be a rather harrowing climb.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>But anyway, here I am, after three years, back at the Thalhäusl, and once
again without needing a car, or in fact, any kind of non-electric
transport.</p>
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<p>Oh yeah, and maybe you noticed that something was missing from this
stray: A lunch break! And that was not an omission on my part. I simply
figured that if I left in the morning then I might make it to the
Thalhäusl around lunchtime, and Dragon was I wrong! By now (and especially
after that climb), I'm positively famished. Fortunately, there's some
leftover potato and minced meat casserole that I can warm up and happily
dig into.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>And that concludes my trip to get here. Now, let us proceed with some...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Tails of the Thalhäusl</span></h3>
<i><b>15-Jun-2022</b></i><br>
<p> </p>
<p>So, here I am, at the Thalhäusl. Still, there are echoes of the Green
Shnolz hanging around...</p>
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<p>...but apart from that, it's still the same old, and so I quickly get
settled into my dorm room, which I should share with one or two other
board gamers over the next few days (since the Thalhäusl is open for a
total of two weeks, people tend to come and go at their own leisure, and
that's the point so it doesn't get too full).</p>
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<p>Most of the games are on display on a set of movable shelves down in the
event hall. There's quite a selection of new games that I don't know yet,
including to my shock and surprise a Minecraft board game. Though really,
I probably should have seen that one coming.</p>
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<p>The first game I play that day is Cascadia, a game about building biomes
and then populating them with animals, including foxes, much to my
delight. It is, in essence, a puzzle game since you get points for the way
you arrange the animals on your plan, such as "3 points for every eagle
that is not adjacent to another eagle" or "1 point for every different
animal around a fox". It has good replayability, since there are several
score conditions for each animal, and they can be freely combined with one
another, resulting in uncountable possibilities.</p>
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<p>Then, there's Living Forest, a game set in the space age that is all
about building a mighty trade empire... just kidding. As the name say,
it's about a forest, where each player takes on the role of a tree spirit
trying to fight the out-of-control flame spirit with the help of animal
spirits. The interesting thing here is that there are several different
ways of winning the game, and the first player who manages to fulfill one
of the conditions wins. You can fight a lot of fire, gather a lot of
blossoms, or plant a lot of trees.</p>
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<p>The last game for the first day is Dungeons, Dice & Danger, a
lighthearted game about dungeon exploration. Basically, you roll the dice
and then explore a square on the map that you can reach and that is not
yet explored. If you can't do that, you take damage. Take too much damage
and you're out. Monsters are fought the same way, and once each monster
has been defeated once, the game ends. The interesting thing here is that
each player has their own (identical) copy of the plan, and players can
(and must) also use some of the dice while it's another player's turn, so
you're busy all the time. There's four different plans to play with,
increasing in difficulty.</p>
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<p>Also, at some point there must have been dinner in the form of pasta with
tomato sauce, but apparently I forgot to take a picture of that.</p>
<p><em><strong>16-Jun-2022</strong></em></p>
<p><em><strong></strong></em>The next morning, I am one of the first ones to
get up and open the day with a Vollkornsemmel ("Whole Grain Bread Roll")
with honey and cheese (separately) plus some tea and a glass of orange
juice.</p>
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<p>After that, I first play a board game prototype called production line
that is about building cars. However, somehow that game's core mechanism
fails to fascinate me.</p>
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<p>Next up is Architekten des Westfrankenreichs ("Architects of the West
Frankish Empire"), which is about building a cathedral and other imposing
structures. However, somehow it also feels like this one is lacking a
little something.</p>
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<p>After that, there's something fun. It's called Detective Club, and it is,
in essence, about storytelling and bullshitting. Basically, each player
has cards with illustrations on it that leave <em>much</em> room for
interpretation, and one player secretly chooses a term that is
communicated to each other player except one. Then all players (including
the one who doesn't know what the term is) have to play in turn first one
card, and then another which they feel fits to that term. Then the term is
revealed, and all players have to explain why they picked their card. At
this point, the one player who didn't know the term has to make up a
convincing story tying their card to the term, because afterwards the
players have to guess who didn't know the term, getting points if they
pick the right one, while both the term-chooser and the ignorant player
get points if not too many people guessed correctly. It's a fun and
engaging game that results in the most hilarious stories.</p>
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<p>Moving on, there's another prototype named Würfelpunsch ("Dice Punch
Bowl"). This time it's about using dice to brew magic potions. I find this
one more engaging than Production Line, unlike, say, Detective Club, it
really lacks some sort of fascinating mechanic that I can just go on and
on about.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>After that, I take a bit of break, checking out what the other people are
playing. I also end up playing a round of Cryptid - a logic puzzle game
where players have to figure out the clues that other players know in
order to find the space on a map where a mystical beast is hiding - and
Inspektor Nase ("Inspector Nose") - a game about insight - which is also
where I bonded with Ferdi and Maxi, two energetic boys who were intent on
stealing my tails. As a result, we ended up chasing one another round and
round around the house time and time again.</p>
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<p>In the evening, after aforementioned barbecue, the three of us should
also get together and play Aftermath, a cute cooperative game where all
humans have died from some sort of catastrophe, and the world is now
inhabited by mice and other critters who are trying to build a new
civilization on the ruins of the old. It is really more of an interactive
experience, but it is still quite fun. In fact, I take such a liking to it
that I should buy a copy after returning from the Thalhäusl to play with
my friends. However, while packing up we also suffer a critical drinking
glass toppling, and thus have to lay out the game material for drying
overnight.</p>
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<p><em><strong>17-Jun-2022</strong></em></p>
<p><strong></strong>The next day features another addition to the troupe of
boys chasing me around. But in between the chases we also get together to
play games such as The Key ~ Raub in der Cliffrock Villa ("Der Schlüssel ~
Robbery in the Klippenstein Villa"), which we play cooperatively. This one
is another logic puzzler, and I for my part am quite happy to keep the
kids busy so the other adults can enjoy more complex games. Oh, and also,
breakfast today was a few more Semmeln, this time with meat, cheese and
hazel spread.</p>
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<p>After another round of Dungeons, Dice and Danger, two of the boys make
off, but Ferdi apparently has taken a real shine to me and sticks around
to play the games that I play, so long as they are not too difficult, such
as Die Wandelnden Türme ("The Strolling Towers"), a basically simple game
that is about getting your magicians into the target tower, with the
slight but significant twist that the players can move either their
wizards or any tower, which may result in wizards being trapped beneath a
tower, and situations where a player knows they still have wizards on the
field, but don't know where they are.</p>
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<p>Then there's Libertalia, a game about the golden age of fantasy piracy,
with treasure hunts, flying ships, backstabbing and other fun things. The
interesting thing here is that there's a big number of action cards, but
only a limited and random subset of those is in play in each game, thus
leading to great replayability. It's also a game about guessing what the
others will do, since both initiative and actions are determined by the
cards you play, and it can easily happen that your card gets backstabbed
by someone with a higher initiative, or everyone else takes the good
treasures before you, leaving you with a cursed amulet. I lost at that
game <em>so</em> bad, but it was still so much fun to play, and that
means something!</p>
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<p>In between, I should also take a break again, during which I run across
the dog of the people organizing this, who freely strays around this
place, occasionally saying hi.</p>
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<p>I also regularly drop by the kitchen to see if some dishes need doing, to
the point where the organizers start complaining that certain people are
doing all the work while others never do anything. I don't mind do, and
neither can I help it. Ever since becoming a Flirial, helping out has
become second nature to me, and especially in the morning when there's few
people awake and I have time, I don't see why I shouldn't spend my time
doing the dishes. After all, it's not every day that you get to work with
an industrial grade cleaner, where all you really have to do is rinse the
rough stuff of the dishes, put them into a rack, let the washer do the
hard work, and then dry them off and put them away. I mean, yes, it's a <em>lot</em>
of dishes, and it would be more fun with some fellow Flirials to help, but
even on my own this still fills me with that wonderful Flirial shine from
within.</p>
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<p>Afterwards, I play a game of Die Alchemisten ("The Alchemists"). This is
an interesting game about brewing potions that I <em>think</em> I never
played before. The basic premise is simple: You have a number of
ingredients and combine them into potion, figuring out which ingredient
does what by trial and error. As a twist, what the ingredients do is
randomized in every game, and an Alchemist app answers the questions of
what happens when you perform certain actions. It's per se a logic puzzle
game, and as such this should be right down my alley, only...</p>
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<p>...partway through the memories return. I <em>did</em> play this game
before, and apparently I had just as bad a time back then as I had now.
For some reason that I can't logically comprehend, this game triggers a
very strong panic response in me when things that I was perfectly sure of
turn out to be wrong. I suppose that is something I simply can't handle,
and thus my mind suppressed the memories of me having played this before.
However, now they are coming back, and while I try to push through to the
end somehow, my play experience of this game eventually culminates in a
right-out panic attack near the very end, which results in me bolting and
hiding in my room under the blankets for what feels like half an hour
until that irrational panic recedes. It's a sobering experience to know
that a mere board game can trigger such a response in me, and even with
all my willpower there's nothing I can do to stop it.</p>
<p>Anyway, after recovering from that, I settle down for something more
lighthearted, namely a game of Sonar with the boys and some adults. That
one should also be a bummer, but for another reason altogether. Basically,
it's a team-based version of battleship, where four people in each team
work together to control a submarine and try to sink the enemy sub. It's
basically an interesting premise, but as it turns out, this is a game that
requires more focus and discipline than the boys can muster at their age,
so we have to cancel it pretty early into the game.</p>
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<p>Following that, we do something that is more down their alley, namely
another mindless, reckless tail-chase around the house. A bit too
reckless, as it turns out, because at one point I end up slipping on loose
gravel after an admittedly rather daring jump, and end up with a
well-deserved injury on my ankle, and a sprained wrist. Interestingly, the
ankle is the thing that heals faster despite being quite a deep gash
(although it should leave a little scar), while the sprained wrist still
hurts months thereafter. As a result of this event I also learn that
apparently it's no longer "en vogue" to disinfect wounds, which is the
reason why first aid kits no longer feature disinfectants. Apparently, it
turns out that in most cases simply letting the body handle the wound
itself is much better. Guess 7 million years of evolution coming up with
that was not all wrong.</p>
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<p>Dinner that night is pizza, and after that Ferdi, Max and I get together
for a round of Project L, an interesting little puzzle game where the
twist is that you upgrade your pieces by completing puzzles, and have to
find the right balance between upgrading your pieces by solving small,
low-scoring puzzles and taking on the big, high-scoring puzzles.</p>
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<p><em><strong>18-Jun-2022</strong></em></p>
<p>The next morning I get to be Flirial again. The bathroom cleaning
rotation hits my room, and so the first thing I do in the morning is spend
about and hour or so neatly cleaning the bathrooms, followed by
dishwashing. Having gone to bed quite early yesterday and consequently
woken equally early today, I can get both of those things done before the
organizers even arrive with breakfast.</p>
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<p>Afterwards, I sit out on the front porch with the other early risers, and
as I enjoy my well-earned breakfast of Semmeln with cheese spread and
honey, I witness an unusual sight: A christian pilgrimage comes by, just
like that, heads for the nearby chapel, and sings a gospel,
consequentially waking up everyone who is still asleep and has a window to
the front. The song they are singing is "Maria Hilf" ("Mary Help"), by the
way.</p>
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<p>After they have successfully woken everyone up, this merry troupe
proceeds on its way up the mountain path, doubtless headed for the next
chapel, closely pursued by an exhausted bicyclist.</p>
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<p>The first game I play today should become one of my favorites of this
Thalhäusl visit. It's called Arche Nova ("Ark Nova"), and it is about
building a zoo, filling it with animals, but also about building
connections with sponsors and investing into ecological research projects.
Another twist is that over the course of the game, players increase both
their reputation and their income, which are marked on the same bar in
opposed directions, and the game ends once one player's markers meet
somewhere in the middle, with score being based on how far the markers
have overshot one another in the final turn. There's also one (and only
one) fox in this game, but one spiteful other player exiled that one from
the animal selection.</p>
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<p>It's also one of those longer games, so after that we only have time for
a lighthearted round of Happy City (which is nothing special)...</p>
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<p>...before we come to today's main event, which is preparing lasagna for
roughly three dozen people. Organizing that is my major contribution to
this Thalhäusl, and thankfully I am able to recruit three eager helpers to
assist me with this tremendous task. In the end, I am the one who performs
the least hands-on work. Instead, I end up running around the kitchen,
organizing the others, keeping tabs of what needs to be done next,
fetching ingredients from the nearby storage room, and so on and so forth.
One of the greatest assets turns out to be the four sheets of streamlined,
printed instructions that I prepared in advance and that help us all keep
track of what needs to be done in which order.</p>
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<p>It takes us a few hours to get it all ready, but in the end, it pays off,
and we're proud to present several trays of meaty lasagna, as well as one
smaller tray of vegetarian lasagna (which means we had to prepare a total
of four different sauces).</p>
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<p>And Dragon does it turn out to be popular! If we can be blamed for
anything, it is for not making quite enough, because unlike any of the
previous dinners, of which there was always some leftovers for the next
day, the lasagna is all gone already by the time I go to see if I can have
seconds. I'll have to remember that for next year.</p>
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<p>In the evening, we play one more round of that weird game Cryptid, where
this time around the game is over already before all players even had
their first turn, and then another mission of Aftermath, and then I figure
it's already time for me to head to bed. After all, tomorrow I have to get
up early, since after three and a half days of playing, it's now time
for...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">A Hot Hike Home<br>
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<p> <i><b>19-Jun-2022</b></i><br>
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<p>The next morning, I have one last breakfast in the Thalhäusl, this time
in the form of several tasty pancakes, along with my usual orange juice
and tea.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>At this hour, there's not many people yet up, but among them is young
Ferdi, who doesn't want me to go just yet.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>But alas, the road is calling, and since today is going to be a hot day,
the sooner I am on my way the better.</p>
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<p><i><b>Distance:</b> 13.0km</i><br>
<i><b>Ascents:</b> 500m</i><br>
<i><b>Duration:</b> 4.75h</i><br>
<b>6/7<span style="color: green;">🎁︎</span></b> </p>
<p>For today, I have chosen a route that takes me further up and all the way
up the peak of the Schwarzenberg. After that, I should head down into the
valley of the Leitzach ("Guides Stream"), seek out said river, and then
follow it all the way to the Fischbachau (Fish Brook Meadow) station.</p>
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<p>At first, I follow the well-maintained track road that the people with
cars take coming here, and that I also used to depart by bike three years
ago.</p>
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<p>However, before long I turn off that "main road" and head up more or less
perpendicular to the mountainside along a more rocky road.</p>
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<p>Now, this is already a relatively steep gradient of about 25%, and if
that's not enough, then here's some additional shrubbery to make things
yet more interesting.</p>
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<p>Eventually, I emerge onto the edge of an Alm ("mountain pasture")...</p>
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<p>...from where I can get a great view on the lowlands. On a dry day, I bet
you can see all the way to Rosenheim from here, but today it's definitely
too humid for that.</p>
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<p>In addition, it's also quite hot already, and that although it's only
9:00 now. As such, I am quite glad when I can get back into the cool of
the forest, where I subsequently cross the Weißenbach ("White Stream") by
means of a somewhat skewed bridge.</p>
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<p>It is on the subsequent climb that my cellphone unexpectedly starts
making a ruckus, presenting me with a Severe Alert about the German
national soccer team having become world champion, and that the government
is expecting severe ruckus in the inner city of Munich, recommending to
avoid these areas unless you're a soccer fan. Turns out that this is a
humorous test of the disaster warning system, and while I guess it's good
to know that it works, it certainly caught me of guard just then and
there.</p>
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<p>Anyway, from here on out, the ascent should gradually become more
challenging. Since we did have a rain shower sometime during these last
few days when we were blissful sitting inside, playing games, the ground
here on the north slope of the Schwarzenberg is still rather muddy in
places, which is especially challenging when you're faced with gradients
of up to 50% on rather adventurous paths.</p>
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<p>Now the good new is, there is a board walk across the most treacherous
bits. The bad news, it apparently has not been maintained at all for
several years, so it is of little use. At one point, I even reach a
stretch where I have to stop and figure out a plan for how to make my way
up the slippery, muddy slope ahead of me. Eventually, I mange to make my
way across by a combination of daring balancing acts and careful steps in
more level spots of mud, but that was definitely one of those few
challenging spots where it took me approximately 5 minutes to cover 50m of
distance.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>After that torturous bit, imagine my relief when I finally get to walk on
a dry clearing again where Radian has already dried up all the moisture.
On the flop side, however, this means heat.</p>
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<p>Eventually, I get the best of both worlds as I near the summit. I am not
quite there yet, but there's still a stretch of relatively level ground in
the shade of trees with a dry path as I approach the summit.</p>
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<p>It is here that I behold an unusual sight: Hovering in the patches of
sunlight, about a meter above the ground, are bees, with a single one
stationed in each patch like sentinels. Occasionally, they flit out of the
light, only to quickly return back to it as if drawn there by some
magnetic force. Can't say I've ever seen that before. I wonder what they
are doing? Sunbathing?</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-07-115_Hover_Bee.mp4"
height="360" width="640"></video></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-07-115_Hover_Bee.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>Shortly thereafter, I cross one of those pedestrian fence stepovers that
heralds my entering another Alm now.</p>
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<p>True enough, the forest quickly lets up, and I find myself hiking across
an Alm straddling the ridge of the Schwarzenberg, with the Gipfelkreuz
("Peak Cross") beckoning promisingly in the distance on the top of one
final rise.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Along the way, I catch up with a pair of fellow hikers, and together, we
make our way the rest of the way to the peak of the Schwarzenberg.</p>
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<p>Having started at roughly 735m of altitude today, I have now made my way
up to 1187m, and that in this heat, which despite the altitude and the
fact that it's still only 10:20 is already quite intense. However, me and
my fellow hikers are rewarded for our efforts with a wonderful panoramic
view featuring both the flatlands and the mountains all around. Also,
occasional birds of prey.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>On my way down, I turn into the rather spacious Almhütte ("Mountain
Meadow Cottage"), which features a rest room for hikers that is not only
nice and cool on its own, but in addition features a fridge for cool
drinks. And while I did bring my own bottle of water, I do take the
opportunity to cool my own by now rather warm drink down a little while
I'm searching for the Geocache that lead me to this nice and cool little
sanctuary.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>After that, I start making my way down the Schwarzenberg, first on a
road...</p>
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<p>...and later on across a field path that is more field than path.</p>
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<p>As I make my way on a narrow foot path between two fields, I suddenly
start hearing a strange sound that I can't quite make sense of. Walking
down the path I keep wondering what it could be...</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>...that is, until I realize it's coming from the tractor, which is
wrapping up freshly cut hay by means of an interesting contraption on its
trailer in preparation for turning int into baleage. That does take me
back to my time in Thornton Grange (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2017/01/christchurchly-second.html">Book
I ~ Chapter 12 ~ Christchurchly Second</a>).</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-07-124_BaleagePacking.mp4"
height="360" width="640"></video></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-07-124_BaleagePacking.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>Going down the mountain takes me almost one third the way to sea level,
so there's still a bunch of things to see along the way, such as this
mountainside farmhouse where the horses graze on a rather lean and sloping
pasture.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>After passing this outpost of civilization, I quickly find myself back in
the nice and cool woods once more, following a twisting road...</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>...before covering the final few hundred meters down into the valley by
means of a reasonably intact foot path.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>And then, I find myself at the valley floor, where I emerge in the
village of Elbach ("Le Brook").</p>
<p></p>
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<p>There, I pass a local refilling her water bottles on a fountain, and ask
if I can do the same. With the heat of the day, my own drinking bottle is
more than half empty by now, and although all the ascents are behind me, I
still have over half of the horizontal distance ahead of me, <em>plus</em>
that is going to take me through a valley with little shelter from Radian,
and it's almost certain that I won't make it to the station before noon,
so I'll have to look forward through another trip through the Hellfire
Mantle later on. As such, I am quite thankful when she allows me to refill
my bottle here.</p>
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<p>Next, I cross over the eponymous Elbach, which is flowing towards the
as-of-yet distant Leitzach...</p>
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<p>...and before long, I find myself on a good old country backroad, where
shade is regrettably far and few in between.</p>
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<p>Soon enough, I pass through the conjoined twin villages of Ried ("Reed")
and Lehen ("Fief"). Unfortunately, by now the sun is so high up in the sky
that there's no shade to be found in the roads between the buildings.</p>
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<p>Once back out into the open, I get a good view back on the Schwarzenberg
from whence I came, including the Almhütte in which I enjoyed the last
cool break well over an hour ago.</p>
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<p>The next village I pass through is Sonnenholz ("Sunwood"), which despite
its name is one of the shadiest places I encounter ever since getting down
from the Schwarzenberg...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>...and afterwards, I soon reach the point where I get to leave the
country backroads behind and head out onto field paths again.</p>
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<p>That path now loads me all the way to the aforementioned Leitzach, a
small river about 15m wide, which impresses with its pristine clear
waters. It eventually merges with the Mangfall ("Fault Fall"), which in
turn flows into the Inn at Rosenheim.</p>
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<p>Following the flow upstream, I eventually arrive at the outskirts of
Fischbachau...</p>
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<p>...which is also where I cross over the Leitzach the first time.</p>
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<p>Also, it is now 12:30, and thus time to enter the Hellfire Mantle again,
and if anything, it's even worse today than on my trek to the Thalhäusl.
Naturally, I copiously applied sunscreen, but that doesn't help against
the heat.</p>
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<p>Roughly following the course of the stream (and thus leaving the
outskirts of Fischbachau, which end at the Leitzach), the next village I
pass through is Trach ("Attir")....</p>
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<p>...near where I pass a sawmill where apparently the stacks of planks have
been sitting around for long enough that it was worth someone's while to
install a basketball basket on them.</p>
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<p>Likewise, as I cross back over the Leitzach on the other side of said
sawmill, I notice that someone has seen fit to install a flying fox
running all the way from the balcony of the house to the other side of the
river. I wonder if that was the same creative person.</p>
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<p>Anyway, moving on, I pass a quarry where stone and gravel are mined from
the poor, innocent Karolinenhöhe ("Caroline Height")...</p>
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<p>...before continuing along a somewhat busy, but blissfully shady road.</p>
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<p>There, I come across a curious wanted poster. For the first part, it's
curious to even <em>see</em> a wanted poster in this day and age, and for
the second part the wanted entities are a pair of runaway goats, and the
reward for their live capture is set to 5 crates of beer.</p>
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<p>By now, I have almost reached my destination. Now all that's left to do
is to cross the Leitzach one last time, by means of a pedestrian and
cyclist bridge this time...</p>
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<p>...and then I reach the Fischbachau station, which ironically is located
within the twin villages of Stauden ("Forbs") and Hammer.</p>
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<p>Thankfully, oh so very thankfully, that station does feature a proper
little shelter, so I can finally get out of scorching rays of Radian after
this hot hike.</p>
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<p>There, I empty most of what's left of the second filling of my drinking
bottle as I wait for the train that should take me on...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">A Lazy Lakeshore Loop<br>
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<p>Having just missed the last train, I have to wait four about 45 minutes
for the next one to arrive. With this station being situated on the line
to Bayrischzell ("Bavarian Cell") - a popular local vacation spot - it
does get relatively regular (read: hourly) service in either direction.
The train is once again a pretty modern train of the BRB (which pretty
much serves most of the train network southeast of Munich).</p>
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<p><i><b>Ride Duration: </b>2.25h<br>
</i><i><b>Approximate Distance: </b>76km (also!)<br>
</i><i><b>Average Speed:</b> 34km/h</i></p>
<p>The route the train takes back should take me past the Schliersee
("Streak Lake"), and then cross over the route of my earlier return trip
from the Thalhäusl at Miesbach. From there, it gets curiously close to
said route again several times at Holzkirchen ("Wood Churches"), Otterfing
("Otter Caught") and Deisenhofen ("This Farmyards") before crossing over
the Isar valley by means of the legendary Großhesseloher Brücke ("Great
Have You Copse Bridge") near Solln ("Shall"). It should take me all the
way to the Donnersbergerbrücke ("Thunder Mountain Bridge"), from where I
can then change into the S2 and get back to Untermenzing.</p>
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<p>The train is pretty empty at first, but should eventually fill up to the
point where all seats are taken and people have to stand.</p>
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<p>Also, this time around I am so hungry that I can't wait till home, so
instead I just have my two spare Müsli bars for lunch right there and
then.</p>
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<p>This ride should first take me into a neighboring valley where the train
passes the Schliersee, and then generally north past various fields and
forests. Eventually, the land hills give way to progressively flatter
land, and after crossing through the Perlacher Forst ("Pearl Stream
Forest"), we cross over the might Großhesseloher Brücke, passing first
across the Isar itself, and then the smaller Isarwerkkanal ("Isar Works
Channel"), which powers one of the many hydroelectric power plants along
the Isar. After that, we are already technically in Munich, although the
train takes its sweet time proceeding to the Solln station because of
technical reasons. Oh well, at least the train is reasonably cool.</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-07-153_Fischbachau_To_Donnersbergerbruecke.mp4"
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<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-07-153_Fischbachau_To_Donnersbergerbruecke.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>Unlike the outside temperature, which slams into my face like a hammer as
I get off at the Donnersbergerbrücke. If it was already hot in the
mountains, then it is outright steaming down here in the Munich
Gravelplain. Fortunately, I don't have to wait too long for the S-Bahn to
arrive.</p>
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<p>A little while later, I am already back in Untermenzing...</p>
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<p>...and from there it's only a short walk until I'm back in the Fox Loft,
where Jamie and Toledo are eager to welcome me.</p>
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<p>So much for my hike and stay at the Thalhäusl after a long hiatus. Now
all that's left are a few words about...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Road Ahead</span></h3>
<p>From here on out, things should get a bit more adventurous again. The
winds are picking up again, and intend to carry me halfway around the
world. I can't say that I didn't see this coming, and despite my intent to
stay in place and don't travel by plane anymore, it seems that the winds
of fate have different ideas for me. As such, my next big trip is just
around the corner, but if you want to know what it is, you'll have to wait
for the next chapter of the Travelling Fox Blog. So long, and be of great
cheer! =^,^=<br>
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Kira Resarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509961265863417345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711878515801144615.post-77188951375136902702022-08-06T23:58:00.004+09:002022-08-07T00:02:00.902+09:00Announcement: The Chronicles of Ceal ~ The Call of the Crystals: Now available on Kindle<p> Hello everyone!</p><p>As you may or may not be aware, apart from writing this blog, I am also working on a grand project of mine, <a href="https://ceal.fandom.com/wiki/The_Chronicles_of_Ceal_Wiki">The Chronicles of Ceal</a>, an epic science-fantasy world with a rich history going back thousands of years.</p><p>Well, guess what? Now the first book of the Chronicles of Ceal has been published, and is <a href="https://www.amazon.de/Call-Crystals-Chronicles-Crystal-Chronicle-ebook/dp/B0B55G2R6W">available on Kindle</a>!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.de/Call-Crystals-Chronicles-Crystal-Chronicle-ebook/dp/B0B55G2R6W" ><img border="0" data-original-height="1535" data-original-width="1000" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5bhU2Vzit6jtMml68dALM2Smn5eIumdWHJGeAzuPlBiMQm085dgowI07AJistSO3nAho5kytgYKWUzdkuP7yipkRvyBuhh0LUsZDTUFI3-sUe4gLwnNfphYDsuNIyucR7Dy2r9NoUZ5iDcqkatdjD6PExLiNZ4g3sPQe6BQ_qdEKxGbqlwL-vmxUZ/w416-h640/9781914913754.jpg" width="416" /></a></div><p>Follow the Nefilim siblings Bokay and Sylvia, the Dragoness Idra, the Puky Eyaru, the Fox Wel Cyrus and the Seraph Theres on an epic journey through a fantastic world on their search for the Crystal Shards as they strive to fulfill an ancient prophecy. Will they be able to overcome the challenges along the way? And if yes, at what cost?</p><p>This is the first book of the Crystal Seal Chronicle, which I have planned out to be six books long. I've already got all the corner points of the plot down, and basically just need to write it down. However, before that, I want to see if the first book sells, since I more or less self-published this, and am now sitting on a big investment that first needs to pay off. So if you like it, recommend it to your friends and spread the word. I'm pretty much relying on word of mouth to get this sold. I may eventually also publish a print version.</p><p>Here's some background information: The Chronicles of Ceal were "born" around the year 2000, when I drew a map in class that should get everything started.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDdx7m7-90mfj4y1aZFlNM1bhT6BNa9iUmF6H9b470JC2nGj1V91oi58PmhgQ2XEAH3UbCsJSG95-nAfRNWzni5eG34K2m_zBHntzCGh2CnPRflL1IeA1DDGkCizmNIRVPpO542XXccEiLBnpFZHrl_9qE9U828BhIrv_coT-hpq1KUC-soKYos_Eu/s1734/Welt.jpg" ><img border="0" data-original-height="1244" data-original-width="1734" height="460" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDdx7m7-90mfj4y1aZFlNM1bhT6BNa9iUmF6H9b470JC2nGj1V91oi58PmhgQ2XEAH3UbCsJSG95-nAfRNWzni5eG34K2m_zBHntzCGh2CnPRflL1IeA1DDGkCizmNIRVPpO542XXccEiLBnpFZHrl_9qE9U828BhIrv_coT-hpq1KUC-soKYos_Eu/w640-h460/Welt.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>I started fleshing out the locations on that map and spinning a story about them. Eventually, I added two more key "principles" to it: I wanted the world to be a "proper" round world, and I wanted it to be populated by something more novel than humans, dwarves, elves, orcs and the other "typical" fantasy races. And so, the world of Ceal began to take form.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWstWR1TIuiwVkd0tJe-1jNoAcwfHOIvPTPCDacfqwHlfgNojWIorl7ahgLOtnPWX0MI1J7vrJDWvYaJRVphSnzJNahgTn4lUIolOAH2PSUDpJy2WS9KiM0meobUAafqqU_zg4l_mOZky8QgrNXCMug7hoS-OdImeiwOjN95n63K0TGnhpJNEgFHgv/s1164/Weltkarte.jpg" ><img border="0" data-original-height="828" data-original-width="1164" height="455" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWstWR1TIuiwVkd0tJe-1jNoAcwfHOIvPTPCDacfqwHlfgNojWIorl7ahgLOtnPWX0MI1J7vrJDWvYaJRVphSnzJNahgTn4lUIolOAH2PSUDpJy2WS9KiM0meobUAafqqU_zg4l_mOZky8QgrNXCMug7hoS-OdImeiwOjN95n63K0TGnhpJNEgFHgv/w640-h455/Weltkarte.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>I kept refining it over the years, keeping the story all in my head until 2014, when two co-workers of mine encouraged me to write it down, and that was when the next "phase" got started. Eventually, the world of Ceal assumed the shape it now has in this novel. It's interesting how you can still recognize the "original" continents, even if they moved a lot over the map. Or maybe that's just me.<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSOalbt0NgfBOoFLjA9oMH48v6RXE5djAhql4VKz4k1QE6XzV-KRZ2F483Nv98C4flnHqZ1gMWNVWmMnGGMPkWGI1DRBu5sPNiXWqWl2nSgwKTOxyk_j6pPw1ZVtnmtH4DXcWzY_neIApTrjEmrezyUVELK5YB_HENrB8yIICBvX8HEASI04BKunR3/s2460/World%20Map%20~%20Ceal%20Crystal%20Seal.png" ><img border="0" data-original-height="1400" data-original-width="2460" height="364" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSOalbt0NgfBOoFLjA9oMH48v6RXE5djAhql4VKz4k1QE6XzV-KRZ2F483Nv98C4flnHqZ1gMWNVWmMnGGMPkWGI1DRBu5sPNiXWqWl2nSgwKTOxyk_j6pPw1ZVtnmtH4DXcWzY_neIApTrjEmrezyUVELK5YB_HENrB8yIICBvX8HEASI04BKunR3/w640-h364/World%20Map%20~%20Ceal%20Crystal%20Seal.png" width="640" /></a></div><p>Anyway, it was not until 2016 that I actually started writing on this book, and I kept writing on it through my stay in New Zealand. I still remember where I was when I finished the final chapter: It was in the Renegades Community Centre in Christchurch (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2016/12/christmas-in-christchurch.html">Book I ~ Chapter 11 ~ Christmas in Christchurch</a>). And after that, there was still a lot of refining, rewriting, proof-reading and so on.</p><p>I tried to get it published afterwards, but with little success, and since I was so busy with my travels, the blog and work, I didn't really have much time to pursue it thereafter, so that put the whole project on ice for a few years, until I got a mail reading "Have you written a book you want to see published?".</p><p>Being a cautious fox, I was afraid it might be a scam, but still, I wanted to give the Chronicles of Ceal a chance, so I took every precaution I could think of, and well, here we are. I had to invest quite a bit of money indeed, but if I'm lucky, it will pay off, and I will be able to write the other books this way too.</p><p>So, yeah, that's about it for this announcement. I'd be happy if you could give my book a try, and if you like it recommend it to your friends and family. I would like the Chronicles of Ceal to become something that joins people's hearts all around the world, and I would like to write more books that can incorporate all the experiences I have made on my travels after New Zealand.</p><p>So if you do decide give it a try, thanks in advance, enjoy, and be of great cheer! =^,^=<br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Kira Resarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509961265863417345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711878515801144615.post-58294502663178268572022-08-06T02:48:00.003+09:002022-08-06T22:30:07.779+09:00Book V ~ Chapter 6 ~ Project Petal Part 7 ~ Into Ingolstadt<html>
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<li><a href="#title">Part 7 ~ The Petal of the Rat</a></li>
<li><a href="#rain">A Song of Rain and Sunburn</a></li>
<li><a href="#place">The Place</a></li>
<li><a href="#shopping">Somewhat Sunny Shopping</a></li>
<li><a href="#ingolstadt">An Afternoon in Ingolstadt</a></li>
<li><a href="#retrospective">The Retrospective</a></li>
<li><a href="#holledau">Hailing High from the Holledau</a></li>
<li><a href="#ahead">The Road Ahead</a></li>
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<p>After heading east to Wasserburg in the last petal ride (see <a href="http://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2022/06/book-v-chapter-4-project-petal-part-6.html">Book
V ~ Chapter 4 ~ Project Petal Part 6 ~ The Easterly Expedition</a>),
there's now only one two-petal gap remaining, and since I like to spread
out my petal rides, it makes sense that I should go straight north for
this one, thus choosing...<br>
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<h1><span style="color: orange;">Part 7 ~ The Petal of the Rat</span></h1>
<i><b>24-May-2022 - 26-May-2022</b></i>
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<p>This should finally direct me towards Ingolstadt ("In Gold City"), which
I've set my sights on for quite some time. It's actually quite some
distance away, so my goal is to compensate for the fact that the to and
fro is going to be long and tough by making my on-premise day a short and
relaxing one. However, this ride should end up testing me in ways yet
unprecedented. For example, alone the way there should already turn out to
be...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">A Song of Rain and Sunburn</span></h3>
<i><b>24-May-2022</b></i><br>
<i><b>Distance:</b> 86.0km</i><br>
<i><b>Ascents:</b> 420m</i><br>
<i><b>Duration:</b> 8.75h</i><br>
<b>4/7<span style="color: green;">🎁︎</span></b><br>
<p>You might call it my own fault for departing on a ride when the outside
looks like this, and the weather forecast predicts a 100% chance of rain,
but on the other hand, the weather for the next two days looks fine, so I
decide to go for it and break through as needed, having at least a rough
idea of what the weather has in store for me.</p>
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<p>My route today takes me generally north, with a slight drift towards the
east. In fact, most of it takes me straight through the petal of the Boar,
and I actually pass within only 4km of Aresing, where I made my home base
during that petal ride (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2020/09/interlude-project-petal-part-5-tri-day.html">Interlude
~ Project Petal Part 5 ~ The Tri-day Two-hundred Tour</a>). I also
should regularly get drenched by rain of various intensity and have to
adjust my route to keep of impassable muddy field paths, thus forfeiting a
total of 5 Geocaches along the route. In place of those, however, rain
shelters should become important waypoints and offer me temporary relief
from the worst deluges.</p>
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<p>But more about all of that at its own time. Presently, I am cycling in
level 1 rain (a tolerable drizzle) through the familiar cycleways of
Untermenzing and Allach on my way out of the city.</p>
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<p>Since this is the direction where the city border is the closest, it
doesn't take me long to be out on the open fields on my way headed for
Dachau.</p>
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<p>It turns out it's been too long since I've been to this area, because I
end up getting just a little bit lost twice around the Waldschwaigsee
("Forest Hush Lake"), but fortunately I quickly manage to correct my
course each time. Also, by now the rain has temporarily ceased altogether.</p>
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<p>As such, I soon enough reach the outskirts of Dachau, where I follow the
course of the Gröbenbach ("Rough Stream") further into town.</p>
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<p>Eventually, I pass through the very heart of Dachau, where I also cross
the Amper...</p>
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<p>...and then go out of Dachau towards the north, heading towards the two
local windmills.</p>
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<p>As I climb the hills here through tunnels of green, I come across an
abandoned E-Scooter lying in the shrubbery...</p>
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<p>...before reaching the very foot of one of the two windmills.</p>
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<p>It is from there that I get to behold a most amazing panorama view of
Munich and the alps, and it is this view that already makes my ride at
this point.</p>
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<p>Now, the good news is that after climbing this hill, the road now goes
downwards for quite a bit. The bad news is, said road looks like this:</p>
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<p>To make it worse, as the path starts sloping down even more steeply, it
gradually turns into the field path of the day!</p>
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<p>Eventually, the road becomes paved again, but naturally only after it has
started sloping back up towards Goppertshofen ("Gophers' Farmyard").</p>
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<p></p>
<p>After that, the roads - or more precisely the path I have chosen - turns
out to be a wild mix of ups and downs, as well as paved and unpaved
sections.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>By the time I reach Röhrmoos ("Pipe Moss"), rain has started falling
again, and this time around its level 2 rain, which is already a good bit
more annoying.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>This time around, the rain doesn't grow weaker over time though. If
anything, it becomes more intense, and there's absolutely no shelter
anywhere in sight.</p>
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<p>By the time I reach Pasenbach ("Fit Brook"), the rain has intensified all
the way to level 3, which is a proper rainshower, and would easily be
enough for me to interrupt my ride and wait it out, yet there's <em>still</em>
no shelter anywhere in sight.</p>
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<p>It is at this point that I re-evaluate and decide to forget about the
next few caches which were hidden in fields and forests. Furthermore, with
the rain being to strong now for me to navigate by phone, I have to
temporarily abandon my planned route and instead rely on my natural
navigation skills to further my progress towards Ingolstadt. Even as I do
all that, the rain further intensifies to level 4, which is a proper
downpour, and the last level before a tropical deluge.</p>
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<p>As such, my trusty coat Krevyasz quickly breaches, and my pants quickly
become drenched to the point where any further rain just bounces off of
them. I still remember the last time this happened. It was on my way back
from school in 12th grade, and back then I had only 10 minutes left to be
in the dry. This time around, I don't have that luxury.</p>
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<p>Instead, I have to press on through the rain, crossing the Daxberg
("Badger Mountain") as I do...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>...and eventually reaching the hamlet of Breitenwiesen ("Broad Meadows").</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>It is there, that my wetness-ratio finally reaches the point where I'm
willing to take shelter in some farmer's cow barn just to get dry, and <em>boy</em>
are the cows not happy to see me. You should have heard them mooing at me.
Such indignant mooing I've never heard before! Anyway, this respite
finally allows me to have a look at my map again,and re-plan my route in
accordance with the fact that I will <em>not</em> be attempting any
Geocaches while it is raining like this, and that I will <em>certainly
not</em> attempt to cross any field or forest paths in or after weather
like this. The consequence of this is that I pick out a "village hopping"
route that should lead me along paved roads.</p>
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<p>After that, I decide to continue on my path in spite of the rain still
falling. The intensity of the rain is now somewhere between 2 and 3,but I
know I have to continue since there's no telling how long the rain will
last, and thus I make myself go on, all the way to the town of Weichs
("Softs"), where I find temporary shelter under a roof.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>As should become habit for a while now, I once again allow the worst of
the wetness to drip off there and then continue on to the next village of
Aufhausen ("Up Housing")...</p>
<p></p>
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<p>...where I take cover in a conveniently located bus shelter.</p>
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<p>There, I wait until the rain weakens to something between level 1 and 2
before continuing left past Edenpfaffenhofen ("Eden Puffing
Courtyarding")...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>....however, eventually the rain starts becoming stronger again, and so I
end up taking shelter at another bus stop in Eglersried ("Leecher's
Reed"), beneath a brand-new, yet-unpainted may pole.</p>
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<p>This time around, the rain stops completely while I wait, and so for the
next small segment, I get to enjoy a bit of a dry spell.</p>
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<p>But there's another issue that becomes apparent as I cross the border to
the Landkreis Pfaffenhofen an der Ilm ("County Puffing Courtyarding at the
Ilm"): My bike's brakes aren't working properly, so I stop by the side of
the road and try to adjust them... with limited success.</p>
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<p>I dare not stop too long though, lest I waste valuable time of this dry
spell, so I eventually settle on "good enough" for the brakes and continue
down into a valley where there's a village now ("Jetzendorf" = "Now a
Village").</p>
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<p>Naturally, when I said "down into a valley", that implied having to go up
the other side again. And yet, I didn't expect an ascent this steep.
Fortunately, it's not very long, and since I'm still drenched and cold
from all the rain, this is actually a welcome opportunity to warm back up.</p>
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<p>By the way I reach the hamlet of Kremshof ("Creme's Farmyard"), the rain
has started to pick up again, however.</p>
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<p>It intensifies to level 2 by the timee I reach the village of Eck
("Corner")...</p>
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<p>...where there's one of these age-poles typical for the area. This is the
first one I get to see on this ride.</p>
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<p>As I continue onwards, the rain gets stronger and stronger still, and by
the time I reach the village of Lichthausen ("Light Housing"), it has
reached and surpassed level 3, and is on its way to level 4 again.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Fortunately, salvation awaits just after the village entrance, where a
small farm-sales shed for eggs, honey and similar produce provides shelter
for both me and my bike, and with it raining cats and dogs outside, I
figure this is the ideal chance for me to have a closer look at my bike's
brakes. By the time the rain has weakened enough for me to continue, I
have manged to adjust them to a level that I figure will achieve a good
braking effect when I actually do want to brake while not slowing me down
too much when I don't. It has become apparent at this point, however, that
I clearly need new brakes for my bike.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>Continuing through rain that is somewhere between level 2 and level 3, I
pass a herd of tamed deer grazing on a nearby field, and do manage to take
a nice picture of both the deer, <em>and</em> the rain.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Eventually, the rain stops entirely once more, and as it does, I realize
that I remember this area: Though it has been close to two years, I still
remember this formation of three windmills from my ride to Aresing.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>What follows next is a relatively nice and dry segment as I pass by
Riedern ("Reeding"), Labersberg ("Chatter Mountain"), Kreuth ("Herb") and
Gröben ("Roughing").</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Along that way, I also spot an uncommon variant of the age pole: The
marriage pole (and extension).</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>And then, in Strobenried ("Strobing Reed"), I finally reach the crossover
point, where my path crosses with that of the Boar Petal. It is only from
here on out that I am actually outside my "territory".</p>
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<p>Approaching Waizenried ("Wheat Reed"), I notice how the sky is turning
dark and threatening once again, and so I keep my eyes peeled for some
shelter.</p>
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<p>It is in the middle of town that I fortunately find such a shelter in the
shape of yet another bus stop, and quickly move my bike inside just before
the rain starts again.</p>
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<p>The timing could not have been much better, because it is only seconds
later that the rain comes in, and quite intensely at that.</p>
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<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-06-046_Rain_Lunch_Shelter.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>With this forced break falling right into lunchtime, I figure this is a
good enough place for my usual lunch break. Granted, there's no place to
sit, and the only surface is the top of a trash bin, but it'll do.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Once again, I only sit out the worst of the rain and continue on my path
once it has weakened to level 1 or 2. Doing so, I come across a
wonderfully synergistic farm where both sheep and solar energy are farmed
side-by-side.</p>
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<p>Incidentally, this is <em>precisely</em> the spot where I first catch a
slight glimpse of Radian beyond the clouds today. I wonder if that means
that raintime is over now?</p>
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<p></p>
<p>The next places I pass through on my way are Diepoltshofen ("Dual Poles
Farmyarding")...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>...followed by Rachelsbach ("Revenge's Brook"), which is also very into
solar power.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Now there I run into a little bit of a problem: Originally I was planning
to head a bit east here, but it turns out that the road I thought I could
take is for cars exclusively, and for reasons which I fail to comprehend
there's not a single foot- and/or cycling path to be found nearby.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>So instead, I have to re-evaluate and pick another route, the direct
consequence of which is me passing by the Maria Reinigung ("Mary
Cleansing") church, which is elegantly reflected in the pond before it.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>Next, I come across an old acquaintance: The Paar, which I already
crossed repeatedly during the Boar Petal and the Rooster Petal (see <a href="http://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2020/08/interlude-project-petal-part-4-lechtal.html">Interlude
~ Project Petal Part 4 ~ Lechtal Liveliness</a>). And I should, in fact,
cross it a few more times during today's ride, owing to both the Paar's
and my own routes meandering nature.</p>
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<p>After the first crossing, I pass the hamlet of Mergertsmühle ("More
Ferments Mill")...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>...where apparently a local farmer is of the opinion, that despite all
the rain his fields are <em>still</em> not getting enough water.</p>
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<p>Next, I pass through Wangen ("Cheeks") and Markt Hohenwart ("Market High
Wait")...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>...and then, on account of me very much wanting to avoid having to climb
the rather intimidating Klosterberg ("Cloister Mountain"), I pass across
the Paar a second time, this time on a bridge adorned with a bunch of
lovely flower boxes.</p>
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<p>Turns out the zig-zag course was well worth it, for it is as a direct
consequence of this that I arrive at the quaint little town gate of Markt
Hohenwart, barely wide enough for a cart to pass through... or a car for
that manner. In fact, I am not entirely sure that most modern SUVs would
fit through.</p>
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<p>After that, I pass over the Paar for the third and final time for today -
this time highly official...</p>
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<p>...and then I cross over into the Landkreis Neuburg-Schrobenhausen ("New
Castle - Cranky Housing County").</p>
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<p>There, I befittingly have my last ascent for the day towards the town of
Hohenried ("High Reed"), which apparently won the nation-wide 1987
"Beautify our village"-contest by opting to slay all their dragons with
axes. I suppose that would take care of the scorch marks, cattle corpses
and giant dung piles.</p>
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<p>That was the last hurrah. After that, it's downhill all the way into the
Donauebene ("Danube Valley"), and while I can't see the river itself from
my vantage points on account of trees being in the way, I <em>can</em>,
in fact, see all the way to the other side of the valley and just make out
about a dozen windmills on the distant opposing ridge.</p>
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<p>Next, I pass another few places with interesting names, such as
Hönighausen ("Höney Housing"), Pobenhausen ("Reheasal Housing"), Probfeld
("Rehearse Field") and Lichtenheim ("Lighten Home"). Incidentally, it is
along the route passing these four places that rain sets in again, so I
end up skipping a few more Geocaches.</p>
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<p>Fortunately, by now my goal is not far off anymore. Incidentally, just
like Munich, Ingolstadt has its own county, and as I enter it, the rain
lets up again.</p>
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<p>Incidentally, Ingolstadt turns out to be the partner city of a very
impressive array of other cities. And yet, I still haven't been to any one
of them.</p>
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<p>Anyway, since I've already come a long way from Munich, I have naturally
booked my stay place in one of the southernmost districts of Ingolstadt,
namely Knoglersfreude ("Dunkler's Joy"), which I am presently entering.</p>
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<p> </p>
<p>There, I quickly find the Airbnb that I booked in a row house...</p>
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<p>...and settle into the room that I booked, already noting positively that
the bed is a nice shade of orange, and the wall is painted in the
complementary color of turquoise, which just so happens to be my
second-favorite color.</p>
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<p>The first thing I do there is hang up my clothes to dry. <em>Interestingly</em>
said clothes don't happen to be the ones that I'm wearing - those have
mostly dried during the ride - but the extra clothes that I brought for
the days to come and which I stored in my backpack. Regrettably, it turns
out that my backpack is not sustained-level-4-rain-proof, but then again,
I know of few materials outright of sheer plastic that fulfill that
requirement.</p>
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<p>Now: Awards! The "Dead Weight of the Day"-award goes to this lovely
limited-edition Chronicles of Ceal bottle, filled to the brim with fresh,
cool water, which for some strange reason I did not end up touching once
during the entire ride.</p>
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<p>And the "Surprise Hazard"-award goes to Radian, which <em>somehow</em>
managed to give me a sunburn despite the fact that it was either rainy or
cloudy literally all day. As such, I did not even <em>consider</em>
putting on any sunscreen at any point of the ride. And now the moral of
the story: Forget sunscreen while it's raining and you'll be sorry!</p>
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<p>That's it for my ride to Ingolstadt. Next, let me tell you a bit about...<br>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Place</span></h3>
<p>As mentioned before, the place I'm staying in is one in a row of houses.</p>
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<p>However, it is also much more than a simple Airbnb: It's a professional
scrapbooking venue with the melodious name of Scrapmemories. There's
ribbons, stencil punchers, markers and more different types of paper than
you can shake a stick at! Since I like to do a bit of papercraft myself,
my heart leaps in delight at all the material.</p>
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<p>In addition to all there material, there's also quite a bunch of very
professional-looking sample pieces lying around, including styled-up
photographs, albums and small cardboard boxes.</p>
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<p>Moving on to the rest of the house: The bathroom here is pretty modern,
featuring most noteworthily a smart toilet with fancy swirl flush
technology and a digital flush panel that often intelligently recognizes
when you get up and flushes automatically.</p>
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<p>Also, it has a neat kitchen which is perfect for preparing my meals...</p>
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<p>...as well as some lovely feline company to boot.</p>
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<p>Now, the room I'm staying in has its own flair too. It was obviously just
vacated by my host's daughter, and still features quite a few interesting
relics, such as Hermione Granger's wand, a rather recent certificate from
the Informatikbiber ("Computer Science Beavers"), as well as the same
model of triangular alarm clock that I also have at home myself.</p>
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<p>Finally, the room also features a proper laptop-friendly workspace, which
is a great boon for tracking my route and logging geocaches.</p>
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<p>So much for the place. Let us now move on to do a bit of...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Somewhat Sunny Shopping</span></h3>
<i><b>24-May-2022</b></i><br>
<i><b>Distance:</b> 6.0km</i><br>
<i><b>Ascents:</b> 5m</i><br>
<i><b>Duration:</b> 1.0h</i><br>
<p>As usual, cooking for myself naturally means that I have to secure my own
supplies, so after checking in, I quickly get on my bike again and embark
on a route that should take me pas; not one, but a total of two different
supermarkets for reasons that are yet to become apparent.</p>
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<p>The closest supermarket is located in the next district over, which goes
by the name of Hundszell ("Dog's Cell").</p>
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<p>That one is a penny, and while I <em>do</em> manage to get most of the
stuff I want here, the selection in the bakery is somewhat unsatisfying.</p>
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<p>So, I decide to head yet one district further to the next supermarket in
line, which has me cross over a small field and causes me to end up in
Haunwöhr ("Hit a Weir").</p>
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<p>There, I am in luck, as the Backstube Wünsche ("Bakery Wishes") that is
integrated within the supermarket building befittingly manages to fulfill
all my wishes.</p>
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<p>By the way, the weather by now has cleared up considerably, and I can
actually see some specks of clear sky between the clouds now, though
Radian is still in hiding.</p>
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<p>Not wanting to return by the exact same route, I improvise a return route
that first takes me through a well-paved park...</p>
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<p>...then a not-so-well-paved park...</p>
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<p>...and finally through a spectacularly unpaved park.</p>
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<p>After that last short stretch, I emerge out onto a field path beneath a
sky that is almost, but not <em>quite</em> sunny just yet.</p>
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<p>Next, I pass a house where someone has parked his TIE-Fighter on top of
the garbage containers...</p>
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<p>...and it is only then that Radian finally breaks through the clouds and
shows the full brilliance of its face.</p>
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<p>Following that, there's some more field path...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>...and after that I'm already back at the Airbnb, where I soon prepare
myself a healthy heap of Naleiayafero for dinner.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>With that, today comes to an end. However, this ride is far from over,
for next I have to prepare for...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">An Afternoon in Ingolstadt</span></h3>
<p> <i><b>25-May-2022</b></i></p>
<p>Now, today should be a slightly unusual stopover day. For starters, the
weather forecast is rainy before noon, and the facts do match the
forecast.</p>
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<p>Also, with yesterday's two rides combine already amounting to 92km, I am
actually quite exhausted. As mentioned before, I naturally anticipated
this and have thus planned only a relatively short tour that should easily
fit within the afternoon. Thus, this turns out to be a lazy morning,
starting with a bit of breakfast in the shape of a Schinken-Käsestange
("Ham-Cheese Roll") and a Nussschnecke ("Nut Snail") with a bit of tea.</p>
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<p>Oh, and speaking of tea, my host really does offer a quite fantastic
selection, including this one that I find quite fitting and thematic.</p>
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<p>Seeing me enjoy aforementioned baked goods, my host also asks me if I'd
like to have some leftover baked goods that have just been taking up space
in her freezer ever since some tea party. The goods in question turn out
to be a pair of Beeren-Süßfladen ("Berry Sweet Flats"), and while I'm not
<em>entirely</em> sure whether I'll like those, I sure enough am happy
enough to take her up on that offer- With that, half my provisions for
tomorrow are already secured.</p>
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<p>I spend the remaining time until lunch learning Japanese and then
finishing updating my maps, before cooking myself up some tasty
Linseneintopf ("Lentil Stew") for lunch.</p>
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<p>Of course, there's a strategy behind that, because it is no sooner that I
have finished eating my stew like a good boy that Radian starts shining
outside.</p>
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<p>With that, I am now ready and rearing to go on today's admittedly
somewhat short ride, naturally not without applying copious amounts of
sunscreen first.</p>
<i><b>Distance:</b> 25.0km</i><br>
<i><b>Ascents:</b> 40m</i><br>
<i><b>Duration:</b> 4h</i><br>
<b>8/12<span style="color: green;">🎁︎</span></b>
<p></p>
<p>The first goal of said ride is the river Donau, which I should
subsequently also cross. After that, I make for the old town of
Ingolstadt, circle it via the city wall park, and then head south across
the Donau once again. From there, I take the scenic route through some of
the more remote districts of Ingolstadt, gathering up some Geocaches along
the way, and eventually loop back west to my stay place.</p>
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<p>First, I have to get out of Knoglersfreude though, which I do by means of
what should unexpectedly end up becoming my favorite back alley,</p>
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<p>Afterwards, I soon find myself on an open stretch of land, headed
straight for the Donau.</p>
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<p>However, it turns out that I can't <em>quite</em> get there yet, for
inside the treeline, there's a parallel channel impeding on my advance.
Instead, I have to turn right and follow the parallel channel through the
trees for some while, hoping for a chance to get close to the mighty
river.</p>
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<p>Fortunately, I don't have to wait long for that chance, because soon
enough the forest clears up, and the channel flows into the Donau, which I
subsequently get to approach. The mightiest river in Bavaria, and one of
the biggest and longest in all of Europe, it is a majestic sight to
behold, especially here where it is extra-wide on account of a weir
forming a reservoir.</p>
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<p>From there, I follow the run of the Donau until I reach aforementioned
weir, which also houses a hydroelectric power plant.</p>
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<p>Using that weir, I cross over the Donau, which at this point is about
500m wide above the weir, and 150m wide below.</p>
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<p>On the other side, I follow a path on top of a damway straight towards
the old town.</p>
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<p>Now, you might recall that most old European cities used to have city
walls, and when those were eventually torn down, some cities replaced them
with nice parks. Ingolstadt was one such city, and the park in place of
the old fortifications actually has the feel of a small forest.</p>
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<p>Though some of those fortifications till remain, such as this combination
of moat and fortifications.</p>
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<p>Moving on, I cross a road where they apparently felt generous with
bicyclist's signals.</p>
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<p>Following that, I pass by the local headquarters of the red cross... and
the red halfmoon, and the red diamond. Here's a thought though: Why not
make it something culture-independent like the red bandage or something?</p>
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<p>A little further along the way I pass the most confusing arrangement of
bicycle signs ever, all of them temporary. Their meaning is, left to
right: "Bicycling forbidden", "exclusive bicycling path in both
directions" and "shared bicycling and footpath in both directions". Your
guess is as good as mine as to what this is supposed to signify.</p>
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<p>Back in the park again, I pass by a massive climbing monument erected by
the DAV ("Deutscher Alpensport Verein" = "German Alps Sport Club"),
possibly to compensate for the fact that the alps are a good ways further
off from here.</p>
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<p>I also find a quite expertly disguised Geocache here.</p>
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<p>Leaving the park behind, I make my way through a bit of the city proper
of Ingolstadt...</p>
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<p>...and then cross back over the Donau by means of the literally last
bike-passable bridge in several dozen kilometers.</p>
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<p>Following that, things start getting a little bit more adventurous.
First, I make my way through a reasonably navigable park way...</p>
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<p>...followed by a pretty tight field path...</p>
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<p>...which then seamlessly turns into a bumpy narrow forest path...</p>
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<p>...and finally turns into a contender for Field Path of the Day.</p>
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<p>After this little adventure, I am quite glad when I finally emerge onto
the streets of Kothau ("Dung Hit").</p>
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<p>There, I seize the moment as I happen to pass by the Backhaus Hackner
("Baking House Hacker") to cover my remaining supply of baked good for tomorrow.</p>
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<p>Next, I pass through the famous Graffiti Underpass. Now, you may have
seen graffiti in underpasses before, but this one is special. For, you
see, this one is officially sanctioned graffiti. Once every few years, the
underpass is completely re-painted to be a blank canvas, and than on a
day-long event graffiti artists from all over the map can come here and
show off their skill.</p>
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<p>Moving on from there, I pass through the district of Unterbrunnenreuth
("Lower Well Regret")...</p>
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<p>...where I find a garden corner with an acute angle of ducks.</p>
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<p>Subsequently, I next enter the district of Seehof ("Lake Court")...</p>
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<p>...and bravely leave the paved roads behind to enter a
Landschaftsschutzgebiet ("Landscape Protection Area"). And yes, just
because I'm on a bike that doesn't mean that I'm gonna let some stupid
stairs stop me.</p>
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<p>You may have noticed how I merely declared the earlier grassy path to be
a <em>candidate</em> for Field Path of the Day. Well, that is because the
clear winner of the Field Path of the Day is definitely this one, with
grass growing well past the handlebars of my trusty bike Jycily on both
sides.</p>
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<p>Fortunately, that is only a temporary stretch. My actual goal for the
time being is the Zucheringer Wald ("Zearching Ring Forest").</p>
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<p>There, after about 6 years of Geocaching, I finally manage to find my
1000th cache. That's an average of roughly one cache every two or three
days. Befittingly, it's a fox-themed cache.</p>
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<p>After that, I take the bridge to Oberbrunnenreuth ("Upper Well Regret")
out of the forest...</p>
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<p>...and then pass by the Bauerngeräte Museum ("Farmers' Tools Museum"),
where you can marvel at farmers' tools through the ages.</p>
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<p>By now I'm already quite close to my stay place again, but somehow I end
up taking a wrong turn and thus unintentionally end up approaching it from
behind by means of my favorite back alley.</p>
<p>And now for a surprise: This still wasn't all for today. For you see, a
good time ago I've met a nice dragon named Razurac back at a Furmeet in
Munich, and it just so happens that he's actually from Ingolstadt, so I've
been trying to arrange my ride in such a way that I could meet up with him
while I'm here.</p>
<p>Said and done, we agree to meet in a nearby park, and since I figured
I've done enough cycling for today, I decide to walk there for a change.</p>
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<p><i><b>Distance:</b> 5.5km</i><br>
<i><b>Ascents:</b> 5m</i><br>
<i><b>Duration:</b> 2.25h<br>
</i></p>
<p>This should be similar in shape and distance to yesterday's shopping
ride, and I did, in fact, already ride through the very park that we
decided to meet up in. In fact, there's not many options to vary the
direct, diagonal path to the northeast to get there, but I try my best to
keep it from overlapping too much with yesterday's shopping return ride.</p>
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<p>As such, I wave my way through the back roads of Hundszell...</p>
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<p>...and then once again cross the field between Hundszell and Haunwöhr.</p>
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<p>After that, I reach the Spielpark Fort Peyerl ("Play Park Fort Peyerl"),
where I meet up with Razurac, find a quiet park bench up a hill, and get
in some much-deserved cuddle time that makes up for me getting both
drenched and sunburned yesterday.</p>
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<p>We stay snuggled up for roughly an hour before Razurac has to move on to
get his shopping done, and so we say our goodbyes, and I set out to head
back to my stay place by yet another route, first heading just a little
bit further east through some houses...</p>
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<p>...and then south through some typical German Schebergärten...</p>
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<p>...as well as the logical continuation of the field between Hundszell and
Haunwöhr.</p>
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<p>On the other side, I come across what at first seems to be a grave, but
actually turns out to be a memorial marker celebrating the 800 year
anniversary of the founding of Hundszell.</p>
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<p>From there, I have little other options than to follow the general route
of my earlier bike ride back, but still I can some slight variations, one
of which ends up with me passing by this chilled-out caravan. The phrase
on the back reads:<br>
</p>
<div style="text-align: center;">My caravan doesn't accelerate<br>
It slowly gets faster</div>
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<p>Finally, I pass by an arrangement of multinational waste baskets, which
interestingly are labeled in German, Turkish and Ukrainian (I suppose).</p>
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<p>And as expected, I should once again take a turn too early and end up
having to return to the stay place by means of my favorite back alley.</p>
<p>So much for today. As I wrap up the day with the leftovers of yesterday's
Naleiayafero...</p>
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<p> ...let's take a short moment to talk about...<br>
</p>
<p><br>
</p>
<a href="#top" name="retrospective"><span style="font-size: 75%;">↑ to top</span></a><br>
<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Retrospective</span></h3>
<p>I had a nice single room with a comfortable bed. Food was generally not
included, but there were some basic cooking supplies that I could use, and
I also got the equivalent of one free breakfast in baked goods. The
atmosphere was familiar, the nights nice and quiet, and I really, really
loved the scrapbooking flair all around. The bathroom was outside of the
room, and free WiFi was available (though it was maybe a bit slow). I had
a proper kitchen to cook in, and the temperature was good too. There were
supermarkets within acceptable distance, as well as a bus stop outside,
and the surrounding area was quite nice. The price was a little bit too
high for my taste though, but then, that's Germany for you.</p>
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<p>Now, all that's left is the way back home, during which I would end up...</p>
<p><br>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Hailing High from the Holledau</span></h3>
<p> <i><b>26-May-2022</b></i></p>
<p>My next day begins with a cup of tea, a Käsebretze ("Cheese Pretzel"),
and one of aforementioned two Beeren-Süßfladen.</p>
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<p>After that, I pack up my things, leaving behind yet another empty room.
Well, actually, this time around it's actually not all that empty, but you
know what I mean.</p>
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<p>Having gotten up kinda early, I am on the road by the time at which the
sun clears the rooftops, which happens to be around 6:45.</p>
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<p>And then I'm on the road again, on a ride that should almost, but not
quite breach the 100km mark. Naturally, I put on plenty of sunscreen
before I embark, since today is forecast to be an entirely sunny day, and
I already got enough of a sunburn as it is.</p>
<i><b>Distance:</b> 97.0km</i><br>
<i><b>Ascents:</b> 560m</i><br>
<i><b>Duration:</b> 9.75h</i><br>
<b>10/12<span style="color: green;">🎁︎</span></b>
<p>My route first leads me east for a bit until I cross the A9, and then
more or less south. Before long, I enter the Holledau, which I should
cycle through for the next few hours (okay, so technically, I also did
that on the way to Ingolstadt near the western outskirts of the Holledau,
but this time I am going more or less through the core). Near the end, my
heading should then turn towards the southwest to close the petal.</p>
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<p>But one thing after the other. first, I leave Knoglersfreude by means of
one of its many crescent-roads...</p>
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<p>...and then I follow the length of the field separating Hundszell form
Haunwöhr, heading straight into the sunrise.</p>
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<p>Along the way, I pass by the famous invisible protestant cross standing
in the middle of the field...</p>
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<p>...before befittingly entering the district of Unsernherrn ("Our Lord").</p>
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<p>There, I come across a very elaborate marriage tree that has even been
updated to include the couple's children.</p>
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<p>I cross over yesterday's route at the Graffiti Underpass...</p>
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<p>...and afterwards head out into the countryside again, following the run
of the little stream Sandrach ("Sand Maw") for a while.</p>
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<p>When I finally cross over it, that is also when I leave Ingolstadt county
behind and enter the county of Pfaffenhofen an der Ilm again.</p>
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<p>Shortly thereafter, I pass beneath the A9, and subsequently turn south.
From here on out, my route should lead me generally south more or less in
parallel to the A9 for the next 50 or 60km or so.</p>
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<p>The next town I enter is Manching ("Somen")...</p>
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<p>...which is also where I cross the Paar for the last time of this ride.
That one is actually flowing into the Donau approximately 10km to the
northeast of here, which, while relatively close, is still clearly
out-of-bounds for this already long-enough ride.</p>
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<p>Following Manching, I soon enough arrive within the day's - and in fact
this entire tour's - first proper forest segment (what with me actively
having avoided forest paths during the rainy ride to Ingolstadt). And
while on the first day, the forests were active hazards to my progress,
today they are priceless sanctuaries providing a range of distinct
advantages:</p>
<ol>
<li>They're shady, thus reducing the risk of my sunburn worsening.</li>
<li>They're cool, and today is already getting kinda hot.</li>
<li>It's allergy season for me, and the pollen is always worst on sunny
days following rainfall <em>just like today</em>, and since I'm
allergic to grasses and rye, forests are always precious places that
allow me to breathe freely.</li>
</ol>
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<p>Knowing as much from experience, I did my best to plan today's tour to
include as many forest segments as possible, but naturally, I also need to
cross fields from time to time. So when I do, I always try to get across
the poisonous pollen fields as quickly as possible, and take my breaks
during the forest segments. Incidentally, today my drinking bottle should
see quite a lot of use.</p>
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<p>Next, I pass by the Fuchsbauweiher ("Fox Den Pond")...</p>
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<p>...followed by the very thematic Gaststätte-Pension zum Fuchsbau ("Inn at
the Fox Den"). It's a shame it's only 8:10 now, or otherwise I might feel
tempted to stop here for lunch and keep my baked goods for another day.</p>
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<p>Incidentally, this entire area around here - which is also known as
Feilenmoos ("File Moss") seems to have a thing with foxes. I might like it
here.</p>
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<p>Case in point, next I pass on a thin strip of land between the
Fuchsbausee Ost ("Fox Den Lake East") and the Fuchsbausee West ("Fox Den
Lake West").</p>
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<p>That causeway of sorts goes on for a bit, passing between various lakes
that are probably artificial quarry lakes, and even afterwards, the road
proceeds between lovely rows of trees on either side...</p>
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<p>...and eventually, I turn off the main road and set out on a proper
forest road. Incidentally, this is also where I leave the Donauebene, and
that means the ups and downs are about to start again.</p>
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<p>It also means that I have entered the Holledau ("Forest-Hidden Meadow"),
which at 178km² is the world's largest contiguous hop-planting area, and
the source of roughly 25% of the global production of hops. As such, the
striking hops-racks are pretty much ubiquitous throughout the place.</p>
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<p>The first villages I enter here is Hög ("Hump"), which is also the
location of a local ghost story: Apparently, up until the 1930s, the
Bahnmanderln ("Train Manikin") - a shadowy figure - used to occasionally
accompany lone people walking along the railroad embankment at night,
silent as a ghost and without saying a word, between Hög and the nearby
village of Dörfl ("Village-let").</p>
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<p>after passing through Hög, I set out into the forest again. This time
around, the ride is not <em>quite</em> as pleasant, since the ground is
quite muddy.</p>
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<p>It doesn't get better when the path shifts to follow the forest's edge.
Indeed, this might just be the worst of both worlds: Slippery and partly
muddy ground ironically out there in the sun, and pollen!</p>
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<p>Fortunately, that ordeal is only of limited duration, and soon enough I
get to ride on a proper forest road again...</p>
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<p>...which would qualify as an overall improvement, if not for the fact
that the way actually turns out to be quite steep!</p>
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<p>Fortunately, every hill has a top, and I eventually reach the climax of
this one too.</p>
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<p>One of the advantages of cycling up a hill is that sometimes you get a
really nice view, like this one...</p>
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<p>...and another is that the ride down is much, much more pleasant an
relaxing than the way up. In this case, I can just let my bike roll for
roughly 400m on a slope taking me down about 45m.</p>
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<p>It is also here that I see the first lone windmill of today of in the
distance. I hope with the looming energy crisis that it will soon get
ample company.</p>
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<p>The next town that I enter is Rohrbach ("Pipe Stream"), where I end up in
front of the palace (which admittedly has seen better times).</p>
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<p>On my way through Rohrbach, I pass over the little river Ilm, which is
the very same that the eponymous Pfaffenhofen an der Ilm of the county is
located on (though that is still roughly 10km upstream from here).</p>
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<p>Leaving Rohrbach behind, I come across quite an assortment of hops fields
as I cross over another ridge of hills...</p>
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<p>...and once on the other side, I find myself entering the town of
Wolnzach ("Want a Stingy").</p>
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<p>This town is named after the river of the same name, which I am about to
cross by means of a rustic bridge. Come to think of it, I could probably
gotten there faster by cycling down stream near the Ilm to the place where
the Wolnzach joins it, which would have only been a little bit of a
detour, but would have saved my climbing that ridge. As a general rule of
thumb, each meter of altitude is about worth 10 meters of level ground.</p>
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<p>There's also a very nice piece of glass shard artwork in front of the
local firefighters' station, which I am simply going to guess is made from
smashed beer bottles (what with Wolnzach also housing the German Hops
Museum and all).</p>
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<p>From here on out, I should for some time follow what appears to be a
local biking highway, for I would encounter a lot of other bicyclists
along the way (many of them zooming past me effortlessly on e-bikes).</p>
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<p>Along the way, I spot a windmill that may or may not be the same as
before... or is it actually a toy windmill that's very close?</p>
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<p>Moving on, I pass by Rinnermaierhof ("Gully Dairy Farmyard")...</p>
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<p>...as well as the very tautological Haushausen ("House Housing"). By the
way, is it just me, or are all those signs kinda skewed?</p>
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<p>I get off the cyclist's highway at Geroldshausen ("Rolled Housing")...</p>
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<p>...where I pass by a Bixnmacherei ("Can Makery"). This is closely related
to a Lumpenmacherei ("Rag Makery"), where a Lumpenmacherei is used to
denote houses where a boy was born, whereas the term Bixnmacherei is used
for homes with female offspring.</p>
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<p>It is also here that a Porsche rally passes me by. Personally, I could
never see much point in something like that. Not only does it harm the
environment, but it is also expensive and nowhere near as healthy and
interesting as traversing the landscape by bike.</p>
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<p>I mean, seriously, there may occasionally be challenges, such as rain,
sunburn and ups and downs, but right here, right now? I couldn't be
happier. The landscape is wonderful, the weather is clear, the ground is
only very gently sloping upwards so the going is good, and I have
absolutely no pressure whatsoever, nor do I have to worry about gas or
harming the environment with what I'm doing. What more could I ask for?</p>
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<p>Anyway, moving on. The next places I pass are Geisenhausen ("Nanny Goat
Housing")...</p>
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<p>...followed by Preinerszell ("Purer Cell"), where we are proud to present
you some more Alpacas. Those are actually quite uncommon animals for
Germany, which is the reason why unlike cows, sheep, pigs and chickens -
which you see all over the place - I like to point them out wherever I
spot them. It's kind of like a little treasure hunt in its own right.</p>
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<p>By now, the cycling path near the road has ended. Not that it really
matters, because I pretty much got the whole road all to myself.</p>
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<p>Next, I pass through the hamlet of Bettermacher ("Bedder Maker")...</p>
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<p>...and then the village of Schmiedhausen ("Smith Housing"), where I am
already starting to feel the first harbingers of the ordeal hat is yet to
come.</p>
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<p>For you see, I unwittingly routed my trip straight across the most brutal
ascent in the entire area. Up until now, the gradient was acceptable, but
ever since Schmiedhausen it has gradually been increasing, until it
reaches a brutal 10% that just goes on and on for about a kilometer or so.</p>
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<p>Add to that the fact that my legs are already somewhat worn out from all
the cycling in the last few days, and it should not come as a surprise
that I have to take a break halfway up, which I should use to re-apply
sunscreen to my already burned hands. I figure since I've been outside of
the cover of the forest for quite a while now, it's about time too.</p>
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<p>Be it because all my cycling training has paid off, or through sheer fore
of will, I eventually reach the town border of Schweitenkirchen ("Rample
Churching") without having to get off to push...</p>
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<p>...and not long thereafter I finally reach the climax of this gruesome
ascent.</p>
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<p>After that, it's relaxation time. With this being the highest point of
today' ride at 530m above sea level, the only way to go from here is down
for quite a while. As such, I reach the village of Güntersdorf ("Battle
Host's Village") without too much of an effort.</p>
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<p>The next place I pass is Aufham ("Open Have")...</p>
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<p>...and not long after that, I enter the Landkreis Freising ("Free Sing
County"), which is the last one before Munich.</p>
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<p>By now, I have almost traversed the entirety of the Holledau in a
north-south direction (it is at its widest in southwest-northeast
direction, where I would have had to cover approximately three times as
much ground to cross it), and with Nörting ("Northen"), I pass through the
last village of this ride that is still contained within its borders.</p>
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<p>There, I spy in the far distance the Biomasseheizkraftwerk Zolling
("Biomass Heat and Power Station Tolling"), towering above the landscape
like a mighty castle the great chimney of which even exceeds the height of
the nearby power poles. It doesn't currently appear to be currently
operating, however.</p>
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<p>For the moment, I get to enjoy the last moments of relaxation before the
next ordeal begins, as I cycle through the valley of the Amper towards
said river, and whereas I am used to the Amper being the border between
the Munich gravel plain and the hills beyond, I can already see from my
current position that this doesn't seem to apply here, and that another
ascent will await me on the other side. Also, by now there's quite a few
clouds in the sky occasionally providing blissful shade.</p>
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<p>I cross over the Amper on a remarkably wide bridge, considering that I'm
coming from a field path in the middle of nowhere.</p>
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<p>On the other side, I enter the village of Tünzhausen ("Dance Housing"),
which not only features a remarkably dirty village name sign, but also has
the "left yields to right" rule enforced in the entire municipality, as
opposed to the rest of Germany, which follows the "left yields to right"
rule.</p>
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<p>Much as feared, I face another challenging ascent on this side of the
Amper. In fact, the slope is so steep that if you build your house with
one side on the ground floor, that same story will be the first floor on
the other side of the house.</p>
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<p>Roughly halfway up I find a very welcome sight: A sunproof shelter that
allows me to not only sit down and recover, but also happens to be right
in time for lunch. As such, I happily make myself comfortable in there and
eat the remaining Beeren-Süßfladen, as well as a Chocolate Croissant and a
Müsli Bar. Incidentally, my ultimate judgement on the Beeren-Süßfladen is
that for my taste they are at that very interesting crossover point where
I'm happy to eat them if they're offered freely, but wouldn't buy them for
myself.</p>
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<p>After that refreshing break, I master the remainder of the climb with new
energy, and soon find myself in the very beautiful highlands of this area,
cycling across a wonderful field path. The only problem that I have at
this point are the pollen, which clog up my nose and make my eyes itch.</p>
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<p>But let's be honest, even with that little drawback, it's still wonderful
to be here. After all, what can possibly surpass the serene beauty like
that of a lone tree standing at the crest of a low hill with a field path
running beneath it?</p>
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<p>Up here, I am so bold as to make my way through the middle of Kühnhausen
("Bold Housing")...</p>
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<p>...and then go right across a field by means of a path that is barely
discernible as such.</p>
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<p>It is also here that I come across what appears to be either an
experimental or a display field, with many different crops growing in
small patches, each barely 2 dozen square meters in size.</p>
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<p>I next enter the village of Sünzhausen ("Sin's Housing")...</p>
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<p>...which paradoxically has a really interesting church made not only from
unplastered red bricks, but also has an unusual roof with four
diamond-shaped sides.</p>
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<p>However, getting out of Sünzhausen proves to be a bit of a challenge,
since the way out features another steep incline, and I'm afraid that by
now my legs are <em>really</em> starting to get tired of all that.</p>
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<p>Following that, I make my way through another Series of -hausen places,
namely Haxthausen ("Legs Housing"), Giggenhausen ("Looking Housing"), and
finally Massenhausen ("Mass Housing"), which I already visited on an
earlier tour, meaning that from here on out, I am now within my territory
again.</p>
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<p>It is only here that my route finally takes me into a forest again...</p>
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<p>...and it is on the far side of that forest that we have today's winner
of "Field Path of the Day", as I run into an incline full of wet, muddy
grass that is so slippery, that I am actually physically incapable of
proceeding on my bike, and have to get off and push until I clear the
worst part of that slippery slope.</p>
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<p>However, that last climb sure was worth it, as it was not only the very
final ascent of today's ride, but also puts me on the top of a ridge to
the north of Munich, from where I get a great panorama view on the city,
its two windmills, the Allianz Arena ("Alliance Arena"), the distinctively
rounded BMW towers, the Olympiaturm, as well as the O² building. And on
top of all that, the faint outlines of the alps can be seen on the distant
horizon.</p>
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<p>It is at this vista that I get to find yet another skillfully disguised
geocache hanging from a tree...</p>
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<p>...and after that, it's down with me on the final descent into the Munich
gravel plain.</p>
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<p>I am, however, not quite in Munich yet. First, I have to cross the
village of Fürholzen ("For Wooding")...</p>
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<p>...where I come across the final age pole for the ride.</p>
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<p>Following that, I officially enter the Munich gravel plain, with it's
vast open expanses of fields, and no discernible inclines whatsoever.</p>
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<p>Before long, I come across an oddity: A re-constructed ancient Roman mile
stone from an ancient Roman road once running along here, connecting the
nearby Neufahrn ("New Driving", then: "Novivaro") with the somewhat more
distant Augsburg ("Eye's Castle", then: "Augusta Vindelicum").</p>
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<p>Eventually, I reach Eching ("Cornern"), which is a place that I have
passed quite a few times before, only not on bike, but by S-Bahn. For you
see, this is a station of the S1 heading for the airport, and thus
whenever I was headed to or from the airport by S-Bahn,this was one of the
stations that I passed by.</p>
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<p>What follows is a looooooooooong straight road leading me towards the
Schloss Schleißheim ("Attrition Home Palace")...</p>
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<p>...and it is only along that road that I finally enter the county of
Munich.</p>
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<p>As I gradually get closer to the city, the amount of other people on the
roads gradually increases...</p>
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<p>...and before I know it, I have already reached the northernmost
outskirts of the city. I am now at the Dülferstraße ("Duffel Road"), which
I still remember from my childhood as being the old terminus of the U2
before they extended it all the way to Feldmoching ("Field Maken").</p>
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<p>However, since I'm still at the outskirts of the city here, there's still
quite a few roads that lead me across fields...</p>
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<p>...as well as roads leading through more town-like parts of the city,
such as the Fasanerie ("Pheasantry").</p>
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<p>The last obstacle on my way home is the Rangierbahnhof ("Switchyard"),
where I used to spend hours with my grandfather watching the trains from
the bridge...</p>
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<p>...and after that, there's only the very familiar field path separating
Moosach from Untermenzing between me and my home.</p>
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<p>With that, this long ride is coming to an en. Now, depending on whether
or not you count the stray for meeting with Razurac, this may even be a
new 3-day record for me at 219.5km. Regardless of that, I am now beat.
Satisfied but beat. With that, let us now look out towards...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Road Ahead</span></h3>
<p>Naturally, I already have the next adventure planned. This one should
take me to a place that I've been to before, yet haven't visited for a
long time now, and my means of approach should be drastically different
too. Want to know what it is? Then stay tuned for the next chapter of the
Travelling Fox Blog!</p>
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<p><a name="top"> </a><i><b>26-Apr-2022 - 29-Apr-2022 (and then some)<br>
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<p><b>Table of Contents</b></p>
<ul>
<li><a href="#the_jobs_thus_far">The Jobs thus far</a></li>
<li><a href="#beautiful_bvk">Beautiful BVK</a></li>
<li><a href="#departure_for_duesseldorf">Departure for Düsseldorf</a></li>
<li><a href="#date_with_delphi">A Date with Delphi</a></li>
<li><a href="#place">The Place</a></li>
<li><a href="#reaching_river_rhine">Reaching River Rhine</a></li>
<li><a href="#food">The Food</a></li>
<li><a href="#trin_lake_lap">The Trin Lake Lap</a></li>
<li><a href="#retrospective">The Retrospective</a></li>
<li><a href="#mainline_to_munich">Mainline to Munich</a></li>
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<p>This is an unusual time. For one, we have the Green Shnolz still ongoing,
then there's war and famine too. That's three out of four already. Let's
hope the last one takes some time to arrive yet.</p>
<p>And in the middle of all this, there's a little fox searching for a place
in that world. Searching and questing, sometimes failing, and sometimes
failing hard. Some fails are different than others, but all of them come
with learnings. One of those learnings is nicely illustrated by one of my
favorite comics.</p>
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<p>Taking this learning to heart, I did the only logical thing when I
realized that this last place that the winds had blown me to was not for
me after all, so I spread my wings and took a flight again.</p>
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<p>I think with all the recent job changes, I might start to qualify as a
hopper. Does that make me a bunny-fox, I wonder? But anyway, since I don't
think most of you know my job background, let me give you a short rundown
of...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;"><a id="the_jobs_thus_far">The Jobs thus far</a><br>
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<p>Over the course of my life, I've had a number of employments, starting
with student part-time work and internships, and eventually turning into
solid employment. To keep it simple, I'll skip all the "minor" job and
only focus on those that kept me busy for an extended period of time,
and/or were a major source of income. So here goes.</p>
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<p><span style="color: orange;"><strong>HandyGames</strong></span></p>
<p><i><b>1-Sep-2011 - 29-Feb-2012</b></i></p>
<p>Though technically still an internship during my practical semester at
university, I count this as my first proper job, simply because it felt
like one. I was really part of the company, involved in low-level decision
making processes, and even managed to come up with the concept for and
program the prototype of a mobile game which they would eventually
publish: <a href="https://apkpure.com/rocket-island/com.hg.rocketislandfree">Rocket
Island</a>.<br>
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<p>Being an internship, the pay was pretty much rock-bottom, but the
work-life balance was okay, with no overtime and a solid 26 vacation days
a year. The job itself was fun since I got to pursue and develop my own
ideas, the stress-level was okay, and the atmosphere was really nice. This
was also my first experience with SCRUM, and it is here that I learned to
love it. And on top of it all, I also got a nice iPad2 as a gift that I
still own to this day. This should end up being my best job experience for
several years to come, and the only reason why I didn't go there after
graduating was that all my friends and most of my family are located in
Munich, and the company was situated near Würzburg ("Spice Castle"), which
is quite some distance away.</p>
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<p><span style="color: orange;"><strong>MegaZebra</strong></span> </p>
<p><i><b>1-Jul-2012 - 19-Feb-2016</b></i></p>
<p>The next job was trip to the purgatory of <a href="https://ceal.fandom.com/wiki/Lerra">Lerra</a>
in the Handbasket Express.</p>
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<p>Okay, so out of the six people who graduated with me, I was one of the
two who actually got a job in Game Design right away - or ever, for that
matter - but sometimes I wish I hadn't. Working at the Facebook games
company of MegaZebra dashed a lot of my hopes, dreams and ambitions
against the rocks, and ultimately ended up with me in a psychiatric
institution and a number of self-inflicted scars that I bear until today.
I definitely should have left that place earlier.</p>
<p>The reasons why I didn't were two: First off was the
frog-in-boiling-water effect: At first, it wasn't so bad, but then it just
gradually kept getting worse and worse, up to the point where several nice
POs and even co-founders of the company left. The second was that getting
a job in Game Design is <em><strong>fraking hard</strong></em>. During my
last two years at MegaZebra, I ended up writing several dozen
applications, and the most that happened was that I was exploited in
"tests" to create free game design concepts for companies. I also tried
looking into ways to make the Chronicles of Ceal into a game back there
and then, but not a chance...</p>
<p>But now let's quantify all that. The pay there was basically okay, and
the work-life balance was okay too, with no overtime (if you had the guts
to leave early if you stayed late another day). The work, being Game
Design, was nice to, but it had the <em>massive</em> drawback that all I
ever did was to flash-out the management's <a href="https://ceal.fandom.com/wiki/Zevis">Zevi</a>-brained
ideas. Maybe the best example of this was when they decided to launch a
slots game without telling any of us designers in advance, and I kept
telling them that with the budget and manpower they gave us we would not
be able to keep pace with the established giants. Predictably, it failed
after floundering around for a year or so ("and no one knows why"). There
were a few nice events too, like grilling near the Isar or Launch Burgers,
and yet...</p>
<p>(takes a deep breath)</p>
<p><strong><em>And yet...</em></strong></p>
<p>...there was the mobbing. As soon as it became apparent that I was not a
docile yes-sayer or bootlicker, I got mobbed from more and more sides, to
the point where I would lock myself up in the toilet to cry. That mobbing
gradually increased as the nice guys left and were replaced by more
bootlickers who were only aiming to exploit the team while pleasing the
management. Eventually, I broke down, threw a yelling fit, and was
subsequently exiled to home office, my first such experience, and one
during which things got better. Eventually, another nice person, not
unlike myself, joined, and soon thereafter left, and with me being
reinstated from home office, stress and mobbing started building up again,
until the day when I left work on night and walked right to the
psychiatric clinic. I never returned thereafter, except once to pick up my
stuff after they unlawfully tried to fire me (Germany has some fancy
worker's rights laws, but since MegaZebra mostly recruited foreign
workers, there weren't many who were aware and willing to stand up for
their rights), and I ended up reaping a sizable amount of settlement. Was
it worth all the pain? No, certainly not. All in all, this was clearly the
worst place I ever worked in for this long of a time.</p>
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<p><span style="color: orange;"><strong>Work & Travel ~ New Zealand</strong></span>
</p>
<p><i><b>6-Sep-2016 - 14-Aug-2017</b></i></p>
<p> </p>
<p>I already covered this time period extensively in Book I of this blog,
starting with <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2016/09/to-singapore-and-beyond.html">Book
I ~ Chapter 1 ~ To Singapore, and Beyond!</a> and going until <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2017/10/epilogue-memory-of-clouds.html">Book
I ~ Epilogue ~ A Memory of Clouds</a>, so I wont go into it in detail
here. Suffice it to say, that some temporary negative experiences
notwithstanding, I generally had a good time there, and was able to
re-compile after going through Lerra at MegaZebra.</p>
<p><br>
</p>
<p><span style="color: orange;"><strong>Netfira</strong></span> </p>
<i><b>13-Nov-2017 - 31-Dec-2019</b></i>
<p> </p>
<p>After being traumatized at MegaZebra I decided to distance myself from
Game Design, at least as an employee. Fortunately, I had early on started
to develop my skills as a programmer, thus opening lucrative new job
options for me, and whereas finding a job in Game Design is about as hard
as tunneling through the Alps, getting a job in programming is about as
easy as raising a hand.</p>
<p>Originally, this was just to be a temporary job to bridge the time
between my stays in New Zealand and Japan. However, it did turn out to be
quite a bit of karmic repayment, and was the best job I had to date. Not
only did it feature extensive home office, but I was also able to work as
a freelancer for them while in Japan, Brazil and South Africa, thus giving
me an extra degree of flexibility.</p>
<p>The pay was yet again better than at MegaZebra, and the Work-Life balance
was the best ever, with home/remote office and very flexible hours, even
if I didn't get a lot of vacation days. The job itself was programming and
DevOps, which while not as exciting as a good Game Design Job was still
better than the bad Game Design Job at MegaZebra. Pressure-wise, the
company was pretty relaxed, and the atmosphere was nice too. I would have
stayed longer there, but unfortunately, I only had a temporary contract,
and when the company decided they wanted to down-scale, it was just
convenient for them to let all the temporary contracts - including mine -
run out. Oh well.</p>
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<p><span style="color: orange;"><strong>Work & Travel ~ Japan</strong></span>
</p>
<p><i><b>7-Feb-2018 - 6-Feb-2019</b></i></p>
<p>Just like with New Zealand, I already covered this part in <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2018/02/the-travelling-fox-blog-book-2.html">The
Travelling Fox Blog ~ Book II</a>, so I won't go into much detail here.
Compared to my time in New Zealand, I did only a few different jobs here,
owing to the flexibility given to me by my job at NetFira, but that is
still more than in Brazil and South Africa, where despite trying I did not
find any HelpX places that would take me.</p>
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</p>
<p><span style="color: orange;"><strong>Cesonia</strong></span> </p>
<p><i><b>15-Jan-2020 - 30-Sep-2021</b></i></p>
<p>I joined this little start-up company shortly before the Green Shnolz
really got going in Germany. Before that, the CEO was absolutely opposed
to Home Office, but after the Shnolz forced his hand, he began seeing the
benefits. That having been said, this company had the typical start-up
problem of massive overtime, and with the pressure being quite high too, I
eventually observed myself degrading, just like I did back at MegaZebra.
It wasn't anywhere near as bad, but still, having been traumatized once, I
knew I had to look for a job with a better work-life balance. Over the
20-and-a-half months I was at that company, I ended up amassing a total of
44 over-days of which I never got to see anything, and the founders were
working even more overtime. Long story made short, after that time, by
batteries were thoroughly drained.</p>
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<p>Apart from that, the pay was considerably higher than what I earned at
Netfira, though if you account for the fact that this also included lots
of unpaid overtime, it's not actually all that much. The job, still being
programming, was quite nice too, since this is where I first got to really
live the practices of Clean Code, Code Reviews and Test-Driven Design. The
pressure, however, was extreme, and the CEO constantly committed us to
impossible deadlines that forced us into overtime, while at the same time
invoking the impression that no one really had a plan where we were going.
The people there were <em>mostly</em> nice, though the CEO gradually
reminded me more and more of the CEO from MegaZebra as time went on. Oh,
and I also was never given any raises for all my hard work. All in all, I
left the place with mixed feelings. Somehow I got the impression that this
could have been a really nice place too, if only a few key decisions had
been made differently.</p>
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<p><span style="color: orange;"><strong>CADLink/QBuild</strong></span> </p>
<p><i><b>1-Oct-2021 - 15-Dec-2021</b></i></p>
<p>I switched to this one without any downtime, and they already started
strong by inviting me on a most-expenses-paid three-week training to
Canada (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2022/03/book-v-chapter-1-cruising-to-canada.html">Book
V ~ Chapter 1 ~ Cruising to Canada</a> through <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2022/05/book-v-chapter-3-go-go-go-back-to.html">Book
V ~ Chapter 3 ~ Go Go Go back to Germany</a>). The company paid really
good wages, and while the Work-Life balance was only average, I was
offered a part-time position as soon as we got more developers. However...</p>
<p>For the first time ever, the problem here was the job itself, or rather
how people went about programming there. It started right with the first
day of training, when the person assigned to train me was so swamped with
work that they barely had any time for me. And then was the code. If you
think of Clean Code as a well-organized library where everything is in its
own section, aptly named, easy to find, and the books are not too thick
either, then you can picture the code base here as a pile of unorganized
paper with huge lose pages in A0 format flying around all over the place,
some hastily stapled together, stored in an abandoned warehouse that is
subject to frequent tornadoes.</p>
<p>And for those of you who are more into programming and like horror,
here's an (anonymized) sample of what the code looked like.</p>
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<p>Now, while those of you who are familiar are screaming, allow me to give
the others a short rundown of the problems here, starting in line 13,202.</p>
<ol>
<li>The first issue is that line 13,202 even <em>exists</em>, and while
there are many different opinions on how large a class/file should be at
most, the majority agree that a class should not be longer than 100-900
lines.</li>
<li>Next, there's the catch-log-rethrow anti-pattern, which causes the
same error to be logged in a variety of places, and not just where it
occurs.</li>
<li>Also, the Exception is untyped. That makes targeted exception handling
all but impossible.</li>
<li>Then, the actual logic of the function uses untyped objects and
untyped object-arrays, which is pretty much the equivalent of addressing
all real-life objects as "thingie" indiscriminately.</li>
<li>And then, it uses reflection to call certain methods of those objects
via hard-coded function names, which pretty much sabotages all future
refactoring.</li>
<li>Finally, instead of returning concrete objects, it returns an untyped
object array.</li>
</ol>
<p>Now, to make this a bit tangible for non-programmers, imagine your
partner/spouse/roommate gave you these instructions:</p>
<ol>
<li>Go out of this thingie where we are.</li>
<li>Then turn right until you reach a thingie that has "Von-Reuter-Str."
written on it</li>
<li>Then turn right and walk until you reach a thingie that has "Edeka"
written on it and enter it</li>
<li>Going counter-clockwise from the entrance, go to the 25th
thingie, and of that thingie take the thingie standing on the 3rd
thingie from the bottom, second from the right.</li>
<li>Then go to the thingie where you pay and pay.</li>
<li>Then return to the thingie we are in.</li>
<li>Then pour me a cup of that thingie.</li>
</ol>
<p>This is a pretty roundabout way of saying "Go to the supermarket, buy me
some ice tea and pour me a glass.", and some of you might already be able
to envision how this might fail. For one, if the road sign is written
differently or the supermarket changes its name (that happened twice
already while I was living here), then you'd get the equivalent of a null
pointer exception, and if the supermarket re-organizes its shelf, you
might end up bringing back all sorts of interesting things following these
directives, like cheese, tinfoil, or drain cleaner, which would result in
all sorts of interesting and potentially dangerous situations when trying
to pour a glass of them.</p>
<p>Also, unlike most of the other jobs that I had, where there was at least
some team spirit, here the atmosphere was more like "every person for
themselves", and the pressure was kinda high too. The guys from the
marketing and sales departments as well as the CEO were really nice too,
but unfortunately, the programming department was a total debacle. In the
end, this turned out to only be a slight improvement over Cesonia. So,
after I tried and failed to make a difference, I quickly spread my wings
again and went flying off in search of a better place.</p>
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<p>One month later, I already had a new job, and this should not only be the
best job yet, but quite possibly the best job of all my life. I am talking
about the...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;"><a id="beautiful_bvk">Beautiful BVK</a><br>
</span></h3>
<p> </p>
<ul>
</ul>
<p>The BVK, or Bayerische Versorgungskammer ("Bavarian Support Chamber") is
a government agency tasked with paying the pensions of a wide variety of
different professional classes, such as government officials, architects,
physicians, chimney sweepers, independent artists, and many others. Unless
you count a part-time student job that I did for the local university,
this is actually my first time working in public service, as well as in
such a big company. All in all, we have over a thousand employees working
distributed across four buildings. I'm working in that one.</p>
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<p>In there, I am once again working in a programming department, and am
proudly part of a Scrum-like team counting first three, and later four
people, counting myself. We have a reasonably sized room all to ourselves,
although due to the home-office arrangement triggered by the Green Shnolz,
we rarely are all in at the same time.</p>
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<p>And I've got a state-of-the-art workplace there where I can happily work
the day away. It's even located in a nice little niche, so that I don't
get any problems with stray light causing a migraine.</p>
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<p>Now, I don't want to grab too far ahead here, since most of this is going
to be handled in the retrospective later anyway, but there's just one
thing that I have <em>got</em> to point out: The food in the cafeteria
(officially called the "Casino"), which is both absolutely divine <strong>and</strong>
cheap. Rumor has it that the cafeteria chef is a ★★★★★-chef, and after
tasting the food there, I am totally willing to sign that.</p>
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<p>Anyway, new jobs bring with them new responsibilities, and since I would
be tackling a new technology here at the BVK, it doesn't take long for me
to be signed up for a three-day seminar. As such, a little bit over three
months after starting to work there, I should end up...</p>
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<h3><a id="departure_for_duesseldorf"><span style="color: orange;">Departing
for Düsseldorf</span></a></h3>
<p><i><b>26-Apr-2022</b></i></p>
<p>For once, my journey begins not in the morning, but just after lunch. Not
that you would be able to tell with the rainy weather we have right now.
It's April after all.</p>
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<p>As so often, my first ride starts at the Untermenzing S-Bahn station,
where I take the S2 to the Munich Central Station. Interestingly, there's
not many people at all around at this time of the day.</p>
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<p>The Central Station is busy as ever, though. And yet, something has
changed. You may recall that this station is currently undergoing
renovations. Now, in Japan, extensive renovations like these would take
several months to a year. However, here in Germany, you can multiply that
by a factor of ten minimum. What changed since the last time is that they
now have nice divider panels in place advertising an idealized vision of
what the station will look like when it's finished. We'll see if the end
result lives up to the hype... in maybe ten years or so.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>One thing that's different to all of my train travels these last few
years, however, is that since this is a business trip and time is of the
essence, I'm travelling by ICE instead of regional trains. </p>
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<p>And technically, I'm even travelling by <em>two</em> ICEs, because this
is one of those transits where they tethered two trains together. That
usually means that the trains are getting divided somewhere along the
line, but since the division point is only after Düsseldorf, it doesn't
really matter which part of the train I enter.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>That is, if I <em>could</em> enter. However, for some reason, the train
driver decides to keep the doors shut until we of the increasingly growing
and nervous crowd outside starts sincerely wondering whether the train
will depart without us.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Thankfully, the driver eventually decides to open the doors after all,
just a few minutes before departure, and we can board.The train is mostly
empty, and there's plenty of seats to spare, so I have no problem finding
a window place. Actually, I should later learn that my ticket came with a
reserved seat somewhere, but somehow I totally failed to notice that. Oh
well.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>With that, the journey begins, taking me straight to Düsseldorf with only
a handful of stops along the way, and an average ground speed that I did
not match since travelling to Leipzig in December 2017 (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2018/01/interlude-festival-of-lights.html">Interlude
~ The Festival of Lights</a>). This high-speed route takes me past
Ingolstadt ("In Gold City"), Nürnberg ("Just a Mountain"), Würzburg
("Spice Castle"), Frankfurt ("Free Ford") and Köln ("Cologne").</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p><i><b> Ride Duration: </b>4.75h<br>
</i><i><b>Approximate Distance: </b>620km<br>
</i><i><b>Average Speed:</b> 109km/h</i></p>
<p>This fast ride should take me through a wild mix of landscapes, including
rivers, forests, fields and hills. It would seem that there are
disproportionally many cities along the line, but that is mostly due to a
combination of factors:While crossing the Mittelgebirge ("Middle Mountain
Range") of Germany, the ICE track has many long tunnel segments from which
it only emerges every once and so often, and near the end, we're entering
the Ruhrpott, and there really are a lot of cities in that area. We also
cross the river Main a total of four times (thrice on camera), once near
Kitzingen, once near Würzburg, and twice near Frankfurt.</p>
<p> </p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-05-024_MunichToD%C3%BCsseldorf.mp4"
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<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-05-024_MunichToD%C3%BCsseldorf.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p> Arriving in Düsseldorf, I have to take a bit of time to find my way
around the station. Since Düsseldorf is reasonably big, and the place
where the conference is hosted is outside of comfortable walking distance
- especially considering I'm still carrying luggage - I figure I might as
well make today an S-ICE-S wrap and get there by S-Bahn.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>I finally manage to find the correct track for the S-Bahn just in time.
For some reason, my travel plan sent me to the totally wrong track at
first.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Turns out the route actually has me backtrack a bit, for the ICE actually
already passed my target station for today - which goes by the name of
Reisholz ("Rice Wood") without stopping.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>Inside the S-Bahn, I promptly stand in awe of the rather intimidating
local area network plans for both the immediate and the extended Ruhrpott
("Stew Pot") area.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>The S-Bahn itself seems to be of the same make as in Munich. It's maybe
half-full, and everyone is conscientiously wearing masks.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>The ride to Reisholz is only four stops, but it is still diverse and
contains quite a lot of greenery, considering how I just started out from
the centre of the city. Also, I come across a row of typical German
Schrebergärten.</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-05-030_DuesseldorfHbfToReisholz.mp4"
height="360" width="640"></video></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-05-030_DuesseldorfHbfToReisholz.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>As I get off at the Reisholz Station, I have to take note that it already
seems quite rural, considering as how it only is four stops away from the
central station. I suppose Düsseldorf is somewhat smaller than Munich.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Finally, I have to walk the remainder of the way from the station to the
hotel that hosts the conference. It's about 2km, so it's an okay distance
to walk, and after sitting in the train all day it feels good to stretch
my legs a little.</p>
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<p>The route is decidedly straightforward too. I pretty much just walk
straight for about 1km until I hit the next big road...</p>
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<p>...and then take a left, following it for another 1km until I arrive at
the hotel.</p>
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<p>I should also note that along the way, I come across a very interesting
bus stop named "In der Donk" ("In the Donk").</p>
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<p>And then, I arrive at the hotel, which at frst glance looks just a bit
underwhelming.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>But anyway, now my travel segment for today is over. Next, it's
time to have...</p>
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<h3><a id="date_with_delphi"><span style="color: orange;">A Date with Delphi</span></a></h3>
<p>So, after about a year and a half, I am now back in...</p>
<p></p>
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<p>The last time I was in this part of Germany was when Robert and I were
visiting the westernmost point of Germany (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2021/03/book-iv-chapter-12-greenbelt-grounds-of.html">Book
IV ~ Chapter 12 ~ Greenbelt Grounds of Geilenkirchen</a>). Back then, we
were located roughly 57km to the west (and a bit to the south) of my
current location. This time around, I am located in the Düsseldorf county
of the Düsseldorf district, the coat of arms of which is a two-tailed red
lion on a field of silver, wearing a blue crown and holding a blue anchor.</p>
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<p>And within Düsseldorf County I am located within the city of Düsseldorf
(predictable, huh?), which happens to be the capital of
Nordrhein-Westfalen, despite being considerably smaller than nearby Köln.</p>
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<p>Finally, within the city of Düsseldorf, I am located to the south in an
area bearing the melodious name of District 9.</p>
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<p>Okay, so what does any of that have to do with the Greek city of Delphi,
which is yet located roughly 1,870km to the southeast of here? The answer
to that is: Not much, really. The Delphi that I am talking about here is a
programming language that we're predominantly using in my team at the BVK,
and the Delphi conference happens to be at Düsseldorf. Good thing we're
not programming with Düsseldorf, or otherwise I really might have had to
travel all the way to Delphi.</p>
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<p>Now, to get one thing out of the way straight off the bat, here's my
answer to the question whether I would recommend Delphi.</p>
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<p>Now don't get me wrong. I don't have anything against Delphi in
particular. Sure, it might by <a href="https://docs.google.com/document/d/1jBVc0P0JxJj0yXDbdf8Tr_qQK153DEUE3VbxsjqLGF0/edit?usp=sharing">an
expensive proprietary programming language with countless questionable
design choices that comes with its <em>one</em> IDE that is buggy as
Lerra, doesn't support even the most basic kind of refactoring, has
faulty code navigation, dysfunctional undo functionality and routinely
displays errors where there are none</a>, but on the other hand...</p>
<p>...</p>
<p>...gee, I'm sorry, I just can't seem to think of everything.</p>
<p>Bottom line, of all the programming languages I've worked with, Delphi is
probably the second-worst after GameMaker, and I only managed to bear that
one for several years because I didn't know any better. Now that I've had
the pleasure of working with modern, programmer-friendly languages like
Java and C#, working with something like Delphi again feels like a huge
step backwards. Maybe the one thing that annoys me most however is that at
the price that the BVK pays for each version (~4000€ per license), I'd
expect every bug to be fixed within three days tops. Instead, there's
still all sorts of bugs that are still in there even after years (or
possibly even decades).</p>
<p>Of course, the marketing department of Embarcadero Technologies define
Delphi as <a href="https://blogs.embarcadero.com/is-java-dead-what-is-the-best-alternative/"><em>the</em>
hip new thing and successor to the dead language of Java</a>. Meanwhile,
I define the marketing department of Embarcadero Technologies as a bunch
of mindless jerks who'll be the first against the wall when the revolution
comes. And now: "Is English Dead? What is the Best Alternative? (by the
union of Latin teachers)". </p>
<p><em><strong>27-Apr-2022</strong></em></p>
<p>But anyway, here I am now at the first day of the Delphi conference, and
I'll try to make the most of it. The first day is all about
multi-threading and thread safety in Delphi, which is something where I
can definitely take a few learnings from. Another learning I take away is
the fact that I'm one of youngest people in the room, and that there's a
concerning amount of people old enough to be my father. That explains soo
much, actually. Also, we don't have a single female in the entire group of
maybe a dozen people.</p>
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<p>Also, despite this having been branded an interactive workshop, there's
disappointingly little "program along" instances, so for the most part, I
just spend my time listening and diligently taking notes, condensing down
what is said to the essentials.</p>
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<p><em><strong>28-Apr-2022</strong></em></p>
<p>The second day starts with a bit of bad news regarding the workshop
planned for the third day. This was something that I very much was looking
forward to - Profiling in Delphi - since that was something which I tried,
and failed, to do at my job already. Turns out that the person who was
going to hold that lecture did fall sick. It's not the Green Shnolz, but
still... However, since the company holding the conference is a
professional one, they of course had a stand-in at the read.
Unfortunately, it is said stand-in who contracted the Green Shnolz.
Fortunately, they still had an extra-stand-in, but even more
unfortunately, that extra-stand-in <em>also</em> contracted the Green
Shnolz. So at this point, the manager from that company is addressing us
directly, profoundly apologizing, and saying they're frantically looking
for a spare-extra-stand-in to hold the lecture on Friday, but honestly, I
don't believe in it.<br>
</p>
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<p>The topic for today is Docker for Delphi, but in truth, it is mostly a
Docker basics workshop with only very tentative connections to Delphi. Of
all three days, this should be the one day from which I should take a way
the least, though I get to help out my co-worker Robert (not to be
confused with my best friend Robert), who joined the conference for today
and tomorrow.</p>
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<p><em><strong>29-Apr-2022</strong></em></p>
<p>The third day of the Delphi conference starts with the expected
disappointment, followed by the announcement that they managed to get hold
of a speaker willing to talk about a totally different, yet still
Delphi-related topic. So instead of Profiling with Delphi, we get to hear
about the FireMonkey UI Framework and many cool supplements for it
straight from the author of one of said supplements.</p>
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<p>This ends up being only a half-day event, and afterwards, the organizers
promise us to make up for this embarrassing case of fail by organizing an
online-workshop about Profiling with Delphi in these next few months.
Incidentally, by now that date has come and gone, and needed to be
re-scheduled again because the lecturer intelligently tried holding the
lecture from his parents' place, where he only had his laptop within
reasonable range, and for some strange reason, the video connection did
not work at all. The event is now, again, re-scheduled for September.
We'll see what happens then. Honestly, I no longer believe there <em>is</em>
such a thing as Profiling for Delphi.</p>
<p>But anyway, so much for the primary reason why I came here. Let me now
tell you about...<br>
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<p><br>
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<h3><a id="place"><span style="color: orange;">The Place</span></a></h3>
<p>We've only covered the point that the outside of the hotel looks pretty
container-like (which at least causes some synergy with the Docker
lecture), and the inside doesn't look much more appealing.</p>
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<p>Getting inside requires me to insert a fancy, analogue card key from the
last millennium. Now, I agree that this clearly has advantages in the
unlikely case of a power outage (don't ask me when I experienced the last
blackout here in Germany... odds are "never" is a pretty accurate bid),
but seriously, at an IT conference??? What do want to express with that?
Retro? No!</p>
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<p>The hotel room, meanwhile, is pretty standard. I am awarding some extra
points for the thoughtful chocolate mints on the pillows though. Oh, and
naturally, I am still bringing one of my companion foxes along for the
ride, and since he still hasn't seen anywhere near as much action as Levi
(Japan, Brazil & South Africa) or Tommy (the Germany Tour), I figure I
might as well take him along for this ride too.</p>
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<p>The room also features a laptop-friendly workspace, and yes, I did take
my own personal laptop Liete in addition to my work laptop. The BVK has
very strict rules about separating work and private data, but that's okay.
I can absolutely relate to that, and following logical and sensible rules
that are consistently enforced has never been an issue with me.</p>
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<p>Looking out of the window beyond, I get a lovely view on a high-voltage
pole, and beyond that a noise barrier just outside the highway.
Fortunately, the constant and equal noise does not bother <em>me </em>very
much, but some other participants complain about not being able to sleep
very well because of that.</p>
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<p>By the way, in stark contrast with reality, this is what the hotel is
portrayed as in Google, which I suppose at least does make some sort of
screwed sense when you come to think that it's holding a Delphi
conference. I suppose the hotel's marketing department can stand right
over there against the wall together with the one of Embarcadero.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Now returning from Delusion-Blissland to Harsh-Realityland. The bathroom
in my room is basically okay, though the toilet <em>is</em> uncomfortably
squeezed inside an alcove behind the door.</p>
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<p>Going from "Basically okay" to "A little shabby", I have to take note
that the towel in my bathroom has holes in it, and while I am <em>per se</em>
not a picky fox, the fact that I know how much this place costs on account
of me having to disburse the price of the room makes my kinda less
accepting of these sort of shortcomings.</p>
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<p>Oh, and speaking of holes, while sitting in the conference room, I also
do notice that ther rather shabby back door features a small aperture that
goes through all the way to the other side. When the room is darkened off,
it sparkles and twinkles quite nicely as people walk past it over the
course of the day.</p>
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<p>And with that, I believe I have to get out of this place and stray around
until the feel of fail leaves my tail. Fortunately, the lectures end at a
point in the afternoon where it's still possible to go out for a
medium-sized stray. For my first hike, the goal should be...</p>
<p><br>
</p>
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<h3><a id="reaching_river_rhine"><span style="color: orange;">Reaching River
Rhine</span></a></h3>
<i><b>27-Apr-2022</b></i><br>
<i><b>Distance:</b> 16km</i><br>
<i><b>Ascents: </b>50m</i><br>
<i><b>Duration: </b>4h</i><br>
<b>4/6<span style="color: green;">🎁︎</span></b><b><span style="color: green;"></span></b><br>
<p>My primary goal for today is - obviously - finding a Geocache into which
I can place a certain travel bug (Wait, what??? But we'll get to that
soon...). The secondary goal is reaching the Rhine, and while heading
towards the south would have me reach the river somewhat sooner, the
westwards route not only has the advantage of more conveniently placed
Geocaches, but also offers me convenient park corridors that I can walk
both ways.</p>
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<p>Unlike yesterday, today is a sunny day, which bodes well for my
afternoon/evening stray to the Rhine and back. Of course that also means I
have to put on sunscreen.</p>
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<p>As mentioned before, I managed to plan my route in such a way that the
majority of it leads me through parks, and as such, it is only a few STEPs
away from the hotel that I enter the first park, which contains only
traces of plastic garbage lying on the grass.</p>
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<p>Right off the bat, I am confronted with some typical German
Schrebergärten...</p>
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<p>...and after that I run into some serious train tracks that I need to
detour around.</p>
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<p>Fortunately, there's an underpass only a little more than half a
kilometer down the line that I can use to reach the other side.</p>
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<p>Now, maybe you know the saying "Walls have ears". Well, here in
Düsseldorf, walls have eyes too!</p>
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<p>I have to navigate a bit before I reach the second park...</p>
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<p>...but once I do, I also quickly find my first Geocache, and lucky me,
it's a big one! Which means I can drop these!</p>
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<p>The wooden shoes made from porcelain travel bug that I found in Niagara
Falls, Canada, and which wanted to travel to Holland! I figure this is
about as close as I can get them to that goal.</p>
<p>But moving on. Turns out that the reason why there's such a conveniently
placed line of parks from here on out is due to the power lines running
above. Oh well.</p>
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<p>Moving on, I walk by a striking memorial stone for the famous protestant
missionary Johannes Meyer...</p>
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<p>...followed by the infamous pirate movers, where all moved goods are
guaranteed to arrive... somewhere.</p>
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<p>Next, I pass the Bewegungsparcours ("Movement Parcours") Gym 591...</p>
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<p>...and then cross a road where the tram of Düsseldorf crosses my way.</p>
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<p>Oh, and speaking of roads, did you know that the pedestrians lights here
in Düsseldorf have a yellow phase too, jsut like the ones for cars do? I
personally find that quite handy.</p>
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<p>But anyway, after another kilometer of hiking through parks...</p>
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<p>...and crossing a modern suburb...</p>
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<p>...there's soon nothing but a field left between me and the river Rhine.</p>
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<p>I reach the river at the site of the Fähre Himmelgeist ("Ferry Heaven
Ghost"), though there doesn't seem to be any ferry anywhere in sight (not
that I need one).</p>
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<p>Instead, my way leads me up the sandy shore of the Rhine...</p>
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<p>...which is quite adequately littered with seashells... or should I more
adequately call them rivershells? After all, we're still about 32m above
sea level here.</p>
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<p>Walking north along the beach, I pass a float of ducks on the river...</p>
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<p>...just before getting the note that your chosen path is going to become
more adventurous.</p>
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<p>And with that we mean <em>way</em> more adventurous.</p>
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<p>I mean sure, I suppose I could always take the easy way out...</p>
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<p>...but where would be the fun in that? Besides, I've still got plenty of
lunacy left, and since walking this path is considerably more fun than
programming in Delphi, I stick to it for now and see where it leads me.</p>
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<p>After some while, I emerge back in the open...</p>
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<p>...just in time to see a ship drive by, making quite some waves.</p>
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<p>From there on out, the remainder of the path along the Rhine is nice and
open.</p>
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<p>There, I pass within sight of a peninsula that has been expertly secured
against being washed away by means of a great pillar and steel cables.</p>
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<p>And then, I reach a place where I can go no further. A fence blocks the
way, and beyond that, there's a Wasserschutzgebiet ("Water Protection
Area"). Makes sense. After all, water is a valuable substance, so it needs
to be protected at any cost.</p>
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<p>Fortunately, there's a path leading along the side of the fence, so this
marks the turning point of my stray today.</p>
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<p>Next, I follow an interesting walkway to an interesting bridge...</p>
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<p>...leading across quite an interesting little river cascade indeed.</p>
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<p>Following that little river, I soon enough run into a flock of
autonomous, organic lawn mowers trimming the grass at a rate of roughly
ten meters per minute. They produce a lot less noise than the mechanical
alternative too.</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-05-091_Organic_Lawn_Mowers.mp4"
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<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-05-091_Organic_Lawn_Mowers.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>By now, the sun is already starting to set, but then, I am already part
way back.</p>
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<p>And so, I proceed along the parky riverside dam in the light of the
setting sun...</p>
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<p>...before eventually crossing back over into the city...</p>
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<p>...where I find a whole school pleading for peace...</p>
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<p>...as well as a shop advertising elderberry blossoms and the claim that
cannabis has on German culture. With cannabis having been around since
5500BC and the potato being an addition as recent as 1647AD, how come the
potato is seen as typically German and not cannabis? And while we're
asking such questions, how <em>did</em> tobacco ever take a hold here? I
blame marketing, again. Off against the wall with you with the Embarcadero
and hotel marketing guys.</p>
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<p>Moving on from there, I unexpectedly come across one of Düsseldorf's
Subways: Die Freigeisterbahn ("Free Ghost Train").</p>
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<p>Walking through the streets, I reach a road where it looks like a row of
trees simply erupted from the ground.</p>
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<p>Oh, and by the way, the Rhine was not the only river I wanted to reach
today. Though significantly smaller, I manage to cross the river Düssel
("Dumb Luck") - after which Düsseldorf was named - just as the sun sets
above some houses.</p>
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<p>It is by the side of the Düssel that I spot a cache up in a tree, just
out of reach, and my first impulse is to just scamper on....</p>
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<p>....however, just then and there I spy a big branch with a suspiciously
convenient shape lying just nearby, and true enough: Using that branch I
am able to lift the Cache down from its loft and then back up again.</p>
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<p>What follows are some more parklands (I told you I pretty much planned
this stray around them)...</p>
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<p>...and a short while later, I have arrived at my designated dining place.
For reasons which I have yet to disclose, I made a mental note about
eating dinner out on each of my strays, and today, this resolution has
brought me to the Wokhaus ("Wok House"), which admittedly is a good bit
more low-key than I had assumed.<br>
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<p>The inside looks equally... humble, with seating space for only six
people on two tables... which still doesn't make it crowded on account of
me being the only customer.</p>
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<p>It does have a few nice touches though, like the subtle Fenghuang and
Dragon fresco above the windows.<br>
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<p>Anyway, it is here that I order a humble yet satisfying Wan-Tan soup for
dinner...</p>
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<p>...and then I depart out into the streets again, where the sun has
already set, but there's still plenty of light left in the sky.</p>
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<p>Before long, I find myself following the run of the little Düssel once
more...</p>
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<p>...and eventually find myself at the edge of a field, where one can now
tell that it's slowly getting dark.</p>
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<p>Fortunately, it's not far now. However, before I can get back to the
hotel, I still need to go through Schlosspark Eller ("Castle Park Eller"),
which stretches all around the eponymous Schloss Eller.</p>
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<p>That park is actually more of a forest. Fortunately, being a fox, my eyes
are pretty good in the dark.</p>
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<p>After crossing the park, the rest is pretty much just a question of
following the road...</p>
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<p>...as well as crossing over the lovely highway running outside the
hotel...</p>
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<p>...and then I'm back at the hotel, ready to drop. Now with that, I feel
that I've more than deserved...</p>
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<h3><a id="food"><span style="color: orange;">The Food</span></a></h3>
<p>Since I mentioned it earlier, let me address dinner at the hotel first:
There is none. They have breakfast and lunch for the events, but no
dinner. No what does that remind me of? Oh yeah, the great and amazing
bistro at the Marriott (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2022/04/book-v-chapter-2-trecking-through.html#food">Book
V ~ Chapter 2 ~ Trecking Through Toronto</a>).</p>
<p>Instead, on my first evening in town, after a long journey, they send me
out to a nearby Italian place known as La Cantina. So I walk there... only
to find out that it's all full, and they don't even have a single seat
available, so they send me away again.</p>
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<p>So instead, I end up having to walk almost all the way back to the
station...</p>
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<p>...where I've cleverly marked down the location of both a supermarket and
a grill, just in case. Fortunately, the Altenbrück Grill ("Old Bridge
Grill") is open and not too full, so I get myself a Currywurst
("Curry Sausage") to go there.</p>
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<p>For the way back, I choose a slightly different route which ends up
taking me through an interesting zig-zag park.</p>
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<p>By the time I make it back to the hotel, it's pretty much exactly sunset
o'clock...</p>
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<p>...and as I eat the Currywurst alone in my room (wishing I'd ordered
fries with that as well), I make a mental note to eat dinner out in the
first place on my planned strays these next two days.</p>
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<p>Breakfast meanwhile leaves little to be desired, with a typical
hotel-style breakfast buffet.</p>
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<p>So, over the next three days, I try out a few different combinations
including honey, jam, meat spread and cheese on some sort of Semmeln, tea,
orange juice, and a breakfast egg. One one of these days, the egg has my
favorite consistency too.</p>
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<p>Lunch meanwhile is found at the end of a typical buffet queue.</p>
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<p>As such, it's pretty much again anyone's choice. I for my part, I end up
having Geschnetzeltes mit Schwammerln und Spätzle in Soße ("Meat Strips
with Mushrooms and Spätzle in Sauce") on Day 1 (That sounds suspiciously
Bavarian), Braten mit Kartoffeln ("Roast with Potatoes") on Day 2, and
Chili con Carne con Rice on Day 3.</p>
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<p>Between the individual "bells" of training, there are also short breaks
where we can get some light snacks at the buffet (and coffee, for those
who need that, which seems to be everyone except me).</p>
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<p>And then, there's also some energy-rich snacks, which I regularly help
myself to. I spread those out over the individual bells to give me little
energy kicks along the way. Incidentally, by the end of the camp, certain
choice kinds of those snacks that coincide with the preferences of a
certain fox should end up running low.</p>
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<p>Now that's all for the food. With that, I now have enough energy to tell
you about...<br>
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<h3><a id="trin_lake_lap"><span style="color: orange;">The Trin Lake Lap</span></a></h3>
<p><i><b>28-Apr-2022</b></i><br>
<i><b>Distance:</b> 18km</i><br>
<i><b>Ascents:</b> 50m</i><br>
<i><b>Duration: </b>4.25h</i><br>
<b>4/6<span style="color: green;">🎁︎</span></b> </p>
<p>Since I've ventured out towards the west yesterday, I figured I'd head
east today. And whereas west the river Rhine awaited me, to the east, it
is three lakes that make an attractive target. My route today should first
have me head north, then east past the Unterbacher See ("Lower
Stream Lake"), and then south along the Elbsee (don't ask me why it's
named this was. The Elbe is roughly 400km to the east). Finally, I should
head back west again, crossing the causeway between the Elbsee and the
Menzelsee ("Man-let Lake"). </p>
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<p>Once again, the weather is nice and sunny as I depart,meaning I naturally
put on some sunscreen.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Now, my first destination is in a nearby piece of woodland.
Unfortunately, nearby though it may be, the big highway knot in the way
poses a bit of a challenge, so I first have to get back over the highway
again...</p>
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<p>...and then make my way through a bit of a maze of back streets.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>However, in the end, I do manage to make my way to the woodland holding
my first target.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>It is also here that I come across another little lake, the Zamek-See.
This one is barely 5 acres big though.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Beyond that little lake, I soon enter the woodland proper, where it's
nice and shady.</p>
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<p>Now, somehow this entire area is not exactly pedestrian-friendly, and
whereas I had to deal with the highway before, now it's a big bundle of
railway tracks barring my progress. Now the good news is, there's a
pedestrian's bridge to get across. But the bad news is: Said bridge is
roughly 1km out of the way.</p>
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<p>On the other side, I then have to walk back along clearly segregated
woodland paths.</p>
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<p>A little bit later, I finally reach the first major landmark of this
stray: The Unterbacher See. This one isatually big enough to have
several dozen sailboats sailing on it.</p>
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<p>Walking by the side of the lake, I pass some geese of interesting
coloration...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>...and note how they have smart sidewalk bricks here too, with flat
bricks for the bicyclists' lane, and bumpy bricks for the pedestrians'
lane.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Leaving the lake behind, I cross the Rothenbergstraße ("Red Mountain
Street"), which takes its name quite seriously, judging from the double
dose of red in its traffic lights.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>And remember, kids, always make sure your house is properly anchored,
lest it get swept away in a storm.</p>
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<p>By the way, I can clearly tell I am out of Düsseldorf by now, because the
pedestrians' lights are no longer tri-colored. Interestingly enough,
though, some of them still feature three lamps, albeit for a different
purpose.</p>
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<p>Moving on from there, I unexpectedly find myself in Erkrath ("He Crows"),
finding place of the Neanderthaler. However, I should not actually get
close to that exact historic place today, which is still a good 4km to the
northeast of my current location, and as such way out of bounds for this
stray.</p>
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<p>However, judging from the way they hang their bus route plans here,
a bit of Neanderthal heritage is clearly recognizable.</p>
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<p>Yet instead of cave paintings, they have considerably more aesthetic
utility box paintings. I'd like to see more of those where I live
too.</p>
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<p>One way or another, this whole Neanderthal business seems to have me
confounded in such a way that I eventually find myself walking the wrong
way, and it only dawns on me when I realize that my
shadow is somehow pointing in the opposite direction from
where it should be pointing were I going the right way.</p>
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<p>A bit of backtracking soon ensues, and eventually I find myself
back on track again.</p>
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<p>Incidentally, by now I am slowly starting to get concerned about the
time, as the sun is already setting, and I have yet quite some
distance to cover.</p>
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<p>My further way leads me through a nice, green tunnel...</p>
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<p>...followed by the slightly unusual Milch-Tankstelle ("Milk Filling
Station"), where they sell fresh milk (and eggs) directly from the farm.</p>
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<p>Moving on, I pass a girl and her horse just walking there on the
street...</p>
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<p>...and soon enough find myself on a long, straight field-side path
running parallel to the Elbsee.</p>
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<p>It is not until I actually reach the causeway between the Elbsee and the
Menzelsee...</p>
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<p>...that I actually manage to get a good, clear view of the Elbsee on one
side...</p>
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<p>...and the Menzelsee on the other. Note that neither of them
feature any boats.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Along the way, I also run into the unexpected forest adventure
playground, though at this time of the day there aren't many people
around.</p>
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<p>By the time I finally arrive back at the city, it's already well past
sunset, and I hope I can still find someplace where I can get
something to eat.</p>
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<p>Fortunately, I do come across a venue that is still open and ready to
serve me, in the shape of
the
Grill, formerly known as the Rhodos Grill. There, I simply order myself
some Gyros in Flatbread to go. After all, I still have a little way
to go back to the hotel, and want to make use of whatever little
daylight I have left.</p>
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<p>Along the way, I pass the St. Antonius Church...</p>
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<p>...and then make my way into the narrow strip of woods between the
highway and the city, where an artfully carved howling wolf statue awaits.</p>
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<p>From there, my fox eyes come in handy once again, as by now it has gotten
quite dark. However, I can still make the way out relatively clearly, even
if I can't make out any details.</p>
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<p>Eventually, the woods open up and give way to a narrow field path next to
a ditch...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>...and shortly thereafter, I emerge back into the city, only a short ways
away from the hotel.</p>
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<p>With that, there's now nothing more to do but to sit back and enjoy the
dinner that I bought earlier and more than earned today.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>And that marks the end of my second and final stray here in Düsseldorf.
Now it's time to think about...</p>
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<h3><a id="retrospective"><span style="color: orange;">The Retrospective</span></a></h3>
<p>Now this section is going to have two separate entries. First, let
me talk about the hotel here.One of the best things that can be said is
that I had my own private room with its own private bath. The
breakfast was nice and plentiful too, but since the lunch was part of the
seminar and not the hotel, I can't count it in here unless I were to
devise a super-complicated formula factoring in the seminar-price. The
beds were actually kinda hard and I wasn't able to sleep in them very
well. The atmosphere was... okay, I guess, but nothing special, and I
suppose the highway out back doesn't win any bonus points either, even if
it didn't personally bother <em>me</em> very much. The fact that the
hotel didn't have its own restaurant for dining at night was a drawback
too, but at least a nice forested area existed only a short
walk away, and we had a bus stop nearby. The place had free WiFi, even
though it was a little slow, the temperature was good, but I kinda can't
get over that ratty old towel and the doors with the holes in them. Factor
in the price, and you get one of the worst price-value-ratios that I've
ever seen, second only after the Courtyard Marriott hotel in
Markham. What <em>is</em> it with so-called business hotels these days?<br>
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<p>And in sharp contrast to that, let me now talk about my new job. To be
honest, when I first applied here via a recruiter, I was afraid that it
was going to be stuffy, but I haven't regretted it, not once! I've finally
got a part-time job again that I've been wanting again ever since I lost
it with Netfira, and even working part-time I am actually earning more
than at Cesonia, which makes this my highest pay/time ratio yet. There's
barely any pressure on the job, and so I can simply diligently work
towards my goals without having to rush things, and can take the time to
do things right now so development will go faster in the future.The
atmosphere is great too, and, to put it in one word, caring. I've never
felt so valued as a person in a job before, and it really feels like my
employer is interested in my well-being. Apart from that, there's
additional perks like 50% home office, some events, oh, and I think I
already mentioned it, but the cafeteria is simply to die for.
The only real drawback is that I have to program in Delphi, but frankly,
with all the amazing good things that I have here, that's something
I am willing to put up with. I'd rather program in Delphi in a nice work
environment like this than in any other language at a not-so-nice
place. So, summed up, this is clearly the best work experience I've ever
had, and I'm glad I came here and hope I can stay here for a long time
yet.</p>
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<p>So much for the retrospective. Now all that's left is to return via
the...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;"><a id="mainline_to_munich">Mainline to
Munich</a></span></h3>
<p><i><b>29-Apr-2022</b></i></p>
<p>Since the seminar finished a bit earlier than anticipated, my
colleague Robert and I consequently also leave for Munich a bit earlier.
As such, I check out of the hotel, and leave another empty room behind.</p>
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<p>Since both of us took the S-Bahn to Reisholz and walked from there to get
here, we figured we'd try another rout for the way back to the
Düsseldorf central station. That is: We first take the 785 Bus from the Am
Schönenkamp ("At the Pretty Camp") station to the Werstener Dorfstraße
("Werstern Village Street") station, and from there the U74 subway to the
central station.</p>
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<p>The first leg is by bus, and this one is already a little bit unusual due
to the fact that the bus quickly embarks on the highway, and then
just keeps going there until it reaches the Werstener Dorfstraße,
which is to say, it keeps going for about 3km without stopping, which is
quite a long distance between stops for an urban bus.</p>
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<p>At the Werstener Dorfstraße, we then walk over to the subway station...
which is a bit odd,considering how it'S above ground and all.</p>
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<p>The subway is equally odd. Why, if I didn't know any better, I'd just
call it an ordinary streetcar.</p>
<p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3c5SXiuyIoxq0tFtIu8s-7wEl8NIttjDpFh1hPCfhOrSB599dr9BVWhtzNvAbP_9t3b98R2dJxpdYk2CRC4nmrp3MXRB3umtFm08VTTXAqp8pjXxB6-5AaKvpzoDaNkj_cKQcUOTBDt6V529OQohfMWpmPa4ITZ4b-tfrp_pI_fCoGTBvQfhGQY-c/s1600/07-05-169%20Subway.png" style="display: block; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3c5SXiuyIoxq0tFtIu8s-7wEl8NIttjDpFh1hPCfhOrSB599dr9BVWhtzNvAbP_9t3b98R2dJxpdYk2CRC4nmrp3MXRB3umtFm08VTTXAqp8pjXxB6-5AaKvpzoDaNkj_cKQcUOTBDt6V529OQohfMWpmPa4ITZ4b-tfrp_pI_fCoGTBvQfhGQY-c/s1600/07-05-169%20Subway.png"/></a></div></p>
<p>Inside, the subway is maybe about half full, and everyone is
faithfully wearing their masks.</p>
<p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTK5fvTbZlnqRTEOQCqoq8My6VY8_oDblk-yYjLv8KQIeAC43iAL9Tr0BkZZFYnGO5YUnf4CQnWht3fdatpAgtXHMLa-sAjjU7e9SlwtcaYKKYdftPU3tmjSaWEpjEUEDfhMFSBPGqBPb4Q6SMzDkObo4YoWNg0QC5d1uLnB1k6DhGSp8j_AWXaw2j/s1600/07-05-170%20Subway%20Inside.png" style="display: block; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTK5fvTbZlnqRTEOQCqoq8My6VY8_oDblk-yYjLv8KQIeAC43iAL9Tr0BkZZFYnGO5YUnf4CQnWht3fdatpAgtXHMLa-sAjjU7e9SlwtcaYKKYdftPU3tmjSaWEpjEUEDfhMFSBPGqBPb4Q6SMzDkObo4YoWNg0QC5d1uLnB1k6DhGSp8j_AWXaw2j/s1600/07-05-170%20Subway%20Inside.png"/></a></div></p>
<p>As is only right, because the stickers on the windows demand it.
They also prohibit the drinking of alcohol, and interestingly also the
eating of fries on the train.</p>
<p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbKtXtHptwEvFUmP1X5fJjPLNV7zfN2KLb8W5W9pPiMTIZFp73lMcu7xID1QqWWg6JedExbtNRKTcFh8EX1OM7AsqzcEKAZ2G4c272KKydmbLasdHTB6uw-nve2GsqdbeggV1shnHBk9a9oMKh8_Xo3ByrE2lINlf4NavVaDQfOeiPnqfJiviFx5IG/s1600/07-05-171%20Subway%20Stickers.png" style="display: block; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbKtXtHptwEvFUmP1X5fJjPLNV7zfN2KLb8W5W9pPiMTIZFp73lMcu7xID1QqWWg6JedExbtNRKTcFh8EX1OM7AsqzcEKAZ2G4c272KKydmbLasdHTB6uw-nve2GsqdbeggV1shnHBk9a9oMKh8_Xo3ByrE2lINlf4NavVaDQfOeiPnqfJiviFx5IG/s1600/07-05-171%20Subway%20Stickers.png"/></a></div></p>
<p>As we ride the train, it quickly becomes apparent why it's called a
subway, for you see, while it does operate above ground in the outskirts
of Düsseldorf, it goes underground near the center of the city. As such, I
only get to look out for two-and-a-half stops before the whole sight
becomes kinda dark. However, naturally these two-and-a-half stops contain
the inevitable typical German Schrebergärten.</p>
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height="360" width="640"></video></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-05-172_Duesseldorf_Subway.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
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<p>One half-way underground ride later, we arrive and the subway station of
the Düsseldorf central station (though honestly, it <em>still</em> feels
more like an underground tram station than a real subway station to me).</p>
<p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm6zTZijHjuSOeq4W0M1DcZ4RGgPzWD7Ab54ztykEaaq2lIjrYRGQQjQ87GSHhSCWO6vHWbNv40WknBubLu6XAAMP2Ugj1wFm142rSRW4U1gx06CMM0mU3aY7ndaUgjdJlhJFmbRZ-J3nDv1PQXSzzs1pM8TA1oNi5YWXtLqUBL0ZghCRNpxwxBqif/s1600/07-05-173%20D%C3%BCsseldorf%20Central%20Subway%20Station.png" style="display: block; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm6zTZijHjuSOeq4W0M1DcZ4RGgPzWD7Ab54ztykEaaq2lIjrYRGQQjQ87GSHhSCWO6vHWbNv40WknBubLu6XAAMP2Ugj1wFm142rSRW4U1gx06CMM0mU3aY7ndaUgjdJlhJFmbRZ-J3nDv1PQXSzzs1pM8TA1oNi5YWXtLqUBL0ZghCRNpxwxBqif/s1600/07-05-173%20D%C3%BCsseldorf%20Central%20Subway%20Station.png"/></a></div></p>
<p>From there, we head up to the main platforms of the central station,
inquiring at the information counter about the next train to Munich that
we can take with our booked tickets. Turns out we have a rare case of twin
fortune here: Not only did the BVK outfit us with very flexible tickets,
but it also turns out that the next direct train to Munich is only, like,
20 minutes away. So we have literally all the time the world to make our
way up to the platform, where we encounter a Japanese mural at the back of
a shelter...</p>
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<p>...but at the same time we also don't need to wait too long until our
train arrives.</p>
<p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1-m86l-R3rcVrwlGb1AJGwi_IKCJ_p3rJUGNBxBVcLDvLHnHrL95vlTErCirmBMpUj53yNJxJ4kwLsyXHo4h8nVUlSxv7Jk0aN-DxjDT6qjiHrdKVswYI5m5P2-SrBFJoq2MtRsPygJQ05mI8WpxVOYrNcybJec_a1vtYKFdGa-O7JZPWi1XxHDOY/s1600/07-05-175%20D%C3%BCsseldorf%20ICE%20Arrival.png" style="display: block; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1-m86l-R3rcVrwlGb1AJGwi_IKCJ_p3rJUGNBxBVcLDvLHnHrL95vlTErCirmBMpUj53yNJxJ4kwLsyXHo4h8nVUlSxv7Jk0aN-DxjDT6qjiHrdKVswYI5m5P2-SrBFJoq2MtRsPygJQ05mI8WpxVOYrNcybJec_a1vtYKFdGa-O7JZPWi1XxHDOY/s1600/07-05-175%20D%C3%BCsseldorf%20ICE%20Arrival.png"/></a></div></p>
<p>Now, one of the disadvantages of taking an earlier train is that this
effectively voids our reservations, and while that wouldn't have been a
problem on the way <em>to</em> Düsseldorf, it turns out that the train
back to Munich is quite full. There are a few seats free, but
unfortunately, none of them are window seats.</p>
<p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2puNwBBdbcFlIhCg9yKSbvEr0n-RBSLfjvAWN_blY1uvB9bnUCf10uAuS6selLiy5aJOxnzBotuVyE4M6XGdyet40-wsOLBpmoWj4_wvXsFja1R9BMNZUVIMh_D-uW80y096iZa-iBRt-Fx5tmg_Yd_kitQ5hthKoymytcKf2_-IjYigjRKlciCxI/s1600/07-05-176%20Full%20ICE%20to%20Munich.png" style="display: block; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2puNwBBdbcFlIhCg9yKSbvEr0n-RBSLfjvAWN_blY1uvB9bnUCf10uAuS6selLiy5aJOxnzBotuVyE4M6XGdyet40-wsOLBpmoWj4_wvXsFja1R9BMNZUVIMh_D-uW80y096iZa-iBRt-Fx5tmg_Yd_kitQ5hthKoymytcKf2_-IjYigjRKlciCxI/s1600/07-05-176%20Full%20ICE%20to%20Munich.png"/></a></div></p>
<p>However, in the end, I do manage to secure a seat in the very tail end of
the train. In fact, I would have been able to secure seats for the both of
us, but when I turn around I find out that my colleague Robert is no
longer behind me. Turns out he lost me in the crowd in the wagon hallways
that I managed to slip through with relative ease, and found himself a
seat somewhere else.</p>
<p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAgscXnqq6yTqjdCAWPPM8piiRResdRDSwp-8Ot0kBObjGnSgUJBxK509H8stGGndzF9n10TwwnrsBmK6y5SZvWpupibexzgovvvWwiC1PXCwRistnvEz7YsVIcJy7M5KDGKgUKJxX0fe5ERh4O1ouYtZ4A4pVIbU-k_U_RJ3bfE-sy_BB0TVgM4It/s1600/07-05-177%20Tail%20Section%20Seat.png" style="display: block; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAgscXnqq6yTqjdCAWPPM8piiRResdRDSwp-8Ot0kBObjGnSgUJBxK509H8stGGndzF9n10TwwnrsBmK6y5SZvWpupibexzgovvvWwiC1PXCwRistnvEz7YsVIcJy7M5KDGKgUKJxX0fe5ERh4O1ouYtZ4A4pVIbU-k_U_RJ3bfE-sy_BB0TVgM4It/s1600/07-05-177%20Tail%20Section%20Seat.png"/></a></div></p>
<p>Route-wise, the ride back to Munich is exactly the same as the one up to
Düsseldorf. However, due to the layover times differing slightly, the ride
back to Munich is actually just a bit faster than the ride up to
Düsseldorf.</p>
<p><i><b> </b></i><i><b>Ride Duration: </b>4.5h<br>
</i><i><b>Approximate Distance:</b> 620km<br>
</i><i><b>Average Speed:</b> 116km/h</i></p>
<p>Since I'm facing the other way, I get to see different sights even though
the route is the same. Regrettably, I should not see anything of the river
Rhine, since the tracks run quite some distance away from the meandering
river, but I should see the Main a couple of times, and even capture our
crossing of the Rhein-Main-Donau-Kanal ("Rhine-Main-Danube-Channel"). </p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-05-178_Duesseldorf_to_Munich.mp4"
height="360" width="640"></video></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-05-178_Duesseldorf_to_Munich.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>At Frankfurt, the train reverses again, meaning that the tail in which I
was sitting now becomes the head. Fortunately, I am able to switch to a
free window seat on the other side. However, my hopes of being able to
look out front are dashed against the wall as the train driver arrives and
pushes some magic button that turns the glass all milky. Oh well.</p>
<p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho5LP7ZpLG5h5dzobeN9rF6WOAnJBIT-kfrOOXHPwWEHWTbEHOZoslWlyK_QUgYiFiSOEx1OCduW9bQOCQt1xv9SB92XeKUHnRzAjeQ_QB6WRDyD6oWf2CQOpvNXB5ttll3HxavoDvQadE85tolfScRAD3mDU-dwrg-WQ3yWY-IC7GopjqSvLORZ2A/s1600/07-05-179%20Frankfurt%20Train%20Reversal.png" style="display: block; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho5LP7ZpLG5h5dzobeN9rF6WOAnJBIT-kfrOOXHPwWEHWTbEHOZoslWlyK_QUgYiFiSOEx1OCduW9bQOCQt1xv9SB92XeKUHnRzAjeQ_QB6WRDyD6oWf2CQOpvNXB5ttll3HxavoDvQadE85tolfScRAD3mDU-dwrg-WQ3yWY-IC7GopjqSvLORZ2A/s1600/07-05-179%20Frankfurt%20Train%20Reversal.png"/></a></div></p>
<p>Apart from that little turnaround, the ride passes without incident, and
sometime in the early evening, I arrive back at the Munich central
station, where I can witness the ICE promptly getting a face wash.</p>
<p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh7d3MSjoCEyTc0MG4RALkn-LGtUvdmW0NyOTndz9zx76jHlgEsguz1v-Ua8ErkfuDTidhShRLqP7ivVXE8dAQL7HGOrDeKkJJtxWboodtfpBKSAkFXKj6fsCgwJa0iF7lwasxPRwPBRtZNTl9vvh3hgs1P_myBBbNVhCYbNlQOZR7AV52vc_RNsl1/s1600/07-05-180%20Munich%20Arrival%20ICE%20Facewash.png" style="display: block; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh7d3MSjoCEyTc0MG4RALkn-LGtUvdmW0NyOTndz9zx76jHlgEsguz1v-Ua8ErkfuDTidhShRLqP7ivVXE8dAQL7HGOrDeKkJJtxWboodtfpBKSAkFXKj6fsCgwJa0iF7lwasxPRwPBRtZNTl9vvh3hgs1P_myBBbNVhCYbNlQOZR7AV52vc_RNsl1/s1600/07-05-180%20Munich%20Arrival%20ICE%20Facewash.png"/></a></div></p>
<p>Figuring that since I ended up being at the very front of the train, and
Munich central station is a railhead, my colleague Robert logically
has to walk past me, I wait for some time till most the people have
passed, but can't spot him. Either I must have missed him in the crowd, or
he magically made his exit sometime along the ride, so I eventually just
get on my way home on my own.</p>
<p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB_fbLMlohKwR-nT9_zPYUWNAXLyt_Li84LmLtwX8r13iKPdQ195BhW3BV6Vjkox5r1Jj8gNRwtalbpVw1n5d_4FY7fyDZ9RmLRLHFkNfKHeaI2LpNKz3_dLA0YFNQyIKs8cThdiBmXzUExE0S9ENiI4OVnxIQohFa0C1UxjYKEBT_MJXqGXxztaGG/s1600/07-05-181%20Munich%20Central%20Station%20Arrival.png" style="display: block; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB_fbLMlohKwR-nT9_zPYUWNAXLyt_Li84LmLtwX8r13iKPdQ195BhW3BV6Vjkox5r1Jj8gNRwtalbpVw1n5d_4FY7fyDZ9RmLRLHFkNfKHeaI2LpNKz3_dLA0YFNQyIKs8cThdiBmXzUExE0S9ENiI4OVnxIQohFa0C1UxjYKEBT_MJXqGXxztaGG/s1600/07-05-181%20Munich%20Central%20Station%20Arrival.png"/></a></div></p>
<p>Anyway, since I've gone Bus-Sub-ICE up to now, I figure I might as well
make this another symmetric wrap, and take the U1 subway from the Munich
central station (finally a real subway) to the Westfriedhof ("West
Cemetery") station...</p>
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<p>...and then from there the bus 164 back to the Zaunerstraße ("Fencer
Street"), which is only about 6 STEPs away from my home.</p>
<p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEpqGWjUwCW-T_oCMh5Dlvd0y_xryZId3F5m1NuJO-IE9DLbncUCi2fB5Y3eHkB6OzTFcJPOzHH_cstdJMG5pUl4j5OJwS-x-X7aTkFun9kAFehrbl-Tnbg4Bc9AZLX_jK-mWCgFjq6VwNoUSsclNUaOoYVyhHc-810fkWgux80SQ51X0oNCj8MUnJ/s1600/07-05-183%20Munich%20Bus.png" style="display: block; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEpqGWjUwCW-T_oCMh5Dlvd0y_xryZId3F5m1NuJO-IE9DLbncUCi2fB5Y3eHkB6OzTFcJPOzHH_cstdJMG5pUl4j5OJwS-x-X7aTkFun9kAFehrbl-Tnbg4Bc9AZLX_jK-mWCgFjq6VwNoUSsclNUaOoYVyhHc-810fkWgux80SQ51X0oNCj8MUnJ/s1600/07-05-183%20Munich%20Bus.png"/></a></div></p>
<p>Arriving back at the Fox Loft, I instinctively brace myself for whatever
chaos my two cats might have produced in my absence. Fortunately, it turns
out to be <em>relatively</em> harmless, and while they <em>did</em>
manage to get back into the food cabinet again, they didn't ransack it too
much this time around (still, some fresh tape is needed).</p>
<p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdABeBmPnwHG33Zwtaexk7ER8kTH9F2Sy4PPAtnzFukdvt9FvC-WBoSrgMH9KOt-QfCmOF9Zqete8KHjZLg1rMZQDY7QKQrMyMRaBxtBvd3MRLFL3NNvXi_raBChMYwossISSvMn2apKK9TyOFe-cdhY4neFfUUsihZxEw-RBuyDlysuL6Xe_3LLPG/s1600/07-05-184%20Cat%20Damage.png" style="display: block; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdABeBmPnwHG33Zwtaexk7ER8kTH9F2Sy4PPAtnzFukdvt9FvC-WBoSrgMH9KOt-QfCmOF9Zqete8KHjZLg1rMZQDY7QKQrMyMRaBxtBvd3MRLFL3NNvXi_raBChMYwossISSvMn2apKK9TyOFe-cdhY4neFfUUsihZxEw-RBuyDlysuL6Xe_3LLPG/s1600/07-05-184%20Cat%20Damage.png"/></a></div></p>
<p>Of course I'm still glad to see them again. And with that, my trip
to Düsseldorf comes to an end. After what feels like almost a full Odyssey
(duration: 9.5 years), I have finally arrived at a job that I want to and
can stay for a long time. As of writing this, I have successfully passed
my probation period, and with my part-time contract and overtime
compensation, I finally have time for my projects and also the petal
rides. As such, my next petal ride is already coming up, and I shall tell
you about it in the next chapter of the Travelling Fox Blog.<br>
</p>
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<li><a href="#recap">The Petals thus far</a></li>
<li><a href="#title">Part 6 ~ The Petal of the Rabbit</a></li>
<li><a href="#across">Across and Above</a></li>
<li><a href="#place">The Place</a></li>
<li><a href="#shopping">Soyensee Skirting</a></li>
<li><a href="#inntal">Into the Infamous Inntal</a></li>
<li><a href="#retrospective">The Retrospective</a></li>
<li><a href="#hilly">Hilly Havoc</a></li>
<li><a href="#ahead">The Road Ahead</a></li>
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<p>Last chapter, I declared that I finally wanted to revive my petal
project, after having taken a work-necessitated break from it for over a
year. Now, I make good on that announcement. However, since it has been
quite some time since the last Petal Ride, and some new readers may not be
familiar with the concept, let us first have a short recap of... </p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Petals thus far</span></h3>
<p>After "finishing" my travels around the world in 2019, I decided to get
to know my own home country a bit better. To do so, I initiated a project
inspired by the eastern zodiac which would have me do multi-day cycling
tours in all 12 cardinal directions around Munich. The first of these
"Petal Rides" was the Snake Petal in Jun-2019, taking me to the southeast
to the Thalhäusl, an annual board game meeting (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2019/11/book-iii-chapter-8-project-petal-part-1.html">Book
III ~ Chapter 8 ~ Project Petal Part 1 ~ To The Thalhäusl</a>).</p>
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<p>The second such ride was the Petal of the Tiger, where I visited my
Grandmother living quite a bit outside the city in a little village known
as Ruprechtsberg. That was on the occasion of All Saint's Day in 2019 (see
<a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2020/02/book-iii-chapter-11-project-petal-part.html">Book
III ~ Chapter 11 ~ Project Petal Part 2 ~ The Ruprechtsberg Ride</a>).</p>
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<p>Following a winter break in which the world broke, the next big tour I
made was technically not a Petal Ride, but more of a Disk Ride, cycling
all around the Munich highway ring on 11-Mar-2020, I covered a total of
127km in an epic 13.25 hour tour that I am not going to beat, ever™. With
that, I ended up covering the innermost segments of all twelve petals in
one fell swoop... well, maybe with a bit of an offset anyway (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2020/04/book-iii-chapter-13-corona-and-century.htmlhttps://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2020/04/book-iii-chapter-13-corona-and-century.html">Book
III ~ Chapter 13 ~ Corona and the Century Circadian Circuit</a>).</p>
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<p>In May-2020, I should proceed to visit a vulpine friend of mine, who
conveniently lives at the terminus of the Goat Petal. My tour there should
lead me around the Starnberger See and the Ammersee, two of Munich's great
lakes (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2020/05/book-iii-chapter-14-project-petal-part.html">Book
III ~ Chapter 14 ~ Project Petal Part 3 ~ A Verily Vulpine Voyage)</a>.</p>
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<p>One year after the start of the project, in Jun-2020, there should be a
slight paradigm shift to the Petal Rides. Up until now, I always did those
to get to some place that I wanted to be, but from here on out, I would do
them for the sake of getting out there, seeing the landscape and getting
some exercise. Thus, from here on out I would be staying in Airbnbs and
also use the "rest days" at the termini for another "short" ride around
the area. The first of these new kind of Petal Rides should take me east
towards the Lech river valley as part of the Rooster Petal (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2020/08/interlude-project-petal-part-4-lechtal.html">Interlude
~ Project Petal Part 4 ~ Lechtal Liveliness</a>).</p>
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<p>The last petal before the "big break" was in Aug-2020, when I established
my three-day-record of 214km for all the rides of the Boar Petal. I should
also almost reach the great river Donau. Almost, but not quite (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2020/09/interlude-project-petal-part-5-tri-day.html">Interlude
~ Project Petal Part 5 ~ The Tri-day Two-hundred Tour</a>).</p>
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<p>After that, things happened. I got my two cats, Jamie and Toledo. Work
got kinda busy too. The Green Shnolz had its next big stage entries that
pretty much laid waste to all of 2021... and thus, I didn't get around to
do any Petal Rides at all in all of 2021. I did quite a number of day
trips in the meantime, but none that did not end up with me back in the
Fox Loft at night. However, that ends now, because now it is finally time
for...</p>
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<h1><span style="color: orange;">Part 6 ~ The Petal of the Rabbit</span></h1>
<i><b>13-Apr-2022 - 15-Apr-2022</b></i>
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<p>Up until now, all of the petals were spaced-out from one another, and
formed a nice five-petaled flower pattern around Munich. However, with
this ride, I have to break that pattern. Four petals are available that
are not immediately between two already covered petals, so I resolve to do
one of those. And in an amazing conjuncture of fate that was <em>totally</em>
not planned, I should end up making my ride over the Easter holidays this
year towards the east to cover the Rabbit Petal. With this being my first
multi-day in over one-and-a-half years, I should be quite excited and also
a bit anxious as I set out towards the eastern landscape, and rightly so,
because even just the trip there should end up taking me... </p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Across and Above</span></h3>
<i><b>13-Apr-2022</b></i><br>
<i><b>Distance: </b>75.0km</i><br>
<i><b>Ascents: </b>350m</i><br>
<i><b>Duration: </b>7.75h</i><br>
<b>6/12<span style="color: green;">🎁︎</span></b><br>
<p>My ultimate destination for this ride is the city of Wasserburg ("Water
Castle"). However, that is only my goal for tomorrow. Today, I am only
going as far as the town of Soyen, where I've found a nice Airbnb to stay
at. To get there, I first have to make my way east out of Munich. I pass
north of the Speichersee ("Reservoir Lake"), and then further to the east
across the remainder of the Munich gravel plains. After crossing THE
BOUNDARY, my progress slows significantly as I have to deal with quite
some ups and downs. Simultaneously, my bearing turns more towards
southeast, and after a few more hours of that I reach Soyen. Also, along
the way I pass through a total of six counties: Munich is a gimme, and
then there's Munich County, which is actually a different county than the
city of Munich. Afterwards, there's quite a bit of Erding ("Earthing"),
and I graze the northern edge of Ebersberg ("Boar Mountain")
ever-so-slightly, travelling about 1.5km within it. Following that, I make
my way through the southwestern appendage of Mühldorf ("Mill Village")
before finally crossing over into Rosenheim ("Rose Home") near the very
end.</p>
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<p>It is 7:30 by the time I finally get going, which is actually kinda late
by my standards. As such, the sun has already risen, and for the next hour
or so, my way should lead more or less directly into the sunrise.</p>
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<p>As I pass through the park south of the railway yard, I come across an
interesting streamlined electric trike going the same way as me.</p>
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<p>And just a little bit later, as I make my way along the Frankfurter Ring,
another trike of similar build passes me by. Must be trike day today. </p>
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<p>Not long after that, I pass the RamBar-ZamBar...</p>
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<p>...and soon enough I find myself in that massive belt of green that is
the English Garden of Munich. Well, okay, since the trees are not yet in
bloom, there's not all that much green just yet, but give it another month
and the whole belt will be filled with lush foliage. As an old folk song
says, May is typically the month when the trees come into leaf here in
Germany.</p>
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<p>It is also there that I cross the Isar by means of the Isarsteg
Unterföhring ("Isar Footbridge Lower Leading").</p>
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<p>With that, I am finally out of the city - after about an hour and a half
- and start cycling past the first few fields.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Feeling a bit daring, I decide to make my way through an interesting
looking underpass and see if I can take a shortcut that way.</p>
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<p>Turns out the answer to that is "Very No". Now, I might have a reputation
for being stubborn and forcing my way, but this thicket is clearly to much
for my trusty bike Jycily to handle no matter how much Fury I throw at it.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>So, I end up going another way, following the Isar Channel to the
Speichersee and passing beneath the Highway Circle of Munich at the site
of an underpass-channel-bridge of quite interesting design.</p>
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<p>After that, I end up on the road running parallel to the northern edge of
the Speichersee, though I don't really get to see anything of the lake for
now.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>The reason for this is a quite extensive BMW test facility, where I
really, <strong>really, <em>really</em></strong> hope they're only
testing electric vehicles in this day and age. The whole thing is over
three kilometres long, and although there technically <em>is</em> a path
running between the facility and the lake, that path is presently closed
because of <em>reasons</em>.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>As such, it is not until I reach the causeway dividing the western and
eastern basins of the Speichersee that I finally get to see the lake.</p>
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<p>However, once I finally get there, I am rewarded with a beautiful sight:
Apparently, today the weather is dry enough that I can see all the way to
the alps from here.</p>
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<p>Now, this is actually the second time I've been to the Speichersee now.
The first time was when I cycled along the southern edge on my way to
Ruprechtsberg in the Tiger Petal, and it was then that I already crossed
the causeway partway. However, by now I do not know anymore just how far
in I've crossed it, and since I really do want to connect the two rides
here, I end up riding all the way to the other shore across the causeway,
and then back again. That's another 2km on the clock.</p>
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<p>After that, I proceed to cycle along the north shore of the lake all the
way to the town of Neufinsing ("New Fin Sing"). This time around, there
fortunately is a scenic shoreline path available.</p>
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<p>It is in Neufinsing - specifically short after crossing the bridge in
front of the hydroelectric power plant, which the Speichersee serves as a
reservoir for - that I cross paths with the Tiger Petal again, and thus
finally leave the area circumscribed by it. From now on, I am in (for me)
unexplored territory.</p>
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<p>Unexplored territory is always particularly fun. You never know what you
might find. For example, on a farm along the way, I come across a horse
bearing a cutie mark. How swell.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>And a little bit further on, I come across a quite expertly disguised
Geocache at the bank of a stream.</p>
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<p>South of Ottenhofen ("Otting Farming"), I come across a curious signpost
leading the way to Osterhasenhausen ("Easter Bunny Housing").</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Fueled by my natural curiosity, I stop there and try follow the trail it
points though for a bit. However, before long, the trail becomes
increasingly haphazard and riddled with thorns, so with no clear goal in
sight, I eventually turn back and proceed on my way further east.</p>
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<p>By now, I have reached aforementioned short segment where I graze the
Landkreis Ebersberg. This is also the one segment where I have to cycle
along a big Landstraße ("Country Road"). Fortunately, there's not all that
many cars on it right now.</p>
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<p>I follow that road until I reach the town of Pastetten ("Pasttries")...</p>
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<p>...which is also where I sit down to have my lunch on a bench in the
relative shade of a wayside cross in a field near the town. Lunch, that is
a cream cheese sandwich and a Müsli bar for today.</p>
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<p>As a point of curiosity: This particular wayside cross is dedicated to
the memory of the Flurbereinigung ("Floor Cleaning" = "Land
Consolidation") of 1959-68. Apparently, that was quite a harrowing
process, if they built a cross for it, and while the basic premise of land
consolidation - namely re-arranging owned land so that fragmented property
is re-combined - is valid, it also tends to have a number of averse
effects, such as the loss of hedgerows, straightening of brooks, loss of
fallow areas, and a general loss of biodiversity. As such, memorials such
as these, while not common, still can be found in a few places here and
there.</p>
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<p>The next town down the road is Reithofen ("Ride Farming")...</p>
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<p>...which is slightly unusual in that it only has 3/11 of a Maibaum ("May
Pole"). Now, I know of the traditional custom of Maibaumstehlen ("May Pole
Stealing"), where neighboring villages try to steal one another's Maibäume
before they are erected on the 1st of May, but I haven't heard of anyone
stealing half trees. Also, isn't it only just April?</p>
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<p>After Reithofen, I realize that I have reached THE BOUNDARY. Now, there
might not be any steep hills around just yet, and the road may <em>look</em>
flat, but riding my bike, I can clearly feel that the road starts sloping
upwards.</p>
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<p>The upside of that is that I'm getting great views again. The Alps are
still in sight, and if I'm not <em>entirely</em> mistaken, then that
might be the Wendelstein ("Coil Stone"), at the foot of which lies the
Thalhäusl, to which my very first Petal Ride led me.</p>
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<p>It is also on that particular elevation that I come across a quartet of
deer grazing peacefully in the middle of a field. quite some distance away
from the nearest cover.</p>
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<p>After that, I first arrive in Mitterbuch ("Middle Book"), which belongs
to the community of Buch am Buchrain ("Book at the Book In")...</p>
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<p>...and subsequently have to work my way up to Oberbuch ("Upper Book"),
which as the name suggests is quite a few meters above Mitterbuch, making
me use the lower gears of Jycily for the first time on this ride.</p>
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<p>There, I take a left turn and unexpectedly find myself on the trail of
the historic Schlacht von Hohenlinden ("Battle of High Limetrees"), which
took place on 3-Dec-1800 during the Napoleonic Wars in this very area. I'm
literally cycling through history here! The French forces were coming from
the direction of Pastetten, while the allied Bavarian and Austrian forces
were trying to hold them off in the area of Maitenbeth ("Maid Bed") and
Marsmeier ("Mars Dairy Farmer").</p>
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<p>Befittingly of such a historic battleground, the going starts getting
just a little bit tougher too, taking me first across a shallow ford.</p>
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<p>And then through a forest where it is not only the incline that does
become considerable, but also the path that is poorly maintained and
littered with broken-off branches and other obstacles. As such, I end up
having to get off and push Jycily up the 500m long 10% steep slope.</p>
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<p>As you can imagine, that act slows down my progress considerably, and by
the time I reach the top, my lunacy-meter has drained considerably.</p>
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<p>Immediately afterwards, I realize that I made a very typical mistake when
planning my tour: Instead of going with the flow (aka, following the river
valleys), this part of my ride takes me <em>perpendicular</em> to the
valleys, meaning that just now I get a nice downhill ride to Burgrain
("Castle Into"), but immediately afterwards have to pay the price by
cycling up the hill on the other side of the valley. Fortunately, this
time around the roads are well-paved, so even though I have to switch to
the absolutely lowest gear, I am still able to pedal my way up this steep
beast of a slope.</p>
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<p>Fortunately, for today it's only those two hills that serve as major
slowdown points, and after I reach Buchschachen ("Book Chessing"), the
road is mostly level or even sloping downwards. Makes sense, considering
that what I've just crossed was the drainage divide between the Isar and
the Inn.</p>
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<p>Now, I don't know if I am only now noticing this, or if this is a recent
development that happened in the last two years, but I do now note that
quite an impressive number of farmers seem to have gone solar panel galore
on the roofs of their buildings.</p>
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<p>The next village I pass through ends up being quite Dull ("Oed")...</p>
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<p>...but fortunately it's not Oberöd ("Totally Dull").</p>
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<p>Shortly thereafter, I pass through aforementioned historic Maitenbeth,
where feral placarding is prohibited in the entire municipal area.</p>
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<p>Not only was Maitenbeth one of the central strategic points in the
Schlacht von Hohenlinden, it also is located on a hill that makes life
miserable for bicyclists to this very day.</p>
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<p>As I cycle through the next historic town of Marsmeier at the foot of the
hill, I wonder how this area might have looked back when the battle was
ongoing.</p>
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<p>Here's how that might have played out: At roughly 12:50, Kira Resari
broke through the French lines of General Moreau in Oberbuch, leading a
commando of one bike. In a daring maneuver, he circumvented the allied
Austrian and Bavarian troops under the command of Erzherzog Johann
stationed at Isen by cutting directly through the forest to arrive at
Burgrain at roughly 13:20. From there, he managed to stay behind the
allied Austrian and Bavarian lines and reached Maitenbeth by 14:15,
shortly before the French divisions Decaen and Richepanse seized the town.
Narrowly avoiding capture, Kira completed his daring breakthrough by
heading further east...</p>
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<p>...at which point I finally spot a sign pointing to this petal's pivotal
place: The city of Wasserburg.</p>
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<p>A bit further down the road, I come across an interesting bus stop along
the way. You see, for while thinking is strictly forbidden at most bus
stops in Germany, at this one, you're explicitly free to think.</p>
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<p>By now, I am already getting quite close to today's destination. I pass
by the hamlets of Luxstätt ("Lynx Place") and Brandstätt ("Fire Place")...</p>
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<p>...and then come past a dummy cyclist at the turnoff to Bräustett ("Brew
Place"). The speed limit it proposes is something that I, being a cyclist
myself, can fully identify with and support.</p>
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<p>After that, I pass through some Wooden Stuff ("Holzkram")...</p>
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<p>...before spotting some unusual non-wooden stuff in the vicinity of
Rechtmehring ("Right Amassing") arranged in the shape of a modern totem
pole or something.</p>
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<p>The last village I pass before reaching my destination for today is
Brunnthal ("Well Valley")...</p>
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<p>...and then I enter the northern outskirts of the Landkreis Rosenheim.
Come to think of it, I think this is the only border sign I've seen today.
I must have crossed those other borders on smuggling routes or something.</p>
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<p>Clearing the top of the last little hill along the way, the Soyensee
finally comes into sight...</p>
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<p>...and one short downhill ride later, I arrive at the town of Soyen,
which is my destination for the day.</p>
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<p>As I mentioned before, I have booked an Airbnb in this town, which brings
us to...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Place</span></h3>
<p>Here in Soyen, I am staying at a cottage not far from the Soyensee. It's
a building of rustic style yet modern make...</p>
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<p>...the owner of which clearly has a good sense of humor.</p>
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<p>In there, I get a room in the corner of the house, which is outfitted
with floor heating,</p>
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<p>One thing that is quite important for my personal taste is that there's a
kitchen for me to use...</p>
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<p>...and the fact that there's feline company to go around is an added
bonus.</p>
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<p>If cats ain't your thing, this place got geese too. Not live ones,
though.</p>
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<p>I've also got a bathroom all to myself. The shower in there is kinda
funky though, allowing yourself to get wet from eight sides at once.</p>
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<p>The toilet is kinda unusual too, featuring a seat that's tall instead of
flat, elevating the seating surface by about 10cm.</p>
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<p>Finally, the place features a deck from which you can watch the sun set
over the Soyensee.</p>
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<p>However, that is then. Now, I still have a supply run to make, and that
one should end up with me doing some...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Soyensee Skirting</span></h3>
<i><b>13-Apr-2022</b></i><br>
<i><b>Distance: </b>5.5km</i><br>
<i><b>Ascents: </b>70m</i><br>
<i><b>Duration: </b>1.0h</i><br>
<p>Now, before I can rest today, there's still one thing that I need to do,
and that is go shopping. And since Soyen seems to be more of a village
than a town, it doesn't have its own grocery store. Fortunately, there's
one such store a little bit outside the village that I can use, but doing
so should end up being another little tour on its own. And since I
apparently still seem to have a bit of Lunacy left for today, I decide to
extend that trip just a bit to cycle once around the Soyensee.</p>
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<p>As I set out again, I soon enough come past a meadow in the centre of
Soyen, which is blooming for more biodiversity - at least according to a
sign planted there.</p>
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<p>Soon enough, I come past a signpost directing me towards the store that I
seek, which is called the Laden im Thal ("Store in the Vahlley").</p>
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<p>As the name suggest, the next bit of the path leads me... uphill??? I
should have grown suspicious of the fact that the road was named
Kitzbergstraße ("Fawn Mountain Road").</p>
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<p>It's quite an ascent again. But fortunately, going up on the one side
means that I get to ride down on the other side of the Kitzberg
thereafter.</p>
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<p>As such, I can let my bike roll out almost all the way to the Laden im
Thal, where I find that bicyclists like me are quite welcome. There's even
a little shed for parking bikes specifically. And the store itself, while
not big, still carries everything I need.</p>
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<p>On my way back I give the Kitzberg a wide berth, and instead turn west
towards the hamlet of Seeburg ("Lake Castle"), thus passing south of the
Soyensee.</p>
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<p>Once in Seeburg, I leave the road behind and proceed on a gravel road
leading by the west shore of the Soyensee.</p>
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<p>Though very soon, the road degrades to what wins field path of the day by
default, even if compared to some other rides this is pretty tame. And
yet, I can imagine that in mid-summer, when the grass is at it's highest,
this path might become quite challenging.</p>
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<p>And after that, it's not long before I'm back at my stay place again.
There, I cook myself up some dinner in the form of spaghetti with tomato
sauce. However, for once, this seemingly simple feat should become quite a
challenge. You see, my host has a gas-stove, and the gas should go off
mid-cooking of the spaghetti, forcing us to get a new gas tank from the
garage. Also, the pot I ended up using was kinda funky: A tall and narrow
put with an integrated strainer. Add all of this together and you get a
clump of spaghetti that is more a solid mass than individual pasta. It's
still edible, but... weird. Also, on top of it all, these were spelt
spaghetti, making this meal even more of a curio.</p>
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<p>But oh well, at least they fill me up, and that's all I need. Some energy
to help me rebuild my stamina over night, because I sure should need it as
tomorrow would lead me...</p>
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<a href="#top" name="inntal"><span style="font-size: 75%;">↑ to top</span></a><br>
<h3><span style="color: orange;">Into the Infamous Inntal</span></h3>
<i><b>14-Apr-2022</b></i><br>
<i><b>Distance: </b>46.0km</i><br>
<i><b>Ascents: </b>450m</i><br>
<i><b>Duration: </b>6.5h</i><br>
<b>4/11<span style="color: green;">🎁︎</span></b>
<p>The next morning, I get up just in time to see the sun rise in the east,
which is usually considered a good sign by many cultures.</p>
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<p>Breakfast consists of a Käsestange ("Cheese Straw") and a Dinkelbreze
("Spelt Pretzel") plus some tea. Enough to get me started for another day
of cycling.</p>
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<p>Today's route should lead me first south into Wasserburg, and then across
the Inn. From there, I should head east until I am <em>this</em> close to
the county of Traunstein ("Marry-a-Stone"), and then instead turn north
into the county of Mühldorf. I cross back over the Inn at Gars ("Nas"),
and soon thereafter head back south towards Soyen again.</p>
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<p>It's roughly 8:30 by the time I finally set out into a sunny morning.
Naturally, I've applied plenty of sunscreen. The leaves may not be on the
trees just yet, but still... being a half-vampire or something, my skin
pretty much combusts the second a single UV-ray hits it, so better be on
the safe side.</p>
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<p>Having learned from yesterday, I avoid the Kitzberg on my way out and
consequently find myself on a very well-maintained and flat road that even
features a bike path.</p>
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<p>Going that way, the first place that I come across is the hamlet of
Lamsöd ("Lamb's Dull")...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>...and soon thereafter, I leave the paved road behind and embark on a
gravel road, which is still basically okay.</p>
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<p>The weather today is good, but it seems to be a bit more humid than
yesterday, because while I can still see the Alps in the distance, they
are distinctively more obscured than before.</p>
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<p>Following that path, I approach the hamlet of Kirchreit ("Church Ride"),
and the view I get turns out to be the perfect panorama of a rural idyll.</p>
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<p>After that, my way leads me down the Ditch ("Graben")...</p>
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<p>...which is quite fitting, considering that this is where the road
descends into the Inntal with truly astounding steepness. I already
shudder in anticipation of the fact that I'll have to ascend this not only
once, but twice again today, considering the opposing bank of the Inn is
just as steep.</p>
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<p>But anyway, here it is, the Inn, one of the six great rivers of Bavaria,
along with the Iller, Lech, Isar, Main, and naturally the mighty Donau
into which almost all the rivers in southern Bavaria do flow. Also, the
Inn is Bavaria's second-biggest river, carrying almost, but not <em>quite</em>
as much water as the Donau does before it merges with the Inn at Passau
("Pass Sow"). From my current vantage point, the Inn is still shyly hiding
in the shade of aforementioned steep opposing bank, but I should get
closer quite soon.</p>
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<p>But before that, I still need to make my way south through some of the
occasional Inn floodplains. Those are, as a matter of fact, not the rule.
For much of its course, the Inn has carved out a narrow valley with steep
hills or even cliffs on both sides, so even narrow fluvial plains like
these are the exception. As a result of this, the Inntal is infamous among
cyclists.</p>
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<p>Soon enough, I find myself inside an Innside forest on a narrow bank
between the Inn and the steep hillside...</p>
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<p>...where I come across the very daring Inn Trails, or as I'd call it, the
Death Death Biking Suicide Jump Parcours, which is located squat beneath
the Inn bridge of the 304 federal highway. You wouldn't be able to pay me
enough to make me dare those, and yet I bet there's people who are even
willing to <em>pay</em> for a chance to break their necks here.</p>
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<p>Just a little bit past that, I finally get a full, clear view of the
majestic Inn in all its glory, and can even see the towers of Wasserburg
in the distance.</p>
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<p>But before that, I still pass an old coal adit, or rather, a memorial
re-construction of an adit entrance. You see, between 1890 and 1920, this
area was used for brown coal mining. While not particularly plentiful,
these relatively meager veins were still a welcome and much-needed relief
in the dire times during and after the first World War.</p>
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<p>The last thing I come across before finally reaching Wasserburg is a
polyreligious prayer station. Reading the central prayers of Judaism,
Islam, Hinduism, Christianity and Buddhism side by side is quite an
experience. I've already had a feeling that the three monotheistic
religions might be having a problem, but reading their authoritarian
prayers in contrast to the really harmonious prayers of Hinduism ("Let
there be peace, peace, peace") and Buddhism ("May they spend their life in
happiness!") really drives home the point. Basically, the three prayers of
the Monotheistic religions are all about praising their god, while the
prayers of Hinduism and Buddhism are about making the world a better
place.</p>
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<p>After that, I finally arrive at Wasserburg, and I say at because I
decided to stay on the shore of the Inn for now rather than cycling
straight through the old town.</p>
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<p>Doing so should allow me to follow the Skulpturenweg ("Sculpture Path")
on the bank of the river, and while the sculptures are pretty much modern
art all the way, they still promise to be quite amusing.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Many of them simply make me go "Woo, that sure is geometry!", though
frankly, I don't even know if names exist for half of the things that I
see here.</p>
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<p>And of those that are not abstract in nature, many are humanoid. Sadly,
there doesn't seem to be a single non-human animal-sculpture around.</p>
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<p>The next bigger group is the stone sculptures, featuring things like a
molten stone as well as an... uh... crucified stone.</p>
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<p>Now here's something of which I'm not sure whether it is a sculpture or
not, but regardless, the limestone cliffs on the far side of the Inn are
equally imposing and intimidating.</p>
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<p>Moving on, there's this memorial erected in memory of a young, promising,
now regrettably deceased artist who was slain on this very spot by a stray
NASA re-entry capsule.</p>
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<p>Then, there's this kinda unusual subterranean sculpture, suggesting a
sublime sublimation of subconscious subterfuge...</p>
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<p>...and just gimme a minute to recall what you call this thing.</p>
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<p>After that, I cross over the Inn at the traditional Wasserburger
Innbrücke, which to this date still leads through a city gate.</p>
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<p>Immediately after the bridge, I become subject to the dreaded ascent up
the far side of the Inntal. Fortunately, it turns out that at this
particular position, the ascent is long, yet not all that steep, so I
manage to make my way up the slope with <em>relative</em> ease.</p>
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<p>Even so, by the time I reach the top, I am quite beat. However, in
exchange, I am rewarded with a great view on the historic old town of
Wasserburg sitting in the loop of the meandering Inn.</p>
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<p>For the next part, my route takes me along a busy road. Fortunately,
there's a separate small cycling road a short distance off the car road.</p>
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<p>Yet soon enough I should get a chance to turn off that big main road and
continue through smaller towns nearby, such as Neudeck ("New Deck")...</p>
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<p>...and the village of Penzing am Penzinger See ("Penzing at the Penzing
Lake").</p>
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<p>My next big milestone for today is the town of Gars, which is where the
next cyclist-navigable bridge across the Inn is located. Now, I could just
follow the main road to get there, but I believe by now you all know me
well enough to guess that the path I choose looks more like this:</p>
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<p>As such, I soon enough end up in a forested area again...</p>
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<p>...and when I emerge from them, I find myself in a quite idyllic
back-country area.</p>
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<p>The terrain here is quite hilly, and as a result of that, there's a
number of really nice downhill rides...</p>
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<p>...but as a direct consequence of that, there's naturally also quite a
number of ascents, like the one up to Gumpertsham ("Puddle Have").</p>
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<p>It is only here that I finally spy the first windmills I see on this
ride, right next to the Fernsehturm Schneitsee ("TV Tower Snows Lake").
Those are actually already all the way over in Traunstein.</p>
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<p>My closest approach to Traunstein on this ride should be in the village
of Kirchloibersdorf ("Church Wombs Village"), where I'm only 600m away
from the border. Had I realized I was this close, I likely would have
extended my ride a bit, possibly all the way to the windmills, in order to
connect that county as well. But as it is, I cycle by blissfully ignorant
of that opportunity.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Instead, I proceed further north, and before long cross the border to
Mühldorf county instead.</p>
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<p>Shortly thereafter, a motorized trike passes me by. Apparently, this is a
good week for trikes of all kinds.</p>
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<p>The next challenge I face is the climb to Oberreit ("Upper Ride"). As the
name suggests, it is on the top of a hill, and whereas the climb up the
Inntal was long but basically okay, the climb up here is short and brutal.</p>
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<p>One local attraction that I pass by is the Wildfreizeitpark Oberreit
("Wildlife Amusement Park Upper Ride"). It's quite busy today on account
of all the kids having Easter holidays right now. Fortunately, I'm only
passing through.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Subsequently, I slowly start heading back towards the Inn again, passing
through the village of Wang ("Cheek") along the way, which is one of those
typical rural villages that not only serve as a crossroads for cycling
roads but also prohibit the use of cooling units at night.</p>
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<p>It is around here that I finally find a suitable spot for taking my lunch
break. With the sun shining down quite intensely, I am naturally intent on
searching some shady shelter, and I do finally find it in the shape of an
rustic rural bus stop house. There, I sit down, cool off and consume my
lunch in the shape of another Dinkelbreze and Käsestange (regrettably, the
Laden im Thal did not have that much of a selection of baked goods).</p>
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<p>From there on, I pass by the hamlets of Eckstall ("Corner Stable")...</p>
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<p>...as well as another Brandstätt. Seems that is a popular name for
hamlets in these parts. Incidentally, the distance between this one and
the Brandstätt of yesterday is pretty much exactly 11.11km. I wonder if
I'll pass through a third Brandstätt on my ride back to Munich tomorrow.</p>
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<p>And then, there's a sign that I like to see, heralding my immediate and
easy descent back down into the Inn valley.</p>
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<p>One rapid ride downhill, and I am back at the level of the Inn again,
which I cross via the bridge near Gars.</p>
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<p>It comes as no surprise that the road goes up again on the other side.
However, what comes as quite a shock is the dreadful number on that sign
(for reference, 10%=pain).</p>
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<p>Thus, I end up having to fight my way up the most gruesome ascent yet,
and somehow, through sheer force of will, I actually manage to make it all
the way to the top of the short but steep slope without having to get off.</p>
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<p>At the top, it takes me approximately 5 minutes to catch my breath. While
doing so, I do note the rare "20 Zone" sign at the entrance to the old
town of Gars. This is highly unusual, and I didn't even know they made
signs like this. Usually, what you see is "30 Zone" signs all over the
place.</p>
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<p>Exploring that little old town for a bit, I come across a bakery
decorated with nice murals, and knowing that the bakery back in Soyen is
only open in the morning and as such has already closed by now, I take the
opportunity to buy tomorrow's breakfast and lunch right there and then. It
is only when I walk out of the bakery again that I realize I forgot to don
my Shnolz mask and no one complained about it. Apparently, here in the
countryside, the Green Shnolz is already over.</p>
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<p>Now, if you believe that the short 14% incline in Gars was already all of
the ascent back on this side of the Inn, then you are sorely mistaken. It
is only a little bit after leaving Gars behind that I find myself in a
road through a bit of woodland that again features quite a challenging
incline of maybe 10% or so... and this one actually goes on for quite a
bit, so I end up having to get off and catch my breath midway through. By
the way, the speed limit here is 70 km/h, and if I had any breath left
whatsoever, I would laugh about this. At this steep of a gradient, I'm not
even managing a measly 7 km/h.</p>
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<p>Once I finally reach the top, I soon enough pass through the hamlet of
Huttenstätt ("Huts Place"), where a pair of storks have apparently
recently blessed the locals with offspring...</p>
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<p>...and it is in Reichhut ("Rich Hat") that I come across a house that
features a room with a balcony made just for the mother-in-law.</p>
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<p>In this area, I somehow end up passing through a great number of hamlets
in quick succession, and each of them features a name that is interesting
in one way or another. There's Hörwart ("Listen Attendant"), Schafleiten
("Sheep Guiding"), Bobenstätt ("Boddom Place") and finally Bachenöd
("Streaming Dull").</p>
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<p>There, I turn off the main road for the last time today, and as a direct
consequence of that end up finding myself on an Alpaca farm.</p>
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<p>Afterwards, I have to make my way through a somewhat adventurous forest
path once again. I suppose that's gonna be a thing on this ride, isn't it?</p>
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<p>Adventurous though that path might have been, the Field Path of the Day
that follows is relatively tame. But then again, I don't want to know what
this path is going to look like in the growth season that is about to
follow.</p>
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<p>Back at the main road, I come across what I can only describe as a Bus
Stop++. This one features not only cushioned turning chairs, but a massive
table as well. Perfect for a game of cards while waiting long hours in the
rain for the bus to arrive.</p>
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<p>Moving on along the paved road from now on, the next place I come through
is the village of Lengmoos ("Length Moss")...</p>
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<p>...which is home to yet another partial my pole. Come to think of it,
I've heard that if a may pole is stolen, and the negotiation attempts to
buy it back fail, the thieves may end up cutting it up. Maybe that's what
happened here?</p>
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<p>The final ascent for today should be just past the hamlet of Bachmühle
("Brook Mill"), which is also where I re-enter Rosenheim county...</p>
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<p>...and after that, it's downhill almost all the way...</p>
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<p>...until I arrive back in Soyen again, this time from the north.</p>
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<p>The day is not quite over yet, though my legs are quite weary and I still
have the ride back tomorrow to consider. Fortunately, there's a quite
opportune option for spending the remainder of the afternoon in the form
of a conveniently located hairdressing place only 4 STEPs away from my
stay place.</p>
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<p>I've been meaning to get my yearly hair cut this month, yet somehow, I
never found the time... until just now. As such, this is finally the house
where I go in with long hair, and come out with short hair.<br>
</p>
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<p>After that, there's not much to be done for the day, and so I help myself
to the leftovers of yesterday's spaghettoid paste dinner...</p>
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<p>...and then head to bed. Tomorrow is the day when I head back to Munich
again. But before that, let's talk about...<br>
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<a href="#top" name="retrospective"><span style="font-size: 75%;">↑ to top</span></a><br>
<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Retrospective</span></h3>
<p>As usual these days, I had my own room, and though the bed was kinda
hard, it was a nice enough place to stay. Some food supplies were
included, and the atmosphere was nice and familiar, and I had a couple of
nice chats over meals with my host Andrea and her daughter, which made me
feel right at home. The bathroom was just outside my room, yet the shower,
while certainly imposing, turned out to be kinda crappy, with many of the
nozzles being furred up. It was quite a little ride to get my shopping
done, but the area generally was really nice. The free WiFi worked most of
the time, I had a kitchen, and the temperature was comfortable. It was a
bit expensive for my taste, but not too much so. Overall, that adds up to
a place that was good, but not great.</p>
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<p>So much for that. Now all that's left is to head back home. Unbeknownst
to me, however, I should end up facing some...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Hilly Havoc</span></h3>
<i><b>15-Apr-2022</b></i><br>
<i><b>Distance: </b>91.0km</i><br>
<i><b>Ascents: </b>500m</i><br>
<i><b>Duration: </b>9.75h</i><br>
<b>7/9<span style="color: green;">🎁︎</span></b>
<p>Since I've been able to hit a proper bakery with a variation of goods
yesterday in Gars, the breakfast today is a little bit more diverse. For
starters, I've got a whole grain croissant, and an apple turnover to go
with it.</p>
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<p>Afterwards, I quickly clear out my room...</p>
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<p>...and then set out again. Today, the weather doesn't look quite as nice,
but I'm sure it'll be alright. Maybe. If I'm lucky.</p>
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<p>As a matter of fact, it did already rain during the night, so
there's a chance that all the water has already come down. Fortunately, I
had the foresight to park Jycily in <em>just</em> the right spot.</p>
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<p>Today's ride should end up becoming the main event of this petal,
reaching a length of 91km, and with that tying out with the Plucky Paparoa
Pilgrimage in New Zealand (see <a href="http://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2017/08/chapter-29-mangapai-mania.html">Book
I ~ Chapter 29 ~ Mangapai Mania</a>). Due to a combination of local
geography and available Geocaches, I should first head a bit south and
then turn west, maintaining that general direction all the way to Munich
(though there should be some unforeseen complications, resulting in a
painful, painful detour). It is only once I'm well into Munich that I
start heading north and back home. Interestingly, on my way back I only
pass through a total of four counties, the main one being Ebersberg.</p>
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<p>But one thing at a time. For starters, I need to make my way out of
Soyen. Taking care to avoid a certain mountain, I pass by the city hall,
and take note of its lovingly designed facade that also bears practical
value: Should this building ever get randomly displaced to another city,
one would instantly know which city it belongs into, and which purpose it
serves. That also bears value in case the village gets hit by an
amnesia-ray.</p>
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<p>The same practical principle also is applied to the elementary school of
Soyen, which stands strongly in tune with nature...</p>
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<p>...which in turn may or may not be related to the Soyen bio mass heating
plant next door.</p>
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<p>After that, I finally leave Soyen behind and find myself on a
rain-stained road. Since by now I know my immediate surroundings well
enough, I have wisely chosen a flat route for the first part of my return
ride.</p>
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<p>The first places I come by are the hamlet of Wetterstett ("Weather
Place") and the village of Strohreit ("Straw Ride"). There's quite a few
places in the vicinity ending with -stett and -reit, isn't there?</p>
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<p>I also get one last look into the Inn valley, but due to the clouds/fog,
there's not really much to see beyond the line where the land sharply
drops off.</p>
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<p>As I head south, the weather keeps me on edge. Occasionally, it looks
like Radian is just about to break through the clouds...</p>
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<p>...but for the most part, the weather stays kinda gloomy.</p>
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<p>Cycling past the rain-wet fields, I am lucky enough to espy a falcon (or
is it a kestrel?) swooping low across the meadow...</p>
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<p>And then I pass by this kinda unusual traffic sign. It may seem intuitive
at first until you stop to think about it: An upside-down yield-triangle
with a frog annotation sign. Does that mean "<em>don't</em> yield for
frogs"?</p>
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<p>I figure this must be a good area for strange signs, because just a
little bit further, at the border of Rottmoos ("Rotting Moss"), I come
across the next one, and while it's meaning seems intuitive to me (I'm
guessing "Caution, hearing-impaired people are around"), this is not a
sign that I can recall ever having seen anywhere before.</p>
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<p>Next, I solve the mystery of why there are so many places ending on -reit
in this area as I reach the town Reitmehring ("Ride Amassing").</p>
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<p>This town is also known for being the seat of the great factory of
Meggle, which not only produces my favorite brand of locally produced
herbed butter, but also a wide range of other dairy products.</p>
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<p>That, and it also features a pair of Japanese Torii in front of the
factory, which makes this the second and third Torii I have randomly come
across on rides around Munich. Though just like the one I encountered on
my return tour from the Lechtal during the Rooster Petal, the concept of
what a Torii is appears to have eluded the people who put it there. A
Torii is a <em>gate</em> that leads to a <em>sacred place</em> such as a
<em>shrine</em>. As such, putting it in front of a wall is quite wrong, as
is putting a picnic table beneath it. But then again, the Japanese also
serve pretzels gratinated with cheese, tomatoes and potatoes as typical
German food, so I guess we're even.</p>
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<p>Going from there, the going is good and quick. The threatening sky holds
its water, and the route is mostly flat, so I pass through Viehhausen
("Livestock Housing") and Edling ("Noblen").</p>
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<p>Today it also seems to be a good day to spot birds of prey, for it is
just beyond there that I spot a hawk who obviously has been successful on
its hunt. </p>
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<p>The road remains mostly flat and straight for quite some time as I pass
through the Wolfrain forest...</p>
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<p>...and all the way to the hamlet of Nederndorf ("Lower Village").</p>
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<p>However, after that, things start getting more interesting (as in,
qualified to drain my Lunacy-meter). It starts as I turn off the main road
on a side road that is paved and reasonably well-maintained at first...</p>
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<p>...then turns into a New Zealand style well-maintained dirt road...</p>
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<p>...which in turn becomes a field track that is still basically okay...</p>
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<p>...right up until the point where it turns into an
are-you-sure-this-is-a-path?</p>
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<p>Since for once I am <em>not</em> sure this is a path, I have a look at
my map, and then backtrack to the point where I figure I must have lost my
intended route. Turns out the fork where I should have turned left was yet
another are-you-sure-this-is-a-path?</p>
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<p>However, this time around, I <em>am </em>sure, and certainly enough,
after crossing this... uhh... "stealth road field"... I find a proper path
continuing through the next bit of woodland.</p>
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<p>Fittingly, the village following the forest is named Forsting
("Foresten"), and it notably also contains another of the rare 20-Zones
that I last saw in Gars.</p>
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<p>It also contains a bench for really slim people.</p>
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<p>The next village I pas through is Springlbach ("Jump-let Brook")...</p>
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<p>...and it is about there that I reach the eastern edge of THE BORDER, and
that means the terrain gradually becomes more and more hilly again. For
the moment it's only small humps, but they should soon scale in size.</p>
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<p>But before it starts getting really bad, I first have to cross Tulling, a
village which such an obscure name that I can't think of an even remotely
plausible translation for once.</p>
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<p>It is here that I <em>could</em> have taken the easy road to Ebersberg
along the busy main road, but instead, I decide to try my luck with a
little detour south through the woodlands. I mean, how bad can it possibly
be?</p>
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<p>Quite bad, as it turns out. For once, while it is not raining anymore,
and it does look like I'll be able to get home in the dry, the forest
ground is not only wet, but outright muddy with huge puddles, which makes
cycling through it not enjoyable at all.</p>
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<p>But that's not even the worst, because it turns out that the path I had
intended to take is so steep and muddy that I decide not to cycle up there
after all. Instead, I end up heading further and further south on a path
that is still steep and muddy, but at least managably so.</p>
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<p>One quite torturous segment later, I emerge rather far up a hill and a
good bit further to the south than intended.</p>
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<p>Thankfully, this marks the end of both the uphill and muddy forest trail
segment. The downside is that the road down is rather rough, and so I can
only ride it down at reduced speed while constantly braking.</p>
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<p>It is only at the bottom that I reach a proper road again, which comes as
only a small relief, since this marks the beginning of what I like to call
the Doom Doom Hilltop Climb. On the plus side, the road is paved and
straight, but on the minus side it goes straight up at a steep gradient
all the way.</p>
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<p>And with "all the way" I do mean <em>all</em> the way. Unlike other
climbs up until now which had some downs in between, this one pretty much
goes up at various gradients, some worse than others. This should be my
longest climb today, and quite possibly in all of my rides up until now,
and the fact that I already suffered through some harrowing climbs in the
Inntal yesterday probably doesn't make it any better.</p>
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<p>By the time I reach the hamlet of Pollmoos ("Bitt Moss"), I am so beat
that I have to push my bike for the last ascent and then rest for several
minutes to catch my breath. This should not be the last climb for today,
but it was definitely the worst.</p>
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<p>After that, the ride grows a bit more relaxed, thankfully. After all, I
am up at the crest of the highlands now, and should stay up there all the
way until shortly after Traxl.</p>
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<p>After that, I ride down into the nearby valley, passing Oberndorf
("Waiter Village") and Langwied ("Long Meadow") on the way down.
Interestingly, there's a Langwied much closer to my home too, but that one
is still about 42km away as the spaceship flies.</p>
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<p>Shortly thereafter, I reach Ebersberg, and with it, the terminus of one
of Munich's S-Bahn lines. I still remember it as the final stop of the S5
from my youth, though currently it's actually the terminus of the S4 and
S6. As the name implies, the place is rather hilly, and so it comes as
little surprise that I am soon confronted with more ascents.</p>
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<p>Near the top of the town, I come across a garden featuring a cute little
decorative windmill with a little mannequin turning the handle to produce
wind... or is it the other way around?</p>
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<p>It is also there that I come across an interesting way of how to cancel a
one-way-road sign. I mean sure, we could simply, you know, take it off.
But hey, why would we do that if we can instead just cross it out with
specifically designed metal elements?</p>
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<p>And then, there's also a mighty old tree here: The Friedenseiche ("Peace
Oak"), which was planted in 1871 to commemorate the end of the
German-French war. Since then, this tree has managed to survive quite a
number of harrowing wars. Maybe I should make a note to hide out here when
the next war reaches us. Considering recent developments, that time may
actually be dreadfully close.</p>
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<p>But for now, let's not think about that. For the moment, I enjoy having
little other on my mind than the road ahead and the landscape around me.
Presently, I am leaving Ebersberg behind by means of a field road, passing
south of the Egglburger See ("Corner Castle Lake").</p>
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<p>Once again, I end up on a rather modest path, but fortunately this time
around the path is neither hilly nor muddy, and I can see where the route
continues.</p>
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<p>You might already have noticed how the weather has started to clear up
since leaving Ebersberg, and true enough, before long Radian breaks
through, and I get to see the first shadows of the day.</p>
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<p>For starters, this means I gotta put on sunscreen right away. Also, since
it's now just past noon anyway and I just so happen to come across a
suitable resting place there and then, I figure the timing for a lunch
break doesn't get any better than this. And neither does the content of
said lunch break, because back at the bakery of Gars, I was able to get
not only a Nussschnecke ("Nut Snail"), but also a Nussecke ("Nut Corner"),
which are easily my two favorite kinds of baked goods (you may wanna write
this down, this will be on the test). My Müsli bar is quite nutty too, by
the way. How nuts is that?</p>
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<p>Next, I pass by one of those places that always remind me of the
Eeveelutions: Kirchseeon ("Church-Lakeon"). I suppose that one would be a
Fairy/Water type. Incidentally, a second such place - namely Bergseeon
("Mountain-Lakeon") - is also just nearby. I'm going for Rock/Water for
that one and would totally add it to my party, despite the x4 weakness to
Grass.</p>
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<p>It is also here that I pass the official halfway point of my ride. Using
the big main roads, it would only be 26km either way from here. But then
again, where would be the fun in that?</p>
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<p>On the other side of Kirchseeon, I follow the Fuchsweg ("Fox Way") to the
forested Dachsberg ("Badger Mountain"), at which point I leave the urban
30km/h zone. Note that I would reach a speed even remotely close to that,
not unless I'm riding downhill.</p>
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<p>On the other side, I reach the village of Ilching, and with it another
place that I can't translate for the love of Dragon.</p>
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<p>Aaaand, with that, I have crossed the western edge of THE BORDER. The
Dachsberg was my last big climb for today, and as a matter of fact also
the highest point of today's ride, with an altitude of only a few meters
short of 600. From here on, it's more or less down, which is for the
better since I've still got a ways to go before I reach my home. As a
matter of fact, due to me living on the far side of Munich, I have not
even reached the halfway point of my ride yet despite having crossed over
half of the distance between Munich and Wasserburg.</p>
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<p>However, from here on out, the going should be <em>much</em> faster
since the paths are usually level or even slightly going downhill. As
such, I make good progress and before I know it have already skirted the
whole of the fields surrounding Zorneding ("Angry Thing").</p>
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<p>After that, there's the first stretch of a relaxed, straight and level
forest path since I passed Wolfrain earlier today.</p>
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<p>And soon thereafter, I pass the fork to Baldham ("Soon Have"), which
would be where my best friend Robert is living.</p>
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<p>As usual, I have been looking for Geocaches all along the way, and I have
actually also found each and every last one up until now, but they were
all pretty generic and as thus not noteworthy. Unlike this one! Not only
does it take some effort to find, but even after I found it I still need
some patience to figure out under which cap the log hides... well, not
really. Turns out I get lucky and manage it on my second try. But just to
make things more interesting for the next guy, I also put a Canadian coin
under one of the duds. Incidentally, this should also be the final
Geocache I find for today. All remaining ones would be ether DNFs or
passes, for one reason or another.</p>
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<p>Cutting across the fields from there, I soon reach the town of Grasbrunn
("Grass Well")...</p>
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<p>...which is where I first espy the landmark of Munich that is closest to
my home: The Olympiaturm ("Olympic Tower"). Standing pretty much exactly
5555m away from the Fox Loft, right now it is still roughly 18km from my
current location, and I definitely won't be able to make a beeline for it
anyway.</p>
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<p>The last place I pass through before entering the city of Munich again is
Solalinden ("Solar Lime Trees")...</p>
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<p>...and after that, I enter the final forest passage for the day.</p>
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<p>Figuring that this will be my last chance for a while to drain my Lunacy
Meter, I decide on a somewhat more adventurous path...</p>
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<p>...and am promptly rewarded for my bold choice with more muddy terrain. I
think that will be enough for today then.</p>
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<p>Ummm, I said "that will be enough", thank you???</p>
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<p>Fortunately, this final challenge path does not last for very long, and
yet, when I emerge, I am quite grateful to be able to ride on a nicely
paved cycling path for the next bit. I think my Lunacy Meter is properly
drained now.</p>
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<p>From here on out, the remainder of the ride takes me right through the
city. Along the way, I come past a kindergarten where THEY bring their
kids...</p>
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<p>...as well as another interesting trike. And here I thought that this
would be the one day on this tour where I wouldn't encounter one of those.</p>
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<p>Though I'm technically already long inside the city of Munich at this
point, the border here is kinda fuzzy, and so I eventually come across the
city sign of Munich near the terminus of the A995 highway.</p>
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<p>This is an interesting part of Munich all on itself. For one, there's the
Death Star Trench, also known as the Tegernseer Landstraße ("Tea Glad Lake
Country Road")...</p>
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<p>...and then, there's the upside down glass ship that marks the St.Quirin
Platz ("Saint Quirin Square") subway station... or maybe that's just the
protective covering of the Achilles chute at the end of the trench.</p>
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<p>From there, I proced through a series of conveniently chained parks...</p>
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<p>...which eventually take me all the way to the district of Thalkirchen
("Valley Churches"), where I cross back over the Isar near the Munich zoo.</p>
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<p>In a park on the other side, I come across what appears to be a
prehistoric telephone of sorts...</p>
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<p>...and also take note of how the first trees - the cherry trees in
particular - are just starting to go into bloom.</p>
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<p>By now, I am already deep within my familiar territory, and yet, I still
keep discovering new details, like this house facade that is painted in
such an artful way that it almost looks real until you take a closer look.</p>
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From there, it's not much longer until I finally reach the Fox Loft again,
tired, but undefeated. Also, though this was not my intention, I managed to
make a new 3-day record out of this: Whereas my record from the Boar Petal
was 214km and 1290m of altitude in 3 days, this time I have managed to cover
217.5km and 1370m of altitude, which is a new record in both categories.<br>
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<a href="#top" name="ahead"><span style="font-size: 75%;">↑ to top</span></a><br>
<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Road Ahead</span></h3>
<p>Though I am not looking to beat that record again, new rides will surely
follow. However, before that, there's yet one more change in my life that
quite directly affects what is yet to come. But that is a story for
another time, and will be told in the next chapter of the Travelling Fox
Blog.<br>
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<p><em><strong><a name="top"></a>22-Oct-2021 - 23-Oct-2021</strong></em></p>
<p><strong>Table of Contents</strong></p>
<ul>
<li><a href="#departure">The Day of Departure</a></li>
<li><a href="#to_toronto_airport">Approaching the Airport</a></li>
<li><a href="#toronto_airport">Prowling Pearson</a></li>
<li><a href="#flight">Nebulous Nighttime Navigation</a></li>
<li><a href="#munich_airport">Luggage Lateness</a></li>
<li><a href="#rtc">The Train Trip to Town</a></li>
<li><a href="#catty_catastrophe">Catty Catastrophe</a></li>
<li><a href="#road_ahead">The Road Ahead</a></li>
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<p>After three weeks in Canada, it is now time for me to head back home once
more. I may or may not return here one day, but even if I don't, I feel
like I've gotten a lot accomplished during my stay, especially considering
that I had a full-time job all the while.</p>
<p>But now, it's time to go back. For one, I am quite missing my two cats by
now. Also, after three weeks at a hotel, I am looking forward to actually
being able to cook for myself again. As such, I am in quite a positive
mood when I wake up on...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Day of Departure<br>
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<p><em><strong>22-Oct-2021</strong></em></p>
<p>I start out this final day with one last breakfast from the incredulous
and awe-inspiring bistro, which today amounts to Over-Easy Eggs with toast
and bacon (yes, actual bacon again this time) and fruit (for once, they
didn't accidentally give me potatoes instead). The large cups are still
out, so my tea comes in a medium cup once again.</p>
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<p>After that, I finish what little packing I didn't already finish
yesterday, and once again leave behind an empty room. The hotel checkout
fortunately does not provide any nasty surprises, with all my bills having
been covered by the company...</p>
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<p>...and so I am on the road with all my luggage once again. However,
before I head for the airport in the afternoon, I still have a day's worth
of work to do, so for now I only need to make my way to the company
wearing all this. That's not the longest I've lugged my full gear around.</p>
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<p>The work day, too, proceeds without any complications, yet also without
any valuable insights or learnings. The highlight happens at lunchtime,
when I naturally make my way to the Café Green Tea one last time, not only
to treat myself to one last bowl of Kitsune Udon, but also to say goodbye
to the owner - in Japanese, of course.</p>
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<p>A few hours thereafter, the time of my departure is at hand. And so, I
pack up the last few bits of my equipment here, leaving behind another
empty desk, as well as a little goodbye message for everyone to see.</p>
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<p>With all that done, I now set my sights towards...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Approaching the Airport<br>
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<p><em><strong>Ride Duration</strong>: 45min<br>
<strong>Approximate Distance</strong>: 34km<br>
<strong>Average Speed</strong>: 45km/h</em></p>
<p>It's just me this time, so I've considered taking public transport to the
airport. However, since that would take about an hour and a half at least
and the alternative is getting a company-sponsored Über-ride, I end up
choosing that latter option. Sadly, however, the Über app <em>still</em>
doesn't accept either my PayPal account <em>or</em> any of my credit
cards, so in the end Craig ends up ordering the Über for me.</p>
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<p>The route back to the airport is pretty much the same as the one that
Wolfgang, Tobias and I took to get to the hotel at night when we arrived
together three weeks ago...</p>
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<p>...though since this time around it's during the day, I actually get to
see the area that the ride takes me through. The prominent skyscrapers
near the beginning mark the point when I cross Yonge Street, the one and
only, for the final time, and after that, maybe the most noteworthy thing
is the amount of traffic we encounter on this <em>way</em> too big
highwayscape.</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-03-008_Uber_to_Airport.mp4"
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<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-03-008_Uber_to_Airport.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>You see, while the highways I already encountered during my stay here
were already kinda big, this one one-ups them all by putting an expressway
in the middle of the highway. All in all, this "highway belt" is
approximately 100m wide! That's as wide as a whole block of houses with
backyards!</p>
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<p>And yet, even with all that, there's still a traffic jam that we get
into! And I'm gonna hazard a bet and say that most of the cars here only
carry the driver.</p>
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<p>Anyway, eventually, we arrive at the Toronto Pearson International
Airport, where the driver lets me out at a dropoff zone particularly
designated for Übers.</p>
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<p>It is now 16:30, and with my flight departing no sooner than 20:00, that
means I now have some time to pass by...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Prowling Pearson<br>
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<p>So, here I am now, at the entrance of Toronto Pearson International
Airport. Several hours to early, but there's a good reason for that
(besides my fear of getting stuck in traffic even worse than the one I
experienced on the way, I mean).</p>
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<p></p>
<p>You may or may not recall the events that transpired at the airport of
Foz do Iguacu (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2019/08/book-iii-chapter-3-crash-burn.html">Book
III ~ Chapter 3 ~ Crash & Burn</a> and <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2019/08/the-traumatizing-transatlantic-terror.html">Book
III ~ Chapter 4 ~ The Traumatizing Transatlantic Terror Trip</a>), but I
sure do, and ever since then, I have a latent fear of airports, or rather
airport check-in personnel, to be exact. As such, it feels like getting in
line for a flogging when I queue up at the check-in counter.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>And naturally, thing do not go all that smooth over here either. For
starters, the automatic check-in naturally fails, and I have to call an
attendant, who then directs me to a manual check-in counter, where I can
explain the situation. Fortunately, referring to my name as a religious
name works as well here as it did in Cape Town (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2019/10/book-iii-chapter-6-closing-circle.htmlhttps://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2019/10/book-iii-chapter-6-closing-circle.html">Book
III ~ Chapter 6 ~ Closing the Circle</a>) . It gives them a little
pause, but afterwards they readily hand me my boarding pass without me
even having to show them my registration certificate, which I always carry
around since first running into trouble with my name back in New Zealand
(see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2017/09/final-chapter-tail-of-tale.html">Book
I ~ Final Chapter ~ The Tail of the Tale</a>). However, they <em>do</em>
consider my trusty Backpack of Flames to be a bit on the bulky side, and
so I have to lug it over to the bulky baggage belt.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>After that, I set out for the security check for the Gates E, which is <em>incredibly</em>
easy to find.</p>
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<p>Unfortunately, they appear to be experiencing difficulties there, and so
me and the other passengers get instead routed to the Gates D security
check, after which we have to take the scenic, roundabout route back to
the Gates E wing again.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>What follows is a little bit of an odyssey with interesting ceiling
lights and super-secure airlock-like double-doors...</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>...as well as a looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong travellator, parts
of which are actually in service.</p>
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<p>All in all, that amounts in a walk of about a kilometer - give or take -
which makes me quite grateful that I've only my regular backpack to lug
around now. However, keep in mind that even that currently contains two
laptops (my own trusty Liete as well as my work laptop), both of which are
quite heavy and bulky. In fact, I am <em>quite</em> sure it exceeds the
7kg restriction for cabin baggage (and probably by a factor of 2 or 3
too), but fortunately no one ever checks that.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>But anyway, one odyssey later I arrive at a place that I've actually been
to once before (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2019/06/book-iii-chapter-i-bad-beginning.html">Book
III ~ Chapter 1 ~ The Bad Beginning</a>). Since I had a 6-hour layover
in Toronto Pearson International Airport on my flight from Tokyo to Foz do
Iguacu, I was wondering if I'd end up in the same wing of Terminal 1 this
time as I did back then. Turns out I do, because I can still clearly
remember these Tilted Spheres from the last time.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>From there, it's only a short walk over to Gate E74, where the Air Canada
flight that will take me back to Germany is already standing at the ready.
Turns out it's actually a plane of the German flag carrier airplane
company Lufthansa ("Air Hansa"). Also, I think it's a nice touch how the
background of the display at the gate features the Marienplatz of Munich.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>One difference to my last visit, however, is the fact that literally all
the drinking water fountains have been closed "for your safety". How
considerate, letting me safely die of thirst. Ironically, the water bottle
filling stations are still open, but since I don't be carrying my drinking
bottle around with me on account of, oh, say, <em>airport security
forbidding it</em>, that's of preciously little use to me.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>So, after lugging my backpack around for another 500m or so back and
forth across the terminal, I give up on getting a free drink, and instead
take the chance to get myself one last bottle of Minute Maid Lemonade.
However, it turns out I'm also out of luck there, because while the stores
and vending machines around here <em>do</em> carry Minute Maid drinks
(including orange, apple and cherry-cranberry), none of them carry the
lemonade variant that I've come to like so much during my stay here in
Canada.</p>
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<p>And thus, after walking back and forth around the terminal for <em>another
</em>500m, checking all the stalls and vending machines I can find along
the way, I resign and simply get some lemonade made with real fruit (as
opposed to lemonade made with forged fruit).</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Having walked for another 2km in the airport alone now, I am finally
happy to sit down in a seat near The Park...</p>
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<p>...and wait for the boarding to start as night falls outside.
Unfortunately, I also note that the sky is closing up, so I probably won't
be getting the amazing view of Lake Ontario outlined by the lights of the
cities at the shore that I've been hoping for.</p>
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<p>Boarding finally commences shortly before 20:00, and since I've booked my
place near the rear of the plane again, I am one of the first
economy-class passengers who get to cross the jet bridge and enter the
plane.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>It is only after I've finally reached my seat, stowed my luggage and sat
down that I my airport anxiety slowly fades. The plane I'm riding this
time is a Boeing 787-9, by the way.</p>
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<p>With this, the most difficult part of my journey is over, and I can now
look forward to a relaxing and uneventful journey dominated by...</p>
<p><br>
</p>
<p><a href="#top" name="flight"><span style="font-size: 75%;">↑ to top</span></a><br>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Nebulous Nighttime Navigation<br>
</span></h3>
<p><em><strong>22-Oct-2021 - 23-Oct-2021<br>
</strong></em></p>
<p><em><strong>Ride Duration</strong>: 8.5h<br>
<strong>Approximate Distance</strong>: 6,750km<br>
<strong>Average Speed</strong>: 794km/h</em></p>
<p>The flight back to Munich follows a trajectory that is a little bit
different from the one to Toronto: Whereas the flight to Toronto took me
within eyeshot of Greenland, the flight route back is located
significantly further to the south, and approximates the great circle
route. That is actually kinda interesting, because normally the westbound
routes follow the great circle route while the eastbound flights (aka this
one) go out of their way to utilize the jet streams to save time and fuel.
But maybe it just so happens to be that the jet streams are more or less
on the latitude of the great circle route around this time of the year,
and thus the flight to Toronto needed to avoid them? Someone with
knowledge of aeronautics please help me out with this! As it is, my route
this time takes me south of the mouth of the St. Lawrence river, and
across the Gulf of Lawrence and Newfoundland before taking me out over the
Atlantic. Several hours later, the plane passes over first Ireland and
then England before making landfall on continental Europe above the
western Netherlands, right above Den Haag. From there, we quickly enter
German airspace, where we pass over a whole series of major German cities,
such as Düsseldorf ("Plonker Village"), Köln ("Cologne") and Frankfurt
("Free Ford") before finally reaching Munich.</p>
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<p>Taking off in the middle of the night, I get to see the lights of
Toronto, but only for a precious few minutes before we dive up into the
clouds. Starting towards the northeast, the first major road we cross is
the 427 Highway, merging into the 401 highway that I took to get here
within eyeshot. After that, the major parallel roads that we cross in
quick succession are, in sequence, Marthin Grove Road, Kipling Ave,
Islington Ave and Royal York Road, the four of which run all the way to
New Toronto shining at the shore. After that, we fly over the Humber River
- the course of which can only be sensed by way of the rugged roads
roughly rimming the riverbanks - and pass by the distinctive
X-intersection of Jane Street and Weston Road. At that point, we are now
far enough north to see the 401 Highway again, and shortly thereafter
cross Keele Street,l which visibly terminates in
Beechborough-Greenbrook in the distance. The view down from there
befittingly reveals Downsview Airport (there sure is a lot of airports
aroudn Toronto, isn't it? By my count, this is the fourth that I know of
now), and afterwards, the clouds swallow up the plane, roughly a minute
before I would have gotten one last glimpse of Yonge Street, the one and
only, and possibly even the CN Tower in the distance.</p>
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<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-03-030_TorontoTakeoff.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>From then, there's not really much to see outside, apart from a really
neat sight of glowing clouds, illuminated by the city below. It is a
fascinating sight, really, flying over glowing clouds below while the sky
above is dark due to yet another, higher cloud layer.</p>
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<p>Soon enough, dinner is served, which for me happens to consist of some
cavatappi pasta with pesto cream sauce, red peppers, salad, and a brownie
for dessert...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>...and after that, it's lights out time, and while many other people
decide to set themselves for jetlag, I choose to go for shuteye instead.</p>
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<p>I doze through the short night more or less alright, and first wake a bit
before we enter Ireland airspace. However, at that time it's still dark
outside, with nothing to see, so I doze for a little longer. When next I
wake up, we are almost completely across Ireland already, and a small gap
in the cloud cover below allows me to get a glimpse of Dublin. The shape
of the River Tolka Estuary is unmistakable.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>The cloud cover stays strong all the time while we cross over St.
George's Channel, Wales and England, with only brief brakes in the clouds
providing so much a semblance of a view of the land below.</p>
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<p>Afterwards, breakfast is served. It is a bit minimalist, however,
consisting only of a croissant and some yogurt.</p>
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<p>Flying over the English Channel as well as the Netherlands turns out to
be kinda dull as the holes in the clouds give way to a very persistent,
wool-like cover that stretches until well beyond the German border</p>
<p></p>
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<p>It is only after around Frankfurt that the cloud cover finally starts to
break up, and I get a good sight at the ground again. Now, I am not 100%
sure, but I <em>think</em> this might just be the Odenwald ("Ode
Forest").</p>
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<p>Afterwards, the clouds gradually recede more and more, granting me a good
view first on Baden-Württemberg and then Bavaria as my flight gradually
approaches Munich. I spot some windmilsl below, and eventually we cross
over the river Lech near Rain, and you know what that means?</p>
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<p>That means I'm now actually right at the tip of the Boar Petal! In fact,
I can trace see my turning point of Gempfing from up here (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2020/09/interlude-project-petal-part-5-tri-day.html">Interlude
~ Project Petal Part 5 ~ The Tri-day Two-hundred Tour</a>)! That has
been my last Petal Ride to date, and it is now already over a year in the
past. I really have <em>got</em> to continue those one day.</p>
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<p>Clear though the weather has been for most of Germany, as soon as the
final descent toward Munich begins, things regrettably start getting...
uhhh... <em>suspenseful </em>again.</p>
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<p>Fortunately, the landing turns out to be mostly cloud-free, apart from a
few nebulous nimbuses near the middle. Curiously, it turns out we are
landing from the east this time too, which means that both takeoffs and
both landings both in Toronto and in Munich have been from and towards the
east on this particular trip. We first pass by some forests near
Altfrauenhofen ("Old Women's Farms"), and soon pass by a score of small
villages and hamlets such as Buchöd ("Book Dull"), Waltersberg ("Walter's
Mountain") or Krumbach ("Crooked Brook"). Afterwards, the clouds kick in,
and by the time we emerge from them again, we are already within eyeshot
of the Mittlere Isar ("Middle Isar") channel, soon passing it's T-junction
with the Sempt-Fluutkanal ("Sempt Flood Channel"). Following that, there's
the quarry ponds of Rohrdorfer ("Pipe Village") sand, gravel and concrete
works, and after that, it's not long until we touch down on German ground.</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-03-042_Munich_Landing.mp4"
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<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-03-042_Munich_Landing.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>Once the plane finished taxiing to the terminal, the typical tedious
throng of the disembarkation shuffle commences. I for my part am happy to
stay seated for a little longer until the corridors become walkable again.
Given that I'm sitting at the rear of the plane, that sure does takes a
while.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>However, sooner or later it clears out enough for me to depart the plane
myself via the typical ozone-colored jet bridge.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>With that, I am out of the air, but not yet out of the airport. The next
part should yet again get a bit exciting as I get to experience some...</p>
<p><br>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Luggage Lateness<br>
</span></h3>
<p><em><strong>23-Oct-2021</strong></em></p>
<p>Getting through immigration here is relatively straightforward, even if
there is a bit of a delay on account of the automatic passport control
being unmanned. After that, however, it doesn't take long for me to
navigate these familiar halls and eventually arrive back at the Boconero
again - the restaurant where Wolfgang, Tobias and I ate before our
departure three weeks ago - thus closing the circle.</p>
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<p>Walking towards the luggage claim, I also notice that here, too, the
Water2go is gone. I really hope this whole Green Shnolz business is over
soon so we can get back to conveniences and amenities.</p>
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<p>And then comes the attritional part: Waiting for the luggage. As you
recall, my trusty Backpack of Flames was checked as bulky baggage this
time around, so I <em>assume</em> it will come out on the bulky baggage
belt... but I'm not <em>sure</em>. Naturally, the bulky baggage belt and
the main baggage belt for my flight are quite some distance apart, so I
end up running back and forth between the two for quite a bit. I gradually
grow more tense as more and more luggage appears on both belts, none of it
including mine, and immediately fear that my luggage may have gotten
lost... again. I watch many people depart, and see even big dog cages
complete with big dogs being first unloaded from the bulky baggage belt
and then picked up by their owners. After half an hour of waiting, I am
almost at the point where I give up on my luggage, but then, thankfully, I
notice my Backpack of Flames come out on the bulky baggage belt after all.
Words cannot express my relief. Having lost my luggage yet again would
have made <em>such</em> a great addition to my building airport-phobia.</p>
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<p>Having finally retrieved my luggage, I make my way through the Gümrük
Asamalariniz (税関段階) without any issues...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>...on the other side of which a masked man waiting to pick me up. Well,
technically, many masked men are waiting to pick up many people, but one
has come specifically for me and me alone.</p>
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<p>Naturally, that's my father, and after a heartfelt hug we proceed to walk
outside, past the Bratwurst-Plane...</p>
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<p>...and down towards the S-Bahn station, which is the only logical
starting point for...</p>
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</p>
<p><a href="#top" name="rtc"><span style="font-size: 75%;">↑ to top</span></a><br>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Train Trip To Town<br>
</span></h3>
<p><em><strong>Ride Duration</strong>: 30min<br>
<strong>Approximate Distance</strong>: 31km<br>
<strong>Average Speed</strong>: 62km/h</em></p>
<p>Whereas previously my father always picked me up by car, this time around
we take the S-Bahn back to Moosach.</p>
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<p>Inside the train, there's not terribly many people, and everyone is still
wearing masks. I am starting to wonder if the Green Shnolz is actually a
mask symbiont.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Unsurprisingly, the way back to Moosach by S-Bahn is the same as the one
to the airport from there, only naturally the other way around, so...os
,dnuora yaw rehto eht yllarutan ylno ,ereht morf tropria eht ot eno eth sa
emas eht si Nhab-S yb Hcasoom ot kcab yaw eht ,Ylgnisirprusnu.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Wheres the trains were still mostly green when I departed for Canada, I
now return to an autumn arboretum. Some trees have already lost their
leaves, many bear various shades of orange, yellow and red, and a few are
even still green. The fields are naturally still mostly fallow, though
some bear bright yellow grain about which I wonder whether it is yet to be
brought in, or has simply been abandoned. Either way, these are the first
fields I see up close again ever since my departure for Canada.</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-03-054_Train_To_Moosach.mp4"
height="360" width="640"></video></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-03-054_Train_To_Moosach.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
load it)</a></span></p>
<p>And after arriving back in Moosach, it is only a short hop back home.
However, my father already warns me that what I will find there is a...</p>
<p><br>
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<a href="#top" name="catty_catastrophe"><span style="font-size: 75%;">↑ to
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Catty Catastrophe<br>
</span></h3>
<p>Apparently, Jamie and Toledo have not exactly been good kids while I was
gone. Oh sure, at first they behaved, and they sure are glad to see me
again...</p>
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<p><em>However</em>, apparently they have gone kinda berserk in these last
few days prior to my return, and have not only shredded several bags of
chips and cardboard boxes that were lying around and distributed their
contents and parts around the Fox Loft remarkably evenly, but they also
managed to get into the <em>magnetic</em> wall cupboard with the cat food
and... uhh... help themselves. Also, they raided my sewing supplies, so
there's also tiny threads tangled through the apartment.</p>
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<p>As such, Gerlinde - the friend of the family who has been taking care of
my cats in my absence - had to get creative with where to store the cad
food. Putting the pouches and bowls into the oven is already pretty
clever, but the most daring hide award definitely goes to the dried fodder
in the dishwasher.</p>
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<p>Smile though that briefly makes me, overall, this is still a debacle.
I've just returned from a 15-hour-long trip, and would love nothing more
to just kick back and relax for the rest of the day. Instead, I now not
only need to make an emergency cat food run to the supermarket to stock up
the raided supplies, but also spend about two hours afterwards cleaning up
this whole mess. The only thing that gives me pause is that they didn't
tear down the hanging above my bed, because that is something which they <em>always</em>
used to do. Instead, they also managed to break off the super-glued window
cat guard in the bedroom which I am <em>not</em> going to replace a <em>fifth</em>
time. </p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-03-058_Catty_Catastrophe.mp4"
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<p><span style="font-size: 75%;"><a href="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-03-058_Catty_Catastrophe.mp4"
target="_blank">(Click here to view the video if the website fails to
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<p>Oh yeah, and just in case you think that still looks too clean for you,
keep in mind that I only took this after already spending 15 minutes or so
cleaning up the worst of the worst. Cats sure are a source of never-ending
joy, aren't they? However, I still love them, but I think I won't leave
them alone for three weeks again. Which brings us to...<br>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Road Ahead<br>
</span></h3>
<p>As I mentioned before, I really do want to find time for another petal
ride this year. Also, the winds of change are blowing in many more
aspects. For one, at the time of me writing this, I have already booked
the next flight which will take me to yet another new country in the
summer. But before that, I should get to explore a little more around my
own home country. So you can look forward to the next chapter of the
Travelling Fox Blog!<br>
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Kira Resarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509961265863417345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711878515801144615.post-23972831872217477012022-04-03T02:10:00.024+09:002022-05-04T23:59:55.752+09:00Book V ~ Chapter 2 ~ Trecking Through Toronto<a name="top"><i><b>3-Oct-2021 - 22-Oct-2021</b></i><br>
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</a><b>Table of Contents</b>
<ul>
<li><a href="#place">The Place</a></li>
<li><a href="#downtown">Day Trip 1: Downtown</a></li>
<li><a href="#job">The Job</a></li>
<li><a href="#niagara">Day Trip 2: Nearby Niagara</a></li>
<li><a href="#food">The Food</a> </li>
<li><a href="#york">Day Trip 3: The Free Lunch Day Stray</a></li>
<li><a href="#flair">The Flair</a></li>
<li><a href="#markham">Day Trip 4: A March to Markham</a></li>
<li><a href="#retro">The Retrospective</a></li>
<li><a href="#waterfront">Day Trip 5: Walking the Waterfront</a></li>
<li><a href="#ahead">The Road Ahead</a></li>
</ul>
One way or another, and without me even planning it much, things happened,
and now, just like that, I ended up in...<br>
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Canada is a big country, quite possibly the biggest one I've ever been to,
depending on whether you count water areas, of which Canada has quite a lot
(otherwise, it's second to the USA). Within this big country, I am now in
the province of Ontario - the southernmost province of Canada - which at
over a million km² is already as big as Bolivia, and about three times as
big as Germany. Despite this size, there's only about 15 million people
living here, which is about the same as Somalia, and a little more than
Bavaria. Put together, that amounts to a population density of roughly 16
people/km², which is about that of Norway, and actually a little less than
New Zealand.<br>
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Now, for historical reasons, Ontario has the most curious territorial
subdivisions. Ranging from districts the size of Paraguay to municipalities
small enough to cross on foot in a day. I am now located within the Regional
Municipality of York, which at 1762 km² is one of the smaller ones.<br>
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Within York, I am staying in the city of Markham, which with a population of
about 340,000 is ranked the largest in York, fourth-largest in the Greater
Toronto Area, and the 16th-largest in all of Canada.<br>
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And in Markham, I am staying near the southern border. As in: literally only
300m further to the south, and I would be Toronto instead of Markham. In
fact, apart from the town signs, there's no visual way of telling where the
extensive Toronto urban sprawl ends, and where Markham begins. So
effectively, even though I'm <i>technically</i> in Markham, it still feels
like I'm in Toronto.<br>
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Now, latitude-wise - and this is where it gets a bit surprising - one would
think that Canada is further to the north. <i>However</i> while the
majority of Canada certainly is more boreal, I am actually in the "tropical
south" of Canada here. In fact, in terms of latitude, Markham is about on
the same level as the Riviera. Comparing it with my travels in New Zealand
and Japan, this puts it at roughly the same level as Christchurch in
Canterbury (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2016/12/christmas-in-christchurch.html">Book
1 ~ Chapter 11 ~ Christmas in Christchurch</a>) and Asahikawa in Hokkaido
(see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2018/07/book-ii-chapter-6-hokkaido-homerun.html">
Book II ~ Chapter 6 ~ A Hokkaido Homerun</a>).<br>
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As for the climate, this particular area qualifies as humid continental, and
around this time of the year is actually not all that different from
Germany. The days are mostly relatively warm, and sometimes rainy. Wolfgang
and Tobias have told me of massive snowstorms, but since those typically
only hit in November, I should be good for the duration of my stay.<br>
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So much for the big-scale overview of where the winds have taken me. Now,
let's have a closer look at...<br>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Place</span></h3>
<p> </p>
<p>This time around, I am staying in a hotel. I am still not sure exactly <em>what</em>
it is called though. We always referred to it as the "Courtyard Hotel",
but it also has "Townplace Suites" written on it, and then there's also
something about "Marriott" in there. Clear branding is something
different.</p>
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<p>It is a pretty big hotel with a total of 14 floors, excluding the 13th
floor because apparently some guests are suffering from triskaidekaphobia.
Also, an interesting thing about the elevator is that you have to hold up
your key card to a sensor before being able to select your floor. A
security feature that should annoy me greatly over the next three weeks.</p>
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<p>Owing to its size, the hotel is reasonably spacious, though on account of
the Green Shnolz being a thing, they're still pretty empty.</p>
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<p>Though honestly, the hotel's lack of guests might very well also be due
to the fact that it's located in the middle of several square kilometres
of industrial and commercial barrens. I sincerely wonder who other than
visitors of one of the surrounding companies would choose to come here.</p>
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<p>The hotel also has a pool. Now, the good news is that the pool is almost
always empty. The bad news is that that, too, is on account of the Green
Shnolz, for while the pool is technically open, use of it is subject to
strict conditions that make it impossible to jsut hop in when you feel
like it. Not that I did bring my swimwear anyway...</p>
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<p>Next on our tour through the Town Suites, the amazing and fantastic
Bistro. This is where I should get all my breakfasts here, though not my
dinner, because due to the Green Shnolz the Bistro, unlike any nearby
restaurant, can't serve dinner due to <em>reasons</em>. Also, we're not
allowed to sit together and eat our breakfast together there, but have to
take it up into one of our rooms and eat it together there.</p>
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<p>Now, regarding the great and powerful Bistro, there's actually two more
things that I want to address. First off, the Bistro doubles as a
Starbucks, which means that one can get great coffee here... or at least
one <em>would</em> be able to get great coffee here, if the coffee
machine was not broken. Turns out it has been broken already for three
weeks, and it should not get fixed during the whole three weeks of my stay
either on account of spare parts being scarce due to - you guessed it -
the Green Shnolz. Not that I drink coffee, but Wolfgang and Tobias are
positively furious about it. And the other thing are the opening times,
for you see, while the Bistro is open from 7:00AM to 9:30AM on weekdays,
on weekends and holidays it is instead open from 7:00AM to 9:30AM. What a
palpable difference!</p>
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<p>But now enough about the Marriott in general. Let's talk about my room,
which is clearly the biggest I've ever had.</p>
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<p>It has a big, comfortable bed easily big enough for Emilious and me, a
small couch...</p>
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<p>...a proper laptop-friendly workspace...</p>
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<p>...as well as a little coffee machine. Now, I don't drink coffee, but one
day I do have a run-in with the local room keeper, and after telling her
that I prefer tea over coffee, little bags of tea magically appear next to
the coffee machine, which thankfully is also able to produce simple hot
water.</p>
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<p>The room also has its own bathroom but unfortunately, that's where things
start going downhill.</p>
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<p>The most harmless thing is still the faucet, who has a kinda unusual
handle that is not only difficult to adjust to a certain temperature, but
also doesn't dispense a lot of water.</p>
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<p>The shower continues this trend. Now, from my travels I am already used
to fixed shower heads, but this one dispenses water at such a low pressure
that it is spectacularly undeserving of the name "shower". "Light drizzle"
would be more like it.</p>
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<p>By far most annoying, however, is the toilet roll holder, which is not
only placed to the right behind the toilet, so you have to twist your arm
behind your back to get it, but also is of a make that almost guarantees
that you'll knock the toilet roll off the holder when trying to rip off a
few leaves.</p>
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<p>One kinda embarrassing flaw that becomes clearly visible when coming from
the bathroom at night is also that there's a gap between the room's door
frame and the wall, which means that I'm able to clearly hear every single
person walking on the hallway - an issue that is further augmented by the
fact that my room is just outside the elevator, so I hear everyone who
passes. Fortunately, this drawback is somewhat mitigated by the
aforementioned shortage of guests.</p>
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<p>Also, noise from the hallway is also not really all that bothersome this
time around... on account of me having a room that is <em>right above the
noisy kitchen exhaust chute</em>. That thing is on day and night and
fills the entire room with a constant moderate hum of background noise.
Not exactly nice, but at least I can get used to it on account of it
staying at a constant volume 24/7. Still, if given the option, I'd still
opt for shooting in one or two proton torpedoes.</p>
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<p>And then, there's the garbage truck that regularly picks up the rather
extensive garbage containers that are <em>also</em> right below my
window. Fortunately, the truck only makes its rounds at times when I'm
awake anyways, so it's not much of a bother. It's quite interesting to
watch the heavily mechanized machine do its work, actually. Operating on
forklift, technology, the truck is able to do its work without anyone
having to exit it. However, there's also the issue that sometimes a bit of
garbage ends up on the ground.</p>
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<p>A general drawback of living in a hotel is that I don't have a kitchen to
cook for myself, and with the cool and wonderful Bistro not serving dinner
due to <em>reasons</em>, I pretty much have to go out every night to
dine. That, or use the convenient "Pizza"-button on the room's phone.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Another issue is that of laundry. For Wolfgang and Tobias, this is not a
problem since they're only staying for one week, but I couldn't very well
bring three week's worth of clothes. Dragon, I don't even <em>own</em>
that much underwear. Now, in most of the AirBnbs and hostels that I stayed
in there was either a washing machine that I could use or a laundry room,
or a laundry hall somewhere nearby, but not this time around. Instead,
there's a laundry service, which naturally costs extra, but since the
company is covering all my expenses, that's not an issue. Still, it is
always a bit of a hassle, having to fill out a laundry sheet every time,
and all in all, it doesn't even save <em>that</em> much time, so I think
I prefer doing my own laundry. Plus the fact that they plastic-wrap
everything feels kinda wasteful.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>And now, a little bit about the area. There's actually not all that much
to say on account of this being a typical industrial/commercial barrens
area, but there is <em>one</em> thing that stands out: The fact that
everything here is in Chinese. I don't know the exact cause, but this
entire neighborhood is packed with Chinese companies. There's generally a
<em>lot</em> of Asian people living here - and with a lot I mean at least
80% - and most of those are Chinese. It's interesting, really, since I can
read some of the Kanji from my Japanese studies, so I am a bit reminded of
my journeys through Japan (also, that's how I can be sure all of those
places are Chinese, and not, say, Korean). The area is still missing
Shrines and Temples though.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>So much for where I'm staying. Now, since we arrived on a Saturday,
Wolfgang, Tobias and I have all of Sunday to first sleep in, and then
still make a short trip to...<br>
</p>
<br>
<a href="#top" name="downtown"><span style="font-size: 75%;">↑ to top</span></a><br>
<h3><span style="color: orange;">Day Trip 1: Downtown Toronto<br>
</span></h3>
<i><b>3-Oct-2021</b></i><br>
<i><b>Distance: </b>3.0km</i><br>
<i><b>Ascents: </b>20m</i><br>
<i><b>Duration: </b>2.75h<br>
</i>
<p>On the first morning after our arrival, Wolfgang and Tobias learn the
dread news of the broken coffee machine, and since both of them are
suffering from jetlag, they are positively horrified. However, not one to
be easily discouraged, Wolfgang comes up with a daring plan.</p>
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<p>Okay, so maybe not <em>quite</em> that daring, but at the very least,
our quest for coffee should take us all the way to downtown Toronto. Now
this is where boring old me would check how far it is to walk, recoil in
horror, and then check the public transport options, but apparently,
that's old world thinking. Here in Canada, Über is the way to go, and
before long, Wolfgang has ordered an Über to take us to the city.</p>
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<p>A short time later, we are picked up, and are en-route to downtown
Toronto. The way to get there is pretty straightforward, too. We basically
just get on the 404 Highway Not Found, which magically turns into the Don
Valley Parkway just after crossing the 401 Highway. We then continue on
there all the way to Corktown, then exit west, and are basically already
in downtown Toronto. Our ultimate destination for the trip, however, is
the one and only Yonge Street.</p>
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<p>So begins our trip to downtown Toronto on a day that is regrettably
rather rainy. Now by daylight the speed limit on the highway becomes all
the more apparent, but I still think it's good. Also, it becomes pretty
obvious why the second part of the highway is called a "parkway".</p>
<video src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-02-032_Uber_to_Toronto.mp4"
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<p>After about half an hour, we the arrive at Yonge Street, the one and
only. Named after Sir George Yonge - an expert on ancient Roman roads -
Yonge Street is the longest street, longer than any other street ever™.
Well, maybe not, but it is still mega-freaking long, starting at the shore
of lake Ontario and then running in an almost perfectly straight line for
close to 60km, meaning that if you were to walk the length of this road,
you'd need two days <em>at least</em>. It is also the lifeline of the
region, and you can clearly make it out on any map by simply tracing the
centre of the linear urban sprawl. As a result of this, the house numbers
on this arterial road go up to crazy heights! Whereas in Germany house
numbers are mostly double-digit, the house numbers of Yonge Street - while
still starting at 1 at the Ontario lakefront - keep increasing until they
are <em><strong>OVER 9000!!!</strong> Way</em> over 9000 actually: The
last house I know of is 21193 Yonge St, whereas 9000 Yonge St. is "only"
at the height of Markham.</p>
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<p>On this long road, we get out at the Yonge-Dundas square, which is
located at about 300 Yonge Street. Interestingly, there seems to be a
demonstration underway, and lots of people are demanding to Kill Bill 124,
which apparently is something that is bad for nurses. I'll venture a guess
and assume that this, too, is related to the Green Shnolz.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>So, here we are, in the heart of the city, a bustling metropolis with
countless skyscrapers, the likes of which I haven't seen ever since
leaving the Radiant Metropolis behind (see <a href="http://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2018/05/book-ii-chapter-4-action-at-akihabara.html">Book
II ~ Chapter 4 ~ Action at Akihabara</a>). All the huge buildings around
are pretty impressive, and we can even see all the way to the great CN
Tower... or at least we <em>would</em>, if it weren't for all this rainy
weather today.</p>
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<p>As such, and also because Wolfgang and Tobias are not <em>quite</em> as
crazy as me, today's stray should end up being rather short. We pretty
much just end up walking once around the block, with a number of little
detours and back-and-forths, but that's already it.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>That may not sound like much, but actually... the reason why we're <em>here</em>
of all the places is that this is where Toronto's top tourist attraction
is located: The Eaton Centre, which is North America's busiest shopping
mall. Attracting close to 50 million visitors in a good year (aka, not <em>this</em>
year, and probably not next year either), it is a busier place than even
the Central Park of New York. Spanning most of the block on several
floors, there's a total of 235 shops and restaurants in here. As such, we
figure this is a pretty good place to spend a rainy day at.</p>
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<p>At one turn, we run into a really orange bench, and Wolfgang stops to say
that he absolutely has to take a picture of me on that bench. I figure I
fit right in there.</p>
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<p>Apart from that, there really isn't all that much to say. "Record-holding
multi-floor mall" pretty much already conveys a pretty good picture.
There's a big glass hall in the middle that is effectively a roofed
pedestrian's street, but that's about it. If anything, the mall is
actually <em>smaller</em> than I would expect of one that gets well over
100.000 visitors on good days. I can only imagine how crowded it must get
in here, so I guess visiting it during the Green Shnolz actually isn't all
that bad of an idea, unless you're into huge crowds.</p>
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<p>Anyway, it goes without saying that Wolfgang should find a good coffee in
here, even if some of the shops are closed for the duration. In the end,
he settles for a coffee from McDonald's, which naturally ensures that we
run straight into a Starbucks jsut around the next corner thereafter.
Meanwhile, in a clothes store, there's this handy little "alterations
while you wait" booth that I'd think would be really cool to have back
home as well. Here, you can just buy some pants that <em>almost</em> fit
you, and then have them altered to fit perfectly before even walking out
of the store.</p>
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<p>Eventually, however, we have covered all the floors, and are also slowly
getting tired of having to wear our masks - what with us having had to
wear them all the time during our flights, the Über-rides, and all over
the hotel with the exception of our rooms, and now in here too - so we
leave the Eaton Centre by means of a tunnel-bridge through the outside
that starts as a square and ends as a circle.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Once outside, we can take off our masks and breathe easily again. We then
walk around the block and run right into the old city hall of Toronto.
Built in 1899, it used to be the largest and most imposing building in
Toronto back in its day.</p>
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<p>Presently, however, it almost looks tiny in contrast to all the
skyscrapers surrounding it.</p>
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<p>Skyscrapers like this one, which I've lovingly dubbed the domino tower.</p>
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<p>Arriving at Nathan Phillips Square, with its fountains and big "Toronto"
sign, Wolfgang and Toby call for a break and sit down at a conveniently
placed sheltered bench, giving me some time to explore the immediate
vicinity.</p>
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<p>The first thing I find is a handy guide post monument that displays a 5
minute and a 15 minute walk radius. Turns out the waterfront is only a
little over 15 minutes away, so I suggest walking there to Wolfgang and
Tobias. However, Wolfgang isn't feeling up to that today, so that budding
plan is already axed for now.</p>
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<p>Next, I notice a number of stairs named after animals leading down
beneath the square.</p>
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<p>Turns out they are entrances to a big underground parking lot. I can
imagine naming them after animals makes them easier to remember. However,
even with the map I am only able to find Wolf, Salmon, Porcupine and
Geese. The other eight entrances remain a mystery. Also, I don't want to
spend too much time exploring this geofront while Wolfgang and Tobias are
up there, potentially waiting for me to return. Since I am not an
Über-User and am as of yet unfamiliar with the public transit options of
Toronto, I really don't want to risk getting stranded.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Moving on, we soon come past a really cool solar-powered charge-and-rent
station for E-Bikes. Wouldn't that be a great idea for German cities as
well? The only possible problem I can see with this design is that the
times when the solar panels produce most of their energy probably overlap
with the times when the fewest bikes are at the station.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Next, we head for the Labyrinth. Admittedly, that is a rather spontaneous
decision on my path, and Tobias and Wolfgang are against it at first.
Clearly, they have no idea what's in store for them. Meanwhile, although
I've never been here before, I still have a pretty good guess of what's
a-waiting, and can't wait to see their faces. It takes a bit of work, but
eventually they come along.</p>
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<p>The Labyrinth is located on Trinity Square, named after the Church of the
Holy Trinity that is standing there, and of which the first rector was the
esteemed Reverend Henry Scadding, who wrote many famous books, such as
"Toronto of Old", "Toronto: Past and Present", "Toronto: The Future",
"Toronto II ~ The Torontening", "Toronto: Origins" and "The Torontinator".</p>
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<p>And then there's the Labyrinth, which turns out pretty much exactly how I
expected it. Tobias and Wolfgang are quite surprised, though. How about
you? What did you expect? Something more a-maze-ing?</p>
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<p>Following that little detour, we briefly don our masks again as we
perpendicularly cut through the Eaton Centre again to reach Yonge Street,
the one and only, where we then find ourselves right across from
Giovanna's Psychic Studio. It can't be that good though if you need to
call to make an appointment.</p>
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<p>By now, it's already well after noon, and although we had a late
breakfast, we're still getting hungry about now. Fortunately, there's a
food place nearby that I can recommend, and which neither Wolfgang nor
Tobias know yet: A Five Guys, which happens to be a really great burger
venue. We actually have a few of those in Munich by now, but they're not
exactly well-known yet, so I am happy to introduce my two co-workers to
this, and they are open to try it out.</p>
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<p>I'd compare it to a SubWay for burgers: You get to order your very own
burger. You need to bring a bit of time though, since the burgers are
freshly made while you wait. And while you wait, you can actually watch
the burgers being made since another typical Five Guys feature is an open
kitchen. The burgers taste absolutely amazing, but here's a word of
caution about the fries: The portions are absolutely <strong>HUGE</strong>!
<em>One </em>small serving of fries is easily enough for the <em>three </em>of
us.</p>
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<p>After that, we decide to call it a day. Tobias and Wolfgang are still
suffering from jetlag, and I for my part don't really feel like doing much
straying around on a gloomy day like this either, especially since there
seems to be another wave of rain incoming.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>And so, Wolfgang orders another Über to take us back to the
Courtyard.This time, we spend a bit more time cruising through the city
before making our way onto the Don Valley Parkway. En-route back to
Markham we make our way past a number of rather diverse skyscrapers in the
neighborhoods of Wynford-Concorde and Pleasant View. And after that, we're
back at the Town Suites again.</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-02-056_Uber_to_Hotel.mp4"
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<p>For the rest of the day, we retreat to our respective rooms, me working
on my blog and other stuff, and Wolfgang and Tobias resting. Might as
well, because tomorrow is my first day on..<br>
</p>
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<a href="#top" name="job"><span style="font-size: 75%;">↑ to top</span></a><br>
<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Job</span></h3>
<p>Now for the actual reason we're here. Markham is where most of the
company that I work for now - QBuild - is located, and now is the week of
the yearly meeting where all the people from all the branch offices all
over the world come together and meet with the main staff. The office is
located in one of the many buildings making up the industrial/commercial
barrens around as, and so it's only a pretty short walk of about 8 STEPs
to get there from the Marriott.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>On our walk to work, we always pass across the parking lot of a stylish,
Italian, but also abandoned restaurant by the name of Frankie Tomatto's. I
do like the style, but from what Wolfgang and Tobias tell me, it
apparently wasn't very good. That would also explain why it ended up
closing.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>But anyway, here we are, at the headquarters of the world-spanning QBuild
Corporation in Markham, Canada, which is situated in a flat but sprawling
one-story building. Great for people who don't like stairs.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>I could go about describing it now, but fortunately, I was able to get
permission to take a video of the office from Craig, the very approachable
CEO of QBuild, so I am now proud to present you a full and proper
walkthrough of the QBuild headquarters, with all its twisting pathways,
office spaces, areas under construction, as well as fully equipped gym.</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-02-060_QBuild_Walkthrough.mp4"
height="360" width="640"></video></p>
<p>While Wolfgang and Tobias have taken up residence within the two
Conference Call rooms for the duration of the week, I have been placed in
the dark developers' den, which is quite to my liking, what with me being
photosensitive and all.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>There, I have my own spacious desk where I can place my work laptop, and
attach it to one of the two monitors there. I say one because the
connectors of the laptop are kinda funky, and we'd need a special adapter
to connect the second one, so I'm stuck with only two screens for now.
It's quite interesting, actually. Back on my trip around the world, all I
had was the one screen that my trusty laptop Liete had to offer, and yet
after returning I've gotten so used to working with three screens that
even "just" two screens feels like somewhat of a setback to me now.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Oh, and speaking of the work laptop that I was given... I am actually not
happy with that at all. Not only does it make obnoxious "cool" noises that
can only be disabled temporarily, but it also lights up the room even in
sleep mode with rhythmic pulsing. However, worst of all is the time when
it locks me out entirely due to failed sign-in attempts (because I still
occasionally get my password wrong on account of this being a new job, and
me thus having chosen a new password for security). Then it says to use a
different sign-in option (there are none) or keep the laptop powered for
at least two hours (which doesn't work). To add on top of that, I can't
log onto my windows account to unblock it because that uses the work
e-Mail and the work e-Mail has another weird password that I forgot, and
when I finally remember it deep at night, it was already reset by our
sysadmin, who sent me the new password to my work account, which I can't
access due to my laptop being locked. In short: Use wrench to break glass
to get rock to break glass to get wrench.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>This neat windows security blooper costs me almost a full one of the nine
effective work days that I have while here. But enough about the annoying
things. Now to something pleasant: The first day of work here is actually
my 34th birthday, and since I have to celebrate it far away from my
friends and family, Craig thought of a little something to lift my
spirits.</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-02-064_Happy_Birthday.mp4"
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<p>The song alone is already enough to greatly lift my spirits, but on top
of that, there's also cake, so, yay!</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Now, one slight curiosity about this place is the area under
construction, which is marked off as "Restricted Area ~ Keep Out". That
is, among other things, the area where the big meeting room and the
toilets are located, so people actually go through there on a regular
basis. There's a historical reasons for that, though: You see, this is
pretty much the QBuild Expansion Pack which is currently under
construction, and due to the Green Shnolz (yes, again), construction
stalled at one point. And so, as nothing was actively being constructed
anymore in that area, people eventually started going through, and no one
bothered taking off the "Restricted Area ~ Keep Out" signs.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>Eventually, hover, construction resumes during my stay there, and you're
not supposed to go through again. Now how do you make sure that people no
longer walk into the "Restricted Area ~ Keep Out"? Well, here's how we
ended up solving that particular problem.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>At the last day of the first week (and thus the last day of the yearly
team meeting) we do a special team building event: An escape room game!
Those seem to be pretty popular in Canada, and there's one venue quite
close nearby. Incidentally, that place also serves as a board game meeting
spot, and I actually know quite a few games in the shelves.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Naturally, I signed up for "The Kingdom of Cats". However, since that
didn't end up getting enough players, I ended up on the "Project Sphere"
team in the end. There, we try to follow the tracks of a missing
scientist, making our way through a secret lab of sorts. This is actually
my very first escape room game, and it is quite unlike what I imagined.
Instead of just trying to get out of the room that we're led in
blindfolded, we make our way through several interconnected rooms with
secret doors and all. It's a proper little adventure in its own right, and
the presentation and special effects are top-notch amusement-park grade.
The only drawback is that some of the riddles are not really all that fun
to solve. However, as a team-building experience I think it's really
great, because I end up paired with several random people from the company
and we have to work together to find our way through this maze. I for my
part really shine at the logic puzzles, and me being a Game Designer
definitely helps too, but there's also a number of situations where my
teammates come up with the solution to a puzzle. And then, there's also a
bunch of times where we have to ask for a hint via walkie-talkie on
account of the puzzle being either too hard or too far-fetched.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Work wise, the first week is mostly meetings with the team from all over
the world catching up with one another. This is actually a good start for
me, since it gives me some insight into what the company is doing and how
it all plays together. However, it is also a bit overwhelming. The week
passes by quickly, and at the end of the week, Wolfgang and Tobias depart
back to Germany again, leaving me here at the main office for two more
weeks of on-site training. From now on, it's just me here at the
Courtyard.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>The next two weeks at the job end up being a bit bumpy. From Wolfgang, I
got the directive to soak up as much information as I can while I'm here,
but all the developers are super-busy, so no one really has time to give
me two weeks of full-time training. Instead, I get some basic instructions
and explanations, and beyond that am more or less left to my own devices.
It's a good thing that I already have a lot of programming experience, and
am able to work independently quite well, because otherwise I would have
been completely lost. In the end, I do my best to get as much out of my
stay here as possible, both work-wise and non-work-wise, and while the
weekdays are committed to working, I dedicate my weekends to seeing the
sights in my surroundings. My first destination is:</p>
<p><br>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Day Trip 2: Nearby Niagara</span></h3>
<p> <i><b>10-Oct-2021</b></i></p>
<p>Remember my trip to the Iguazu Falls (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2019/07/book-iii-chapter-2-brasilian-bolero.html">Book
III ~ Chapter 2 ~ Brasilian Bolero</a>)? Well, once again the winds have
taken me into the vicinity of some rather famous falls. Now, the Niagara
Falls are still quite some distance away from Toronto, but it's still
nothing that can't be covered by a dedicated day trip. And so, on the
Sunday right after the departure of Wolfgang and Tobias, I leave the Town
Suites shortly before 8:00 in the morning and set out on what should end
up being a rather time-intensive journey.</p>
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<p>For starters, I'm naturally <em>not</em> taking an Über. For one, I'm
more of a humble public-transit fox, and for another, I am also curious to
try out the public transport system of Toronto, and possibly find out just
why Wolfgang and Tobias have been avoiding it like the Shnolz.
Conveniently, there's a bus stop just 3 STEPs away from the Marriott, and
I have looked up that I should be able to get to the central station of
Toronto, from where a train to Niagara Falls departs, by taking this bus
to the Finch subway station, and then the subway from there. So much for
the plan.</p>
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<p>Naturally, I end up missing the first bus, which departs just in front of
my nose. However, it's no big deal (or so I should think at that time),
because the next bus departs only ten minutes thereafter.</p>
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<p>The next challenge is getting a ticket. I've tried to look into it, but
am still a bit confused about the payment methods, so I ask the bus
driver. After a bit of a misunderstanding I learn that this is a modern
country like New Zealand or Japan where everyone usually pays the fare
using a special card. Not having one, I instead have to pay by cash, and
here's the next great thing: Instead of the fares I'm used to from other
places where the basic rule is "the farther you go the more you pay", here
in Toronto the system is quite different: You have to pay $3.25 to enter a
vehicle ($3.20 if paying by card), and are then allowed to ride that
vehicle for as long as you like, <strong>plus</strong> you can change
vehicles as often as you like within a two-hour period following the
initial payment, and then still complete your ride on the last one you
boarded. In effect, that means you can get pretty much anywhere in the
whole network of the TTC (Toronto Transit Commission) for as little as
$3.20 (which is about 2.35€), meaning that public transit <strong>so much
cheaper</strong> over here compared to Munich.</p>
<p>Anyway, the buses are more or less the same, with two exceptions: First,
soem of the seats are marked off-limits on account of the Green Shnolz,
and second, there's these pull-strings, which may or may not be used to
trigger an alarm. I didn't check.</p>
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<p>The bus route to Finch is pretty straightforward: First we head west
along the Steeles Avenue East - named after the legendary Canadian
super-Mountie Major General Sir Samuel Benfield Steele from the North-West
Mounted Police and head of the Yukon detachment during the Klondike Gold
Rush - for pretty much exactly 6km until we hit Yonge Street, the one and
only, and then turn south on that for another 2km until Finch Station.
It's interesting to see that the regular square grid cells into which the
perpendicular main roads divide the area are always roughly 2x2km big, so
you could also say that the route takes me three cells west and one cell
south. Notably, Finch isn't actually the closest rail/subway station from
the Courtyard: The Old Cummer train station is only one cell south and one
cell west, and the Don Mills subway station is about two cells south.
However, since there's a bus running directly to Finch Station and none of
the others, this route is still the fastest to go downtown.</p>
<p><strong>Ride Duration:</strong> 21min<br>
<strong>Approximate Distance</strong>: 8km<br>
<strong>Average Speed</strong>: 23km/h</p>
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<p></p>
<p>The bus ride to Finch first takes me through three grid cells of
residential areas, and then, as we turn south on Yonge Street, the one and
only, it's suddenly commercial districts all the way to Finch. Apart from
that, there's not really much to note along the way.</p>
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<p>Arriving at Finch Station, I find the bus terminal (which is connected to
the subway) to be large and rather empty. probably again due to the Green
Shnolz.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>However, making my ways down into the bowels of the station I note that
apparently here living with the Shnolz has already become somewhat normal,
as there's dedicated mask vending machines standing around, where one can
purchase their favourite brand of Shnolz-mask.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>A bit later, I manage to locate the subway platform, where two trains are
waiting, and without any obvious displays on the platform to tell me which
one of them is the right one, I just enter one of them at random.</p>
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<p>The subway of Toronto is a bit old-style, but not too old. Maybe a bit
rustic, and also suspiciously empty.</p>
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<p>That is when I notice this sign at the station.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Since Finch is the terminal station of this subway line, I quickly figure
that I'm in the wrong train, and amazingly even manage to make it over
into the other, correct train before it departs. And while this one is
still far from full, at the very least there's <em>some</em> people in it
now, making me more confident that I'm in the correct train now.</p>
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<p>For the most part, the subway is pretty old. There's no fancy screens or
anything, however, despite its age, it still has a really, really cool
feature, and that is the live subway map: Using colored lights, the subway
map makes it so much easier to see where you currently are, and also
highlights transit stations. Overall, the subway system of Toronto is
fairly small, featuring only four lines, of which the one I'm riding now
is not only the longest, but also the most interesting: Going in a
U-Shape, the two terminal stations of Subway Line 1 are actually only 9km
apart, despite the whole line being about 38km long.</p>
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<p>Anyway, whereas my bus ride to Finch was mostly straightforward, my
subway ride now is <em>extremely</em> straightforward, for the route to
Toronto Union Station - the central station of Toronto - pretty much leads
straight south beneath Yonge Street, the one and only, with just a little
right turn at the end, and little more in terms of lateral movement.</p>
<p><strong>Ride Duration:</strong> 31min<br>
<strong>Approximate Distance</strong>: 16km<br>
<strong>Average Speed</strong>: 31km/h</p>
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<p>Altogether, it takes about an hour in total to get from the hotel to
Union Station (discounting me missing the bus), which isn't really all
that much longer than taking an Über, especially considering you have to
book the Über in advance and then still wait for it to pick you up. Also,
it is just <strong>so much cheaper</strong>, so I think I'll keep
preferring public transit. However, there naturally <em>is</em> one
disadvantage of taking the subway: Apart from the stations, there's not
really much to see along the way.</p>
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<p>And even that is not entirely true, since the subway actually has a few
above-ground segments near Davisville and Rosedale.</p>
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<p>Arriving at Union Station, I briefly hesitate at the automatic ticket
gate, unsure about how it'll work with me having a paper ticket, but then
I see someone else leave and realize it's actually super-easy: Due to the
convenient flat-rate, you don't even need a ticket to exit and can just
walk straight through (unlike in Japan where your fare only gets deducted
when leaving).</p>
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<p></p>
<p>With that, I'm now within the Union Station, which is, quite frankly, a
contemporary dungeon made of underground walkways and crossing bridges. It
does take me some time to find my way towards the main tracks, but I
manage to make it in the end.</p>
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<p>Eventually, I manage to find myself a vending machine, where I am not
only able to buy a round-trip ticket to Niagara Falls...</p>
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<p>...but also get myself a Presto-Card to use the local buses and subway
more easily (also, it makes for a nice souvenir to go with the cards I
already have from Japan).</p>
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<p>Next, I need to figure out which train to take. Now, unfortunately, I
learn that I've just missed the direct train to Niagara Falls, on account
of me missing that bus earlier, and the next direct train to Niagara Falls
doesn't run for another three hours. However, fortunately, there's also a
more indirect route using the Lakeshore Line, and since that one commutes
every half hour, I'm good to take the one that departs in 15 minutes.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>But before that, I help myself to a drink from one of the fountains that
are readily available everywhere around these parts (including bottle
refill stations!).</p>
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<p>My train departs from platforms 25 and 26, which seems kinda strange
until I arrive at the platform and understand.</p>
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<p>The train arrives shortly. Around these parts, the primary long-distance
operator is GO, which operates trains and buses. The GO train that I take
seems kinda bulky, but that may also be due to the fact that it is a
double-deck train. Good panorama view, here I come!</p>
<p></p>
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<p>On the inside, the train is quite modern, featuring plexiglass
Shnolz-screens between the seats, outlets and charging stations, as well
as functional free WiFi for all passengers. I wish Germany had trains <em>this</em>
advanced.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>On account of the strategically placed Lake Ontario, the route to Niagara
Falls is remarkably triangular, with both the train segment to Burlington
and the bus segment from there to Niagara Falls being roughly as long as
the direct line across the lake. Now, the first segment takes me southwest
towards Burlington along the shore of Lake Ontario.</p>
<p><strong>Ride Duration:</strong> 58min<br>
<strong>Approximate Distance</strong>: 51km<br>
<strong>Average Speed</strong>: 53km/h</p>
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<p>I've now travelled a lot by train, through Germany, Japan, and even New
Zealand, and yet, Canada is still different. At least in this area,
there's not a lot of open fields, but rather mostly forests with
residential areas. We also pass by Grenadier Pond and cross over the
Credit River. And then there's this stretch where the names of all sorts
of companies are planted in greenery alongside the embankment.
Unfortunately, I only manage to capture the last few of them as we pass
by. And then there's also a kinda unsightly yard of metal garbage, and a
whole depot of school buses. What about farmland? Not in this area, baby!</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-02-097_Train_To_Niagara.mp4"
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<p>Roughly an hour later, we arrive at the Burlington GO station, which is
the major local crossover station servicing both GO buses and GO trains.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>There, I have to wait for a bit before the bus to Niagara Falls arrives,
and when it does, I can already tell that it's going to be crowded,
despite this being a double-deck bus and all.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Just like the GO train, the GO bus is also pretty modern on the inside,
featuring plexiglass Shnolz-screens, free WiFi and plane-like lights and
air conditioning nozzles. I wonder why we can't have modern stuff like
that in Germany? I figure there's gotta be some massive corruption and/or
embezzlement running in the DB or something (since other private train
companies <em>do</em> have nice things like these even in Germany).</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>And then, I'm finally on the fourth and final segment on my trip to
Niagara Falls. This one is once again pretty straightforward, with the bus
taking the Queen Elizabeth Way to Niagara Falls while occasionally turning
off the highway to stop at bus stops located at nearby rest stations and
crossroads.</p>
<p><strong>Ride Duration:</strong> 1:35h<br>
<strong>Approximate Distance</strong>: 78km<br>
<strong>Average Speed</strong>: 49km/h</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Oh, and don't even think about throwing away cans here, or else you'll
get hit with the $500 mallet (or the $40,000 warhammer for repeat
offenders).</p>
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<p></p>
<p>The route along the Queen Elizabeth Way is a lot like the train ride, but
with slightly less towns and industry, and slightly more forests. There
are a few fields which I figure may serve as pastures at times, but I
still don't see any typical crop fields or anything around here. Instead,
there's the lake-like Jordan Harbor, which is actually connected to Lake
Ontario through a narrow inlet over which the highway passes, and the
Welland Canal over which ships can get from Lake Erie to Lake Ontario,
because they obviously can't go over the falls... or at least not more
than once.</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-02-103_Bus_To_Niagara.mp4"
height="360" width="640"></video></p>
<p>And then, after a journey of over 150km in just a little under five
hours, counting all delays and stops, I have arrived at the Niagara Falls
Bus Terminal. It is now 12:30, and I am just about ready to start
exploring.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Or actually, let's have lunch first. Now the good thing is that my
breakfast today came with a banana that I brought along for lunch so I
won't have to spend much of my already scarce time on that. The bad news
is that I carried that in Krevyasz' pocket during this whole trip, and
apparently that wasn't such a flash idea. Oh well, it still tastes okay.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>And before I leave the bus station, I also stroll over to the nearby
train station and take note that the direct train to Toronto departs at
17:45. That should give me plenty of time to explore the town.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>Now for my trip. The bus station is still a few kilometres away from the
falls, and while I suppose there's public transport available, I prefer to
walk this distance and see a bit of the city along the way. Walking both
ways, along with an unexpected extension, I end up walking quite some
distance.</p>
<p><i><b>Distance: </b>16.0km<br>
<b>Ascents: </b>80m</i><br>
<i><b>Duration: </b>4.5h</i><br>
<b>7/12<span style="color: green;">🎁︎</span></b></p>
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<p></p>
<p>But before I head towards the falls, I absolutely have to pay a visit to
the temple north of the railroad tracks. Unfortunately, unlike with
Japanese Buddhist temples, entry is prohibited, but it still looks quite
impressive from the front. This one is known as the 萬佛舎利塔寺, or Ten
Thousand Buddhas Sarira Stupa.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Also, I should probably mention that I am quite close to the USA now,
which is just across the river flowing through the canyon below.
Incidentally, the state on the other side is actually New York. I didn't
know that it stretched <em>this</em> far west, did you?</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>From there, I follow the cliffside road south for a while. It's not
particularly scenic per se...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>...but occasionally, there's a gap in the trees and I get a nice view on
the Niagara river with its turquoise waters.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Eventually, I leave the road behind and venture through a green park
alley that at one point was used to carry the Olympic Torch through
Niagara Falls.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>Taking the scenic route, I also come by quite a number of interesting
homes, such as this neat, castle-like home...</p>
<p></p>
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<p>...or this home covered in Tyvek HomeWrap.</p>
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<p>And I suspect that the prices for such a home are actually quite
affordable too, for you see, Niagara Falls is plagued by swarms of noisy
steel hornets with a varying number of wings soaring the sky all the time,
which quickly starts to annoy me and be glad that I'm just passing
through.</p>
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<p>Anyway, for now, I proceed through some idyllic backstreets...</p>
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<p>...and even get to cross over a little open field in the middle of the
city...</p>
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<p>...before reaching the "tourist district" of Niagara Falls, starting with
Hershey's Chocolate World. Hershey's is pretty much the Milka of North
America, though from what I hear it's nowhere near as good as good old
central European chocolate.</p>
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<p>Just across from that are the Rainbow Gardens, which not only have nice
trees and beautiful flowerbeds...</p>
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<p>...but also offer the first view on the Niagara Falls from the Oakes
Garden Theatre.</p>
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<p>Also, there's the disappointingly monochrome local Rainbow Bridge nearby.
It's amazing how many places have one of these yet fail to color it
appropriately.</p>
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<p>But anyway, back to the main reason I'm here for: The Niagara Falls.
Founded in 8,100BC at the end of the Wisconsin glaciation, the falls were
originally located at the edge of the Niagara Ridge, between present day
Queenston and Lewiston. Sinc then, they hae gradually carved a canyon
through the ridge, migrating south at a leisurely pace of a little under
1m a year until they reached their present-day position, where they are
now turning a maximum profit, not only in terms of tourism, but also as a
source of hydroelectric power. Today, the falls are separated into three
parts: The biggest cascade is clearly the horseshoe falls, measuring a
fallline of roughly 700m in a characteristic U-shape. Separated from those
by Goat Island are the about 300m wide American falls, which in turn are
separated by the tiny Luna Island from the tiny, 16m wide Bridal Veil
Falls. They are a great sight to behold (even if they can't measure up to
the outright supernatural Iguazu Falls), but whatever you do, for the sake
of global safety, do not attempt to <a href="https://what-if.xkcd.com/147/">funnel
them through a straw</a>.</p>
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<p>Naturally, there's quite a few people around crowding the balustrade...</p>
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<p>...and some of them don't even seem to mind waiting long hours in line
for a chance to get on an overcrowded boat and wet their faces in the
falls - and that in times of the Green Shnolz. This questionable
experience is probably also quite expensive.</p>
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<p>Speaking of questionable experiences, there's also the opportunity to
ride a zip line towards the falls. Not at breakneck speed, but still... I
for my part prefer to walk the cliffside path.</p>
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<p>And then, I arrive at the Horseshoe Falls, where you can actually walk
right up to the edge.</p>
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<p>Naturally, there's quite a bunch of people around here too.</p>
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<p>This is also as far south as I get in Canada. Crossing the road, I start
making my way back up north through the Niagara Parks...</p>
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<p>There, I come across a wireless statue of Nikola Tesla, who among other
things was involved in the establishment of the first hydroelectric power
plant at the Niagara Falls.</p>
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<p>Walking up the nearby hills, I follow some signs advertising a scenic
view on the falls...</p>
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<p>...only to end up being greatly disappointed with what the people who put
up these signs reckon qualifies as a "scenic view".</p>
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<p>Instead, the last glimpse I get of the falls is from a pedestrians'
bridge spanning Murray Street near Fallsview Boulevard.</p>
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<p>On the other side of the bridge, there's a nice walkway taking me back
part of the way...</p>
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<p>...and before I know it, I'm already back at the Courtyard again.</p>
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<p>Unfortunately, it turns out that not only the Marriott is one of a rather
large series, but they also haven't researched the Gateway technology yet,
so I can't just activate the portal here and teleport back to the Markham
branch. Instead, I have to continue walking back towards the station
through the streets of Niagara Falls.</p>
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<p>As a result, I get to see a few more interesting sights. For one, I get
reminded of the typical North-American All-Way Stop signs (which I last
encountered during my exchange semester in Indiana many years ago).
Instead of one road having priority here, there's stop sign on all roads.
So, what then happens if two cars arrive at the intersection at the same
time? Well, I suppose they'll just keep standing there... forever. That,
or they have a deathmatch.</p>
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<p>Next, there's this kinda unusual half-a-house...</p>
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<p>...and then, there's the Return of Trollface Junction.</p>
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<p>Also, despite the occasion still being over half a month off, some houses
already have stylish Halloween decorations prepared.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Eventually, I reach Queen Street, and with it Ye Olde Walking Malle of
Niagara Falls.</p>
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<p>There's all sorts of stores and places to be found on this road, some of
which one might even find at home, such as another escape room venue.</p>
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<p>Others meanwhile are definitely something you don't find everywhere, such
as this backyard axe-throwing place.</p>
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<p>Oh, and did you know that cannabis is perfectly legal in Canada? Just be
sure not to take any of it across the border.</p>
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<p>And then there's Daredevil Alley, which stand testament to all the daring
and foolhardy things that people have accomplished or died trying against
the backdrop of the Niagara Falls, such as crossing the falls on a
tightrope, going over the falls in a kayak, crossing the tightrope with a
wheelbarrow, flying beneath the bridges on a biplane, crossing the
tightrope while carrying another person on the back, crossing the falls in
a barrel, or crossing the tightrope with a portable stove while stopping
to cook a meal in the middle.</p>
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<p>And with that, my slightly less daring Niagara Falls circuit comes to a
close. It is now 16:05 and time for me to learn that apparently the train
connection posted at the station is no longer in service due to - you
guessed it - the Green Shnolz. Instead, it looks like I'll have to take
the same old bus-and-train combo back to Toronto, with the bus
departing at 17:28.</p>
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<p>With over an hour to spare until then, I spontaneously decide to extend
my stray by a short northern arc, following the cliffside road north past
the temple. Incidentally, that is also when the sun finally comes out...
for the first time since I've been here. Come to think of it, that means
that Wolfgang and Tobias didn't see a single second of sunshine during
their entire stay here.</p>
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<p>By now, I am near a part of the Niagara River known as the rapids.
Following a relatively calm stretch right after the falls, the waters get
quite rugged and turbulent around here.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Further to the north yet, there's another tourist attraction: The
Whirlpool Aero Car. A cable car spanning the unusual fluvial cul-de-sac
known as the Niagara Whirlpool, this is another of these spots where
there's way too many humans standing in line for me to be comfortable with
- <em>especially</em> in times of the Green Shnolz.</p>
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<p>My northern turning point is somewhere around there too, though I have to
wing it a little bit on the way back on account of there being no sidewalk
for some reason.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>On the last stretches of my walk back to the combined bus and train
station I unexpectedly face some danger due to reversing equipment... </p>
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<p></p>
<p>...and I guess I also have to watch out, because apparently it's parasite
season.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>After that, it's 17:00 and time for my second return to the bus stop. I
find the place where the bus is scheduled to depart from quickly, and then
set out to find something to drink, because for some strange reason there
wasn't a single drinking fountain to be found anywhere in all of Niagara
Falls, including the parks, and my throat is absolutely parched. Now the
good news is that there's a drink vending machine inside the station
building... the bad news being that for whatever reason the station
building closed at - you guessed it - 17:00. Guess I'll have to go thirsty
for now.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>After a bit of waiting (and further fruitless searching for a drink
vending machine), the bus arrives, wishing us a Happy Thanksgiving as it
turns towards the stop.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>And with that, I'm on my way back to Burlington, literally riding the bus
into the sunset. The route is the same as before, but this time around, I
manage to snag one of the seats at the very front of the upper deck,
giving me a totally different perspective on the highway.</p>
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<p>By the time we arrive in Burlington, night has already fallen
completely...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>...and thirsty though I may be, there's no time to look for a vending
machine here since the train to Toronto is just about to depart.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>On account of it being night already, there isn't really all that much to
see on the train ride to Toronto (and here I was looking forward to taking
some shots of the Ontario lakeshore)...</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>...but I do note the interesting emergency-alarm system inside the train.
Instead of handle or a button, this train has a bright yellow strip above
the windows, and apparently just touching that triggers the alarm. I
wonder how often someone triggers it by accident.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>By the time we finally arrive at Union Station again, it's 20:15 in the
evening, and I am now both thirsty <em>and</em> hungry.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Fortunately, ample remedies for both these problems are nearby. I am not
yet really familiar with the area, but I just know that Yonge Street, the
one and only, is going to have a <em>selection</em> of food venues for me
to choose from (and I already know that I'm going to run straight into the
first one). As it happens, that is a Hero Certified Burgers, which is a
franchise I've seen around and wanted to try anyway during my stay here in
Canada.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>There, I order an Action Hero Burger Combo, which most importantly comes
with a drink, and since this is North America, drinks also mean free
refills. As such, I thirstily empty two whole cups of Minute Maid lemonade
(which should end up becoming my favorite) before the burger and fries are
even ready, and a third one during my meal. After that, I'm a happy fox
again.</p>
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<p>Also, the ketchup packs here are kinda cool, in that you can use them in
two different ways: You can either peel off the lid and dip, or you can
tear off the front and squeeze, whichever way you prefer.</p>
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<p>Following that dinner, I keep on walking north along Yonge Street, the
one and only, until I reach the Dundas station in front of the Eaton
Centre, which Wolfgang, Tobias and I visited a week ago, thus making
another connection.</p>
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<p>There, I get to inaugurate my brand-new Presto card at the ticket gate...</p>
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<p>...and then I'm headed back towards Finch on the subway.</p>
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<p>Having noticed this before on the train, I now also notice the yellow
emergency alarm strip in the subway, though this one is not continuous.
Interestingly, the fine for misuse here is only half as expensive as in
the train ($500 as opposed to $1,000 on the train).</p>
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<p>At Finch, I then transfer to the bus, noting how this one also seems to
serve as a bicycle carrier...</p>
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<p>...and after a totally uneventful ride and a short walk, I am finally
back again at the Courtyard around 22:00. The right one, this time.</p>
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<p>What a day! I've been on the move for over 14 hours, the majority of
which was spent on trains and buses. But I've also seen a lot, so I
daresay it was a good day. But now, let's take a short break from
exploring and instead talk about...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Food</span></h3>
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<p>My days here should routinely start with a breakfast from the staggering
and awe-inspiring bistro at the Town Suites. And for once, there is no
irony intended, for the breakfast here is really, really good... at least
when they don't make it up. I think my favorite is the Bistro Breakfast
Sandwich, which might as well be called the Breakfast Burger. However,
instead of a burger patty, there's scrambled egg, bacon (or ham, when they
run out of bacon) and salad inside, and there's a small bowl of chopped
fruit as a side dish. This actually makes it into the benchmark category
for what qualifies as a really good breakfast in a hotel for me.</p>
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<p>It goes without saying that since I'm here for three weeks, I should make
a point out of sampling the breakfast menu up and down. Next is the
Avocado Toast, which is effectively one poor slice of toast crushed under
the weight of a whole avocado innards, salad and an egg. It's super tasty,
but the toast in the name is more of a side dish here.</p>
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<p>Next is bacon and eggs, with a personal choice of how the eggs are
prepared (I prefer sunny side up), and more toast than in the Avocado
Toast.</p>
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<p>And then there's the week that the bacon and fruit fail, so the bacon
& eggs with a fruit side dish instead transmogrify to eggs & some
sort of ham-ish thing with fried potatoes as a side dish. Unfortunately,
the fried potatoes are not very good, so I mostly pass them up when they
mysteriously end up in my breakfast in lieu of me ordering fruit.</p>
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<p>We also have classic oatmeal, which comes with aforementioned banana.
This should not become one of my favorites, so I only have it once.</p>
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<p>Then there's pancakes with some sort of cream cheese and blueberry jam
plus the traditional maple syrup. Those range somewhere in the middle, I'd
say, and so I have them more than once.</p>
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<p>Finally, there's the Egg White Frittata. This also features avocado and
salad, and it's not bad, but it narrowly misses my taste on account of it
being egg <em>white</em> firttata, and my favorite part of eggs is the
yolk.</p>
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<p>Also, every breakfast comes with a choice of tea and coffee, so I always
order a large cup of tea, until that fateful day when they run out of the
next thing, namely large cups. From then, it's only a medium-sized tea.
However, the tea, and that has to be said, is really, really good, and
since it comes with two tea bags it usually lasts me the whole day if I
refill it with hot water at the office. Also, some breakfast menus also
come with a bottle of orange juice.</p>
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<p>Lunch... this is where things start to get interesting, in pretty much
all the various meanings of the word. During the first week, when Wolfgang
and Tobias are still here, things are mostly good, with someone regularly
asking me if I would like to come along for lunch. That is actually quite
important, as there are no food places nearby, even the closest venue
being about 6 STEPs away, meaning just getting there and back on foot is
usually a half-hour trip or so. Fortunately, when people do take me along
for lunch in their cars, I get to see all sorts of interesting food venues
nearby, such as the Fat Bastard Burrito...</p>
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<p>...or the Sumilicious, which sells smoked meat sandwiches. The sandwiches
even come with fancy German bread, which is a bit of a rarity around here,
so the locals really go wild over it while I'm all like "but this is what
I have for breakfast every day where I come from". </p>
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<p>On one day of the team meeting week, the company hosts a grilling party
right outside the office on the parking lot, and while I'm not <em>that</em>
big a fan of grilling, the atmosphere is pretty jovial, and the food is
good, if a bit on the charred side.</p>
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<p>Another team meeting week lunch we have on the parking lot is an
all-you-can-eat Indian cuisine lunch. Now this is much more to my liking.</p>
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<p>Now, I've already noted that there's a <em>lot</em> of Chinese and other
Asian people around, and that naturally has consequences as to the
available catering options. For one, there's a Vietnamese Pho shop that
sells tasty and plentiful noodle soup. The takeout version comes in two
plastic cups: One full of "ingredients", and one full of broth. It's
actually impossible to fit all of the broth into the ingredients bowl all
at once, so I always end up doing it in several goes.</p>
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<p>Then there's the Deer Garden, where you can sort of mix your own Chinese
soup: You get a sheet with different soup bases (and modifier options for
those), toppings, extra toppings, extra extra toppings, and noodles and
can select your own combination. Altogether, there's 15*16*32*31*16*10 =
38,092,800 different combinations, and that's just if you stick to the
basic set of two main ingredients. Also, the size of the dishes here is in
the category of "if you can actually finish this, then you <em>may </em>have
a problem".<br>
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<p>Oh, and speaking of Chinese soup, one one of the days when no one thinks
to invite this poor, lonely, rideless foxy out for lunch, I end up
ordering a Chinese soup using a delivery service app. And on account of
that app not accepting either one of my credit cards or PayPal accounts
due to fancy security features they built in, I actually end up having a
colleague from marketing & sales order them for me and then just pay
them in cash.</p>
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<p>You see, after Wolfgang and Tobias left, it quickly becomes painfully
obvious that unlike the rather merry marketing & sales department,
there's no real camaraderie to be found in the programming department that
I am sitting in. Everyone pretty much just takes care of themself and
doesn't mind the others. I eventually come to terms with this and either
try to attach myself to someone from sales & marketing as they go to
lunch, or take a hike to, say, the nearest food court, which has a
selection of for example Korean food.</p>
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<p>I do much prefer it, however, if other people take me along. No only does
that appeal to my Flirial nature of "take care of others and be taken care
of by others", but also do they take me to all sorts of interesting places
with interesting food, like the Tai Ping Hsiang BBQ that sells traditional
Chinese Popcorn Chicken.</p>
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<p>Yet there's one bit of great solace, and that is in one of the two food
places within walking distance. That, namely, is J-Town: A little shopping
block with all-Japanese shops.</p>
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<p>First among all, there's the Café Green Tea, of which I should become a
regular customer in my three weeks of presence. Not only am I able to
converse in Japanese with the owners, but the style of the place is also
genuinely Japanese, so I feel right at home from the moment I walk in.</p>
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<p><em><strong>And they sell Kitsune Udon!</strong></em> Granted, it's not
the best I've ever tasted, but it is still <em>so much better</em> than
anything I've found in Munich. Yum!</p>
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<p>At first, I take my meals from there to the office, but since I just end
up eating alone at my desk there, I eventually take to eating at the Café
Green Tea instead, preferring the homely Japanese atmosphere there to the
lonely office feeling. Also, there's jsut so much tasty food to taste and
sample here! Like Tenpura Udon!</p>
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<p>Udon not your thing? Fine, we also have Kitsune <em>Soba</em>! I don't
think there even <em>is</em> a place in all of Munich that sells Kitsune
Soba!</p>
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<p>By the way, becoming a regular there <em>does</em> have advantages.
Perhaps most notably, I don't have to show my proof of vaccination every
time I want to dine in. That is actually one thing that the Canadians are
much more strict about than the Germans: Pretty much in every single last
venue I enter, I have to present my proof of vaccination <em>and</em> ID,
and they check both very thoroughly. Guess the Canadians are more strict
in regards to enforcing their Green Shnolz regulations than the Germans.</p>
<p>But anyway, back to the food. If you don't feel like having soup as a
primary dish, you can instead try out the Otousan Lunch Menu...</p>
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<p>...or maybe the Tonkatsu Menu.</p>
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<p>Shifting from lunchtime to dinner, I also occasionally rely on the Café
Green Tea for that as well, but only if I make it out of the office in
time, for the Café Green Tea closes at 18:00. But if I <em>do</em> make
it out in a timely manner, I like to drop by and pick up a tasty dinner to
take back to the hotel, such as a box of Tonkatsu Curry.<br>
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<p>And then, there's that time I bring home some Oyakodon, yet forget the
chopsticks. Fortunately, being a fox I am resourceful, and so I manage to
improvise a solution, which - while not elegant - somehow works out.</p>
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<p>Now, that was only the Café Green Tea. Apart from that, there's also
other food places around, such as the Tanuki. This one carries mostly,
uhh... "experimental Japanese-inspired food", so I don't exactly become a
regular here. But I do try it out a few times. They usually also do have a
late-night Kitsune-Friar event with all sorts of fried food, but due to
the Green Shnolz that's cancelled for the duration.<br>
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<p>Anyway, one of the dishes I try from there is the Gentle Blade Omurice...</p>
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<p>...and the other being the Chicken & Fries Sando skewer.</p>
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<p>Then there's the Izakaya Ju, which among other things sells tasty
Sashimi, such as the Surf Clam Sashimi... and <em><strong>Natto</strong></em>!
Tasty, tasty Japanese Natto!</p>
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<p>And one my last evening in Canada, I also allow myself the expensive, yet
super-tasty Chirashi Sashimi set, and do not regret it in the least.</p>
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<p>Finally, there's also the Heisei Mart nearby, which carries an assortment
of typical Japanese goods.</p>
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<p>Among the tasty snacks and drinks I find in there are Lemon Tea, Melon
Soda, Suppa Muucho Umeboshi Chips, and Umeboshi-flavored Kaki-no-Tane. The
former three are things that I haven't tasted since leaving Japan, and the
Umeboshi-flavored Kaki-no-Tane have been out of stock at Munich's one and
only Japanese foods store ever since the pandemic started.</p>
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<p>Leaving J-Town behind but staying within the domain of experimental
Japanese-inspired foods, there's this place somewhat nearby Makirrito
which sells... well... Makirrito, that is, a Sushi Maki rolls the size of
Burriots. It is a thing that I try once, but not more.</p>
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<p>However, in addition to Makirrito, the Makirrito also sells Unagidon, and
since it's been a while since I've gotten to eat Unagi (eel), I am happy
to try it out. Unlike the Makirrito, this one is actually quite good.</p>
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<p>Also, one night during the team meeting week, the company sponsors us a
fully-fledged Yakiniku dinner at an expensive place in downtown Toronto.
Naturally, that place - like everything else of import - is located on
Yonge Street, the one and only.</p>
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And moving on from Japanese to general Asian, one night, I take a detour
over the closest shopping plaza to take home some Chinese Dumplings from a
place that is so Chinese that it makes me feel right out of place...
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<p>...while on another night, I try out some Taiwanese beef noodle soup from
a place with the creative name of Zen-Q. Unfortunately, the "beef" turns
out to be mostly bone and tendon, but the rest of the soup is tasty.</p>
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<p>With that, I believe I have an "East Asian Food Bingo" (Japanese,
Chinese, Vietnamese, Taiwanese and Korean). So now let's move on to some
non-Asian dinners. Incidentally, all those should occur during the team
event week, because if I'm eating alone and there's<strong><em> so many</em></strong>
tasty Asian food places around me, then I might as well eat Asian. For
starters, there's this place called The Owl, which is a Frickin Pub...
sorry, a Firkin Pub that especially Tobias likes to frequent, right next
to the Courtyard. On our first night, this is where he, Wolfgang and I go
to dine, with me having a Shepherd's Pie. Note to myself: Never order
Shepherd's Pie again.</p>
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<p>Another night of the team event week, we go out to an Indian food place,
which boasts itself for offering the Omega Death Curry, Canada's hottest
curry, hotter than any other curry <em>ever</em>™. This one is so
dangerous that they do not allow it to be eaten outside of the restaurant,
probably so they can call an ambulance in case the curry manages to defeat
a challenger.</p>
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<p>One last joint dinner of team event week is done at the Italian
restaurant Scaddabush, where I end up being served some salmon with beans
and capers, along with lots and lots of antipasti shared around the table.
Also, this place serves a really interesting oval variant of pizza the
likes of which I have not seen before.</p>
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<p>And that's it for the food. Now let's proceed with...<br>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Day Trip 3: The Free Lunch Day Stray</span></h3>
<i><b>11-Oct-2021</b></i><br>
<i><b>Distance: </b>26.0km</i><br>
<i><b>Ascents: </b>120m</i><br>
<i><b>Duration: </b>9.0h</i><br>
<b>5/12<span style="color: green;">🎁︎</span></b><br>
<p>They say "There's no such thing as a free lunch". However, every once and
so often, life throws something free and good at you after all. In my
case, that is thanksgiving. Following the Monday after which Wolfgang and
Tobias have left, there's Thanksgiving Day over here in Canada, which is a
public holiday, and thus I get one whole extra day to explore. Yay!</p>
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<p>It's only just been yesterday that I've been to the Niagara Falls, and
yet, since that effectively was mostly train and bus rides with a little
bit of a stray in between, I feel both ready and willing for a <em>real</em>
stray today. I briefly consider doing a one-way hike to downtown Toronto
and then taking the subway back, traversing the Don Parklands along the
way, but somehow I feel more like doing a round trip through the more
immediate neighborhood instead. So I end up doing a hike through the
northeastern corner of North York instead passing through Hillcrest
Village, Bayview Woods, Bayview Village, Henry Farm, Don Valley Village,
Pleasant View and L'Amoreaux along the way. Actually, that last one is
already in Scarborough, which lies just east of North York.</p>
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<p>Since the Marriott is located in the middle of industrial/commercial
barrens, I naturally first have to walk some way along the roadside before
I can reach greener pastures.</p>
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<p>But soon enough, I reach first a significantly more pleasant residential
area...</p>
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<p>...and then the first park on my stray today. Also, the weather is really
nice again today.</p>
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<p>For the next bit, I come across a prime sample of typical Canadian (and
also USA) infrastructure: A plaza. These commercial areas can easily be
distinguished by a big parking lot surrounded by storefronts, and stand as
testaments to the central importance attributed to cars in this society.
The most basic shape of a plaza is a square parking lot with an L-shaped
single-storey storefront on two sides, but there's also more creative
designs around. In fact, pretty much all of the food places that my
co-workers took me to were on such plazas, and they were quite surprised
to hear when I told them that such things don't really exist in Europe. Or
New Zealand. Or Japan. Or Brazil. Or South Africa. Or pretty much anywhere
else I've been to apart from North America. Anyway, they're normally quite
busy, but since it's still relatively early in the morning <em>and</em>
Thanksgiving Day, this one is about as empty as it gets.</p>
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<p>Next, I enter something else that I didn't know of yet: A community
safety zone. Not only is there a speed limit of 40 (km/h, I hope, because
40mph wouldn't be much of a speed limit), but apparently the fines for
traffic violations are higher while in this area. So remember, kids:
Breaking the law is bad, but breaking the law <em>here</em> is <em>especially</em>
bad.</p>
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<p>After a walk through mostly residential areas, I eventually reach Duncan
Creek Park, which is also my major park for today. I should stay within
its boundaries for quite some time for now.</p>
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<p>Also, there's a public drinking fountain around. Not knowing when I might
next get a chance to satiate my thirst again (and wary after what happened
in Niagara Falls yesterday), I drink amply before moving on.</p>
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<p>Duncan Creek park, named for the narrow creek running through it, is an
idyllic green oasis, standing in stark contrast with the extensive
suburban sprawl around it, thus balancing it nicely.</p>
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<p>Wading in said creek, I find a bird that I am not familiar with. It's
bill and and long legs are somewhat reminiscent of a crane, and yet it
looks distinctly different. Does anyone know it's name? <br>
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<p>Eventually, Duncan creek flows into the much larger German Mills Creek,
which is coming from the German Mills neighborhood to the north.</p>
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<p>Crossing over from one section of the park to the next, I have to cross a
road featuring not only a pedestrians' signal, but also a bicycle signal,
the purpose of yet could yet be made more obvious by including a QR-code
linking to a short, animated video explaining the purpose of this signal
in excruciating detail.</p>
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<p>This next park segment - which is already part of the rather big East Don
Parklands - begins with a veritable forest of signs formulating a code of
conduit of sorts. I particularly like the "No E-Bikes" sign.</p>
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<p>And then, there's this recycling tutorial, which I actually find quite
informative. Did you know that plastic products in Canada have to be
color-coded based on whether they can be recycled? As such, black plastic
products go into the garbage, while plastic products of other colors can
be recycled. Also, blue bins (which are <em>only</em> for paper in
Germany) are for all sorts of recycling here - including paper, plastic
and cans - and that convention also applies to colored garbage bags.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>But back to the stray at hand. The East Don Parklands are as serene as
the Duncan Creek Park, and follow the course of the East Don River south
for quite a while. Named after the river Don in Yorkshire, England, the
native name for this river is Nechinquakakonk, Wonscotanach or
Waasayishkodenayosh, depending on whom you ask.</p>
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<p>And although it's hard to see with all the trees, the entire park is
situated in an over 10m deep valley cutting into the surrounding area - a
fact that becomes apparent by means of the railway bridges occasionally
spanning the valley.</p>
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<p>That fact, in conjunction with the "Caution ~ Beware of Flooding during
and after rain" and the fact that there's life saving equipment provided
every few hundred meters makes me make a mental note to never set foot in
here after heavy rainfall (not that I'm likely to get that chance anyway,
mind you).</p>
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<p>Next, I cross an imposing electric thoroughfare, which cuts through the
cityscape like a knife. Roughly a hundred meters wide, this swath reaches
from the eastern border of the Toronto metropolitan area all the way to
the Richview Transformer Station near Toronto Pearson International
Airport and beyond. It also makes for a great wildlife-highway and is
probably good for insects too, never mind the steel-giants looming above.</p>
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<p>Moving on, I pass by an area that is, uhh... "cordoned-off" due to the
occurrence of a plant known as Giant Hogweed beyond. Originally native to
the Caucasus, it eventually migrated all across Europe and was eventually
brought to North America in 1917 because introducing species to new
continents is never a bad thing. There, it soon managed to "break out" of
the arboreta and Victorian gardens which it was originally intended for,
and by now is widespread all over Ontario. It's sap is phototoxic, which
means that it can cause serious skin inflammation in combination with
sunlight, since it inhibits the skin's natural ability to protect itself
from sunlight (aka: it temporarily turns you into a vampire of sorts).
Thus, if you happen to touch this plant, it's best to wash it off
immediately and then avoid sunlight for 48 hours. Fortunately, none of
these sneaky giants are anywhere near my route.</p>
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<p>Now, my original intention was to follow the East Don Parklands all the
way south to my turning point, but at one point there's a fence in the
way, closing off a part of the path due to constructionless
construction...</p>
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<p>...so I have to make my way through another residential district, walking
along a sidewalk of extraordinary magnitude along the way. But hey, who
needs sidewalks? We have <em><strong>cars!!!</strong></em></p>
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<p>Once back in the parklands, I take care to keep off the unsafe ice...</p>
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<p>...and then proceed to make the rest of my way through this tamed
wilderness.</p>
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<p>The park is briefly interrupted by the crossroads at the Leslie subway
station, which is kinda unusual in that the whole big crossroads is
situated on top of the Don River (or put another way, the Don River flows
diagonally beneath the crossroads).</p>
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<p>After that, there's still a short stretch of parklands left before the
trail passes under the 401 Highway, which is the one that Wolfgang, Tobias
and I came along on our way from the airport. This is also my declared
southern terminus for this stray, since I figure it makes for a
distinctive line.</p>
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<p>From here, I head eastwards, and soon find myself within a residential
area again. This time, however, they have sidewalks! Now the question is,
does that mean that this is a rich area (aka: they can afford sidewalks)
or a poor one (aka: not everyone can afford a car)?</p>
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<p>There, I come across the tree with the kinda unusual roots...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>...before passing by the colorful spires of Don Mills near the terminal
station of subway line 4.</p>
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<p>It is now 13:00, and I am by now quite hungry. Now, the good news is that
Fairview Mall is right on the other side of the crossroads.</p>
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<p>The bad news is that despite being open on all days of the week, it is
closed right now, and there's not even a sign explaining why. In fact, I
am not the only potential customer turning around in front of its closed
doors in frustration right now.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>While crossing the extensive... well, "parking lot" seems to small, so
let's call it "parking district"... of the mall on my way out, I also come
across a creative new zebra crossing: This one is black on black. Somehow
I don't think that this will become a thing.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>And so, I hungrily venture on, passing by an interesting playground that
I'll just call the 5d12 playground.</p>
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<p>Also this playground has a modern water fountain, so hungry though I may
be, I at least won't go thirsty.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Eventually, however, I find some food at Peanut Plaza. There, the scores
of cars communicate quite clearly that the places here are open, and so I
now jsut have to decide on where and what I want to eat there.</p>
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<p>A short stray around the plaza reveals its own set of curiosities, such
as the Bank of China (Canada)...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>...as well as this very thematic car, which I doubt would be legal in
Germany.</p>
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<p>It actually takes me some time to locate the whereabouts of the food
place I've been looking for within the plaza, since it is cleverly hidden
in a rare indoor area, and thus has not outdoor store front: It is the
Popeyes Luisiana Kitchen, which was also a place that picked my interest
and that I had wanted to try out for a while, and certainly not only
because it's so very orange. No no! The very idea is absurd!</p>
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<p>You see, not only is this place the official restaurant of the famous
Toronto Maple Leafs, but it also has a great sense of humor.</p>
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<p>So, what do they serve here? Well, chicken, mostly, so I have a 3 Chicken
Piece Tender Combo with a selection of sauces, and tasty Minute Maid
lemonade. The spicy sauce is also really good, because it is not just
spicy, but also has an interesting taste to it.</p>
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<p>After filling my belly and thus recharging my batteries, I am on my way
again. Before long, I come by a bus stop which I do not only want to
highlight due to its "10 minute or better" service policy, but also for
the interesting approach that there's a system in place where you can send
a text message to a number to learn when the next vehicle will arrive at
this stop.</p>
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<p>Moving on, I next cross back over the 404 Highway Not Found, and stand in
shock and awe as I see just how many cars are on this massive road. This
can't be good for the environment. I think we may have a problem. Also do
you see the separate lane on the right side? That's the express lane for
cars with two or more passengers. Now what does that tell you about all
these other big cars?</p>
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<p>I really don't get what humans see in cars. I for my part am not only
grateful that I don't have to pay buttloads of cash for a way to
contribute to destroying the sky, but am also quite happy not to have to
deal with, say, daily traffic jams. Also, didn't cars use to come in
colors at some point?</p>
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<p>As I continue down the road - north this time - I soon realize that I'm
in Canada at possibly the most iconic time, because at this time of the
year, the maple trees are all ablaze in a brilliant red. And thus, it does
not take me long to find a perfect Canadian red maple leaf lying there on
the sidewalk. </p>
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<p>I am now walking along Victoria Park Ave, and it is there that I come
across a long row of very artistic murals just waiting to be admired.</p>
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<p>And then I pass back north across aforementioned electric thoroughfare
again, roughly 3.5km east of where I crossed southwards over it in the
East Don Parklands. This time around, there's no path leading through,
making this even more of a natural sanctuary (although they clearly keep
the grass cut short for some reason).</p>
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<p>I could have just followed my route north from here and arrived
back at the Town Suites, but since there's still some time in the day and
my feet are not all that tired yet, I instead turn a few blocks to the
east and then continue heading north through a perpendicular park and
power line combination.</p>
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<p>Soon thereafter, I pass by a public toilet...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>...and eventually walk along a sidewalk where some maple leaves have
immortalized themselves in concrete. Is it accidental? Is it intentional?
At any rate, it looks kinda cool.</p>
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<p>At the very end, I take yet a little bit of a detour, and finally
approach the Courtyard from the west again.</p>
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<p>By now, my feet are finally reasonably tired, so the first thing I do
once back in my room is to fall backwards onto my bed and cool off,
thankful that I won't have to do much walking these next four days. And
that's it for today's stray. Next, let us talk about...</p>
<br>
<a href="#top" name="flair"><span style="font-size: 75%;">↑ to top</span></a><br>
<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Flair</span></h3>
<p>A new land means curiosities, and quite a few of them. For one, there's
much more wildlife around than in Europe, like lots and lots of cute grey
squirrels everywhere you look. Sometimes, entire scurries of squirrels can
be seen squatting in the grass.</p>
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<p>Now, if squirrels ain't your thing, we've got wild geese too. Canada
Geese, to be exact. They, too, are literally all over the place. Not quite
as often as squirrels, but in much larger groups.</p>
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<p>On another topic: School buses. Did you know they have a special design
with doors at the rear end of the bus here? Apparently, that's supposed to
increase safety because no one would ever rear-end a school bus, right?</p>
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<p>Now, you've probably noticed that there's a lot of tall buildings in and
around Toronto. Every city has those. However, what I note is special here
is that many of these buildings have really, really cool and futuristic
designs. This, I feel, is what a city of the 21st century should look
like.</p>
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<p>Related to that is the fact that many utility boxes are also painted with
colorful motifs.</p>
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<p>Occasionally, there's also these butterfly bicycle stands. Unfortunately,
I never actually see one of them in use. Did I note that cars are
regrettably popular over here?</p>
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<p>As for pedestrian signals, they work mostly the same as everywhere else,
only that green is white. They also have a neat counter for the remaining
time to cross, and sometimes there's a button to press. What the button
does depends on the exact location, so it's actually a good thing that
they often come with instructions.</p>
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<p>I also really don't get what Wolfgang and Tobias have against taking the
public transport here. After all, it is not only cheap and convenient, but
they also have blizzard-proof bus stop shelters, which I imagine are
especially convenient during the winter. These shelters are closed on 3.5
of 4 sides, leaving only a door-sized opening at the front.</p>
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<p>Staying on the topic of roads, if you're a big enough company, and have
both the money and the influence, you can actually shape the very road
design in your favor. For example, on Steeles Ave, there's thr IBM ramp
right in the middle of the road that leads down into a tunnel headed for
the nearby IBM campus, because why ever should IBM employees have to use
traffic lights like normal people?</p>
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<p>Oh, and you know how in Germany gas stations sell various different sorts
of gas? Well, here in Canada, there can only be one.</p>
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<p>Another curiosity are these tiny little red, yellow and blue flags by the
roadside that indicate not doggie poop, but rather where lines for water,
gas and electricity are buried. Maybe there's also green flags, but if
there are, I didn't manage to spot any. </p>
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<p>I figure it's good that these are marked to ward off any danger caused by
careless digging. And on top of that, there's also the danger due to the
fence.</p>
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<p><strong>STOP!!!</strong></p>
<p>Search engine optimization.</p>
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<p>Next, there's all sorts of bogus posts by quacks of all trades to be
found on public billboards. The quality and content of those posts ranges
from "hazardous to one's wallet" over "hazardous to one's health" to
"hazardous to the future of the planet".</p>
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<p>I'd really rather that the people pay heed to the large-scale vaccination
campaign - both over here as well as back home - so we can soon leave this
whole Green Shnolz situation behind us.</p>
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<p>In the heart of Toronto, late at night while returning from the Yakiniku
place with the guys, I have to dodge two people playing chess right there
and then, without a care, on the sidewalk of Yonge Street, the one and
only.</p>
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<p>And on the way to the office, I regularly walk past this colorful Soul
Mutts van. I wonder what it used to be for, because right now it is just
standing in the same spot, and doesn't move an inch during all of the
three weeks that I am here (and neither does the bland, silver car next to
it). Did I mention that we clearly have to many cars yet?</p>
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<p>Back at the office, Craig has this kinda cool split keyboard...</p>
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<p>...plus on the toilet, there's this cute little notice.</p>
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<p>Finally, that's not a Post-it...</p>
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<p>...<em>that's</em> a Post it!!!</p>
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<p>So much for the flair! Now, my stay here in Canada is just about
two-thirds over, and I still have a weekend to spend. Time for...</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Day Trip 4: A March to Markham</span></h3>
<i><b>16-Oct-2021</b></i><br>
<i><b>Distance: </b>15.0km</i><br>
<i><b>Ascents: </b>70m</i><br>
<i><b>Duration: </b>4.25h</i><br>
<b>5/12<span style="color: green;">🎁︎</span></b><br>
<p>This one should be my lowest-priority stray, and only happens because I
end up having enough time this Saturday after taking care of my Japanese
learning in the morning. Though the weather looks a bit gloomy, I decide
that I'd rather risk going out and getting wet over sitting in the hotel
room all day and doing nothing noteworthy. So, I set my sights onto the
civic centre of Markham (because as you recall, the Courtyard is located
near the very south) and am on my way. Another afternoon-stray, this one
should match my stray in Niagara Falls in almost all aspects, including
duration and distance. First I head north until I head the civic centre of
Markham, then a little bit east, then back south again, and finally back
west to the Town Suites along Steeles Ave.</p>
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<p>And so, it happens that I get myself an early lunch at the Café Green
Tea, and then depart northwards on Woodbine Ave beneath a threatening sky
shortly before noon.</p>
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<p>After a bit of walking, I pass by K-Chon, the Korean alternative to
J-Town. Unfortunately, it's a few STEPs further away than any other local
dining options, and so I should not get to try it out.</p>
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<p>I also walk by the Omescape venue, which is the place where we had the
company escape room game. Naturally, we did drive there by car, but it's
actually close enough that we could have walked there in, say, 30 minutes
or so.</p>
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<p>Crossing a bridge, I walk over a loooong straight railroad line, which I
have to note is regrettably not electrified...</p>
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<p>...and after that, I just keep walking by the roadside for quite some
distance without any interesting things to see along the way.</p>
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<p>I guess I should have been thankful for the existence of sidewalks,
though, because soon enough, I have to walk along a reasonably long
stretch of road that doesn't even have that.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>That is right before crossing over one of these typical North American
super-wide highways. Both of these boil down on the topic of cars once
again, and since I'm sure I'm already boring you with that by now, I will
say no more about it.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>It is only on the other side of that highway (the 407 this time) that
things slowly start getting interesting. For one, there's the First
Markham Place, an iconic shopping centre that looks almost like an
amusement park from afar.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>After that, I pass over the Rouge River, not to be confused with the
Rogue River, which is located roughly 500km to the west in Michigan.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>And then, there's the St. Maurice & St. Verena Coptic Orthodox
Church, which sports an interesting design.</p>
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<p>Next, I pass by a whole field of Omega Death Thistles...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>...before crossing the Town Centre Boulevard of Markham next to the
futuristic Hwy 7 / Town Centre Station.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>With that, I have now already reached the civic centre of Markham. It is
located in the middle of a small park with a pond, and there's naturally
quite a few wild geese around.</p>
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<p>Moving on, I pass by the Markham Town Square Mall...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>...noticing some very interesting cycling lanes as I cross the road
thereafter.</p>
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<p>Next, I hid a bit of a roadblock as a road that I intended to take is
closed for construction.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>And it's not only the road, but also the sidewalk that's completely
closed. Fortunately, there seems to be an alternative.</p>
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<p>However, after crossing over to the other side of the road to use the
other sidewalk, I then find this.</p>
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<p>Neat, huh? Someone clearly put a lot of thought into this. Fortunately,
I'm not a mouse who would now get stuck bouncing back and forth between
the two arrows. Instead, I chart out another route which eventually takes
me to the other side of this unsightly obstacle.</p>
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<p>Now, remember how I said I wouldn't go on and on about cars anymore?
Well, I lied, because right there and then, I come across a car lugging
another car around as a showcase object or something.</p>
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<p>At that point, I kinda snap. I mean, seriously, what is <em>wrong</em>
with humans? Several million years of evolution, thousands of years of
human history, all without cars, and then, within a single century they
get so dependent on cars, structuring their whole lives and societies
around it to a point that any major religion can be jealous about it.
Why...</p>
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<p>...and then, instead of doing the sensible thing and sharing the rides
where they are already complaining about the expensive gas prices, they
instead buy ultra-large SUVs and clog up both streets and parking lots by
riding in them one person at a time, with four to six seats empty on
average. All the while there are dozens of cars just <em>standing around</em>
on the side of the road for, like, 22 hours a day, taking up space. I
really hope self-driving vehicles become a thing soon, because even with
only a very rough estimate I can already tell that we should be able to
cover all of humanity's transportation needs with only about 10% of the
cars if we go about it smartly. Now if only...</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Okay, sorry about that, but I really needed to get that one of my chest.
Now, where were we? Oh right, my stray to the Markham civic centre and
back. I have just found and alternative route around the road blockage,
and am proceeding on my way, past some apartment buildings that, while not
extraordinarily creative, are certainly not boring either.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Afterwards, I cross back south over the Rouge River, which is actually
rather green for its name.</p>
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<p>Up until around now, the weather has been pretty good for me. But it is
now that the sky finally breaks, and rain starts to fall. Fortunately,
it's no too strong, but if it keeps up raining like this all the way back
then I'll still arrive pretty wet.</p>
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<p>Fortunately, I soon enough come across the Pride of Canada, which is a
roofed carousel ride. Doubly-roofed, actually, because both the carousel
itself and the square that is standing on has a roof. Here, I sit out the
rain while searching for a geocache, which I would not have found if not
for the encouragement of the carousel attendant who spurs me on just as I
was about to quit.</p>
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<p>Also, right across from the Pride of Canada, on the other side of the
Enterprise Boulevard, there's this building a corner of which is held up
by what Kevin Kelly calls a DodecaCaryatid Totem Pole. Personally, I think
the name "11d12 Column" is more fitting. I wonder if this Kevin Kelly
person is also the mastermind behind aforementioned 5d12 playground?</p>
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<p>By now, the rain has mostly let up, and so I move on past a nameless pond
beneath another high voltage line. There seem to be quite a lot of these
around.</p>
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<p>On my further way back south, I come past this Awesome Music Studio...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>...and then I make a short side trip into the Clark Young Woods in search
of another geocache.</p>
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<p>Eventually, I find myself back in a typical residential area, where I am
surprised to find a not-so-typical green string cross both the lawn and
the sidewalk. I wonder what this signifies.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>I subsequently make my way though Risebrough Park...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>...where I find and unusual, chandelier-like tree standing by the side of
the path.</p>
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<p>Moving on through the Milliken Neighborhood, my heart skips a beat as I
come by what must be by far the most terrifying Halloween decoration yet.</p>
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<p>And then, I'm already back at Steeles Ave, and with it the border to
Toronto. From here on out, it's pretty much just walking west for about
2km or so.</p>
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<p>Along that way, I come across the imposing St. Mark Coptic Orthodox
Cathedral, which is yet another Coptic Orthodox church. There seem to be
quite a few of those around here.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>And then, maybe 15 minutes before arriving back at the Town Suites, the
sun finally breaks through the clouds, and the remainder of the day
promises to be clear. Yay. Great timing!</p>
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<p></p>
<p>So much for this stray. With that, I have now done almost all the things
I planned to do, with the exception of one last trip that I have saved for
tomorrow. But before I get to that, let's briefly focus on...</p>
<br>
<a href="#top" name="retro"><span style="font-size: 75%;">↑ to top</span></a><br>
<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Retrospective</span></h3>
<p>Since what I'm rating now is a combination of a hotel and work place,
it's kinda like the work & travel places I've been staying at, and yet
also kinda different. First off, the accommodation: I had a big room with
all to myself, which is pretty good, but does not quite reach the "own
apartment" level. The food, meanwhile, was top notch, owing primarily to
the fact that J-Town exists and has Kitsune Udon and other tasty stuff,
but the company dinners weren't half bad either. I have to deduct some
points in this category, however, for all those bloopers that the
stupendous and unparalleled Bistro allowed for itself. Meanwhile the
work... ohhh, that's a heavy topic that I'm going to cover in more detail
in a later chapter. But do you remember the door to the restricted area
and how that was handled? Let's just say that this mindset also persisted
in the code base that I was expected to work with, and I wasn't <em>at
all</em> happy with that. Next, the atmosphere. At the hotel, it was
pretty standard, while at work the sales & marketing people were nice,
but I felt pretty lost and alone in the development department. Finally,
there's that issue with the noisy duct outside my window, and the fact
that the area is industrial/commercial barrens, so this does not score all
that many points, added up. The facilities, meanwhile, were overall pretty
good, but I never had a stove or oven to cook for myself, and the bathroom
in the hotel also had some room for improvement. Recreation-wise, there
were a few events, but for the most part I was left to make my own fun. It
was maybe a bit lonely, but oh well. With this being a full-time job, the
weekly work hours were about as much as expected, with me putting in a bit
of overtime on account of having not much else to do on work days and also
wanting to make the most of my time here. However, since this is now an
actual job, and a development job to boot, that means that I'm getting
paid amounts that I could not even dream of during my working holidays, so
rating this experience by working holiday standards, even with full-time
hours, the Work-Value Ratio is absolutely through the roof. Overall, that
makes this a pretty solid experience, ranking about equal with my last
working holiday experience at the Kerama Backpackers on Tokashiki (see <a
href="http://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2018/12/book-ii-chapter-16-tropical-tokashiki.html">Book
II ~ Chapter 16 ~ Tropical Tokashiki</a>).</p>
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<p></p>
<p>And that's it for the retrospective. Now, there's one last free day at my
disposal while I'm here, and I should end up spending that one...<br>
</p>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">Day Trip 5: Walking the Waterfront</span></h3>
<p><i><b>17-Oct-2021</b></i></p>
<p>Today is my final stray day in Canada, and it is the second big thing I
had planned, right after visiting the Niagara Falls. Most importantly, I
needed this to be on a day with as sunny conditions as possible. Keeping
constant tabs on the weather forecast, I settled on today, and even though
the weather doesn't look all that good when I depart from the Town Suites
at 8:15 in the morning, I am confident it will soon clear up... hopefully.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>First off, I need to get downtown again, so I ride the bus to Finch
Station once more. This time around, I am the first at the doors when I
get off, and thus notice for the first time the interesting mechanism for
opening the doors: Instead of a button that you need to push, you instead
push on a handle at the doors to trigger the opening mechanism.</p>
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<p>Then, from Finch Station, I take the subway, intending for it to take me
all the way to Union Station, however...</p>
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<p>...turns out I chose an interesting day to travel, because due to
maintenance work, the subway only runs to Lawrence today, from which point
there's shuttle buses running to St. Clair, from where the subway traffics
normally.</p>
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<p>Now, since I'm haling from Germany, this is where I expect the worst.
Being used to the shabby way that public transport is being handled in my
home country, I expect confusing guidance, crowded and delayed buses, and
other inconveniences. However, the truth here in Canada looks quite
different: Friendly assistants and clear, well-placed signs guide the
people to the shuttle buses in a well-organized way where I'd say it's
absolutely impossible to get lost along the way, and even if you miss a
bus, they run on an almost minutely schedule, which makes sense
considering that the buses need to replace a whole subway service running
on a 10-minute schedule.</p>
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<p>As such, the buses aren't even that crowded. All in all, that adds up to
another "how cool is that" and "why don't more people use the public
transport here?".</p>
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<p>And thus it happens that I get to ride for maybe 15 minutes above-ground
along Yonge Street, the one and only, as the bus takes me directly from
Lawrence to St. Clair, past many many shops and also through two parks
(the Alexander Muir Memorial Gardens and the Moore Park). Also this way I
get to take note how it seems to be common practice for shops to just
"occupy" parts of the road for their needs. Now there's a good practice if
I've ever seen one. Also take note of the many buses going the other way.
On average, we pass one every minute or so.</p>
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<p>At St. Claire, all passengers are then guided back down towards the
subway...</p>
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<p>...where I take note of the many ways in which the Green Shnolz has
affected the very design of the station: In addition to many, many
billboards, there's even a number of pavement-marking grade "stickers"
permanently adhered the very platform itself every 2m. Talk about
dedication to the cause!<br>
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<p>Soon enough, the next subway arrives and this time takes me all the way
to Union Station for real. There, I once again make my way through the
bowels of the extensive Union Station dungeon, fortunately without any
random encounters...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>...and eventually emerge out into the open, at the bottom of the
extensive glass and steel ravines that make up downtown Toronto.</p>
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<p>From there, it takes just a few turns for me to get a glimpse of my
ultimate destination for today.</p>
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<p>The CN Tower, Toronto's iconic trademark vista. One of the world's
tallest towers, it ranks on place three after the Tokyo Skytree which I
visited together with my best friend Robert before (see <a href="http://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2018/06/book-ii-chapter-5-trip-together.html">Book
II ~ Chapter 5 ~ A Trip Together</a>) and the Canton Tower, which I'll
probably never get to visit. At a total height of 553m, it is almost twice
as tall as the Olympiaturm in Munich, and over one-and-a-half times as
tall as the Sky Tower of Auckland, which I've also been on (see <a href="https://kiraresari.blogspot.com/2016/09/absolutely-amazing-and-astoundingly.html">Book
I ~ Chapter 2 ~ Absolutely amazing and astoundingly awesome adventures
at Auckland</a>). Come to think of it, I actually don' think that I've
ever been on the Olympiaturm in Munich yet...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>But that is then. Now, I still have a day full of straying along the
waterfront of Toronto in front of me. As such, I should end up hiking all
the way west to the island-park known as Ontario Place before turning back
towards the city, and then also still do a bonus round back inland to
Yonge-Dundas Square before making back towards the lakeshore. The CN Tower
comes only at the very end as the grand finale. And yes, the CN Tower icon
on this map is to scale. If the CN tower were to topple over in one piece,
it really would reach almost to the lakeshore, and might even touch the
water if it were to topple towards one of the nearby docking bays.</p>
<p> <i><b>Distance: </b>19.0km</i><br>
<i><b>Ascents: </b>60m</i><br>
<i><b>Duration: </b>6.75h</i><br>
<b>4/15<span style="color: green;">🎁︎</span></b> </p>
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<p>My first stop on this stray is the Roundhouse Park. Originally a train
roundhouse with a turntable, this has since been turned into a park with
the roundhouse housing the Toronto Railway Museum as well as a number of
restaurants. Also, there are toy train tracks now running all around the
area, though I don't see a train running on them.</p>
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<p>Oh, and because I don't think I mentioned it before: In addition to bus,
train and subway, Toronto also has a tram network criss-crossing the inner
city. With that, it pretty much offers all the different common modes of
public transportation.</p>
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<p>A short walk later, I reach the shore of Lake Ontario, making this pretty
much the first time I've properly seen the lake. On a clear day like
today, you can even see all the way to the other shore.</p>
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<p>Just kidding. This is actually just the Toronto Bay, and what you can see
on the other side are the Toronto Islands with the Toronto Island Park.
The other shore of Lake Ontario is actually a whole order of magnitude
further away - roughly 50km, in fact - meaning that there's no way you
could possibly see all the way to the other shore, unless there's very
special weather conditions, or you were to stand at the top of, oh say,
the CN Tower or something.</p>
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<p>Originally called York Harbour, this once natural area of aquatic expanse
gradually changed over the course of many decades of landfill lasting from
the 1850s to the 1930s. In addition to many docks and piers, there was
also an airport constructed, because what better place is there for an
airport than on a small island archipelago in front of the city?</p>
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<p>The next place I visit on my stray is the Toronto Music Garden, a little
park the plants and pathways of which have been lovingly designed to
follow the flow of many musical movements. The plaques describing each
movement, too, follow this spirit, and describe the wavy twisting designs
both in words, as well as musical themes. Now if only I'd brought my
private orchestra with me... Also, there's the Toronto Music Outhouse
nearby.</p>
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<p>After that, I come by a pirate ship, which I quickly realize serves as
both an adventure trip and an escape room venue. Those things sure are
popular over here.</p>
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<p>Now, I did mention the airport earlier, and that's what I'm now
approaching. As such, it comes as little surprise when I see a propeller
machine en route to land, making its way across Toronto Bay.</p>
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<p>Continuing along the lakeshore, I next run into Ireland Park. And no,
that is <em>not</em> an Irish theme park, but rather a memorial
commemorating the tens of thousands of people who fled Ireland during the
Great Famine of the 19th century. In 1847 alone, over 38,000 Irish landed
on the shores of Toronto, which back then housed only about 20,000 people
itself. Nonetheless, the refugees were welcomed with open arms, though in
the end, over 1,100 of them ended up dying as a result of the Typhus
epidemic striking in the same year. The names of those who died are
engraved in the stacks of limestone blocks, not on the sides, but rather
in the gaps, where they are hard to read.</p>
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<p>Right across from that, there's the Billy Bishop Airport. Well,
technically, it is also right next to it, since an outrigger building of
the airport is also located on this side of the 120m wide Western Channel,
which is one of the two channels connecting Toronto Bay with Lake Ontario
proper. From there, a ferry regularly makes its way across to the actual
airport, and that's actually the only official way for getting to the
airport (though a back gate to the Toronto Island Parks exists, but
there's no road connection to that from the other side).</p>
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<p>Subsequently, I make my way through Coronation Park, which not only has a
designated dog run area...</p>
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<p>...but also offers my first view on Toronto's <em>one</em> windmill.
Come to think of it, the city does seem rather lacking in that department,
doesn't it? But then again, I hear a lot of power comes from
hydroelectricity in this area. In fact, Canada is one of the world leaders
in hydroelectricity, covering about 60% of its demand that way.</p>
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<p>And then, I unexpectedly run into an annual event that I didn't even know
existed: The Scotiabank Toronto Waterfront Marathon. A charity event
organized by Scotiabank, it offers full-marathon, half-marathon and 5km
options. Assuming the whole marathon is a back-and-forth route along the
same road, that would make the turning point Port Credit, and assuming
it's one way, then the people would have to run all the way to Appleby. I
assume it's back and forth, though, since I can already see the first
runners returning. Also, probably due to the Green Shnolz, the runners are
always sent on the road in groups of roughly two dozen people every five
minutes.</p>
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<p>A little further along the way, I pass through the Toronto Inukshuk Park,
where someone apparently read the instructions on their Stonehenge
Construction Kit quite wrong.</p>
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<p>By now, I have finally reached a point where I can look out across Lake
Ontario and <em>not</em> see a shore on the other side. Instead, a
fantastic cloudscape stretches all the way to the horizon, quite
literally. I wonder if I should be concerned about the evil UFO cloud
though.</p>
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<p>It is here that I reach the first turning point of my stray in the form
of Ontario Place, the front half of which is also known as Trillium Park.
Altogether, it's a combination of a peninsula and a tethered island joined
by a pier and a series of five "floating" pods.</p>
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<p>Trillium Park is a relatively recent addition. First opened to the public
as recently as 2017, it's 7.5 acres of green space pale in comparison to
the boundless expanse of blue that it borders.</p>
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<p>Conveniently, Trillium Park also offers what is clearly the fanciest
water fountain I've seen thus far. This one does not only offer fountains
in two slightly different heights and a bottle refill station, but it also
has a drinking bowl for dogs at the very bottom.</p>
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<p>And on top of that, Trillium Park also has some of the best-designed
garbage bins that I have ever seen. Not only do the big, funnel-like
designs actively tempt you to throw stuff into them, but they also clearly
communicate in both words and pictures that anything you go into them goes
straight to recycling, compost or the landfill respectively.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>Next, there's this long boat... wait... that's not a boat!</p>
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<p>Having spotted this interesting boat-pier, it goes without saying that
fox makes me go there. Not a bad idea, as it turns out, because you can
actually climb the upper "deck", from where you get a nice panorama of
Trillium Park, Ontario Place, the lake, as well as the nearby shoreline.</p>
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<p>Perhaps most impressive is the view on Humber Bay Shores that I get from
here. It's pristine skyscrapers have a distinctly futuristic flair to
them.</p>
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<p>And staying on the topic of futuristic design, here's these "floating"
pods that I mentioned earlier. Originally part of an amusement park, they
have since been re-dedicated as event venues and exhibition halls. In
terms of construction, each pod is situated atop four pipe columns rising
up from the seabed, and nothing else.</p>
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<p>Also, it is near there that I come across this sticker reminding us all
to take it easy once in a while, lest our world grow even more hectic than
it already is.</p>
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<p>It is now about noon, and time I sat down and had a bite to eat.
Fortunately, there's a bunch of inviting chairs standing just nearby on a
little hill overlooking the ocean.</p>
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<p>Unfortunately, the nearby Fork in the Road is closed...</p>
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<p>...but that's okay, because I brought my own lunch anyway. This time it's
a Yakisoba Roll I brought from J-Town. However, regrettably it turns out
to be quite a disappointment indeed, nothing like the super-tasty Yakisoba
Rolls I got so addicted to in Japan. Oh well, at least it fills my belly.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Continuing on my way from there, I come across this amazing bilingual
fence...</p>
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<p>...and then I finally find a place where I can go down all the way to the
actual shore of Lake Ontario and actually touch the water.</p>
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<p>This is about as much west as my stray is taking me today. With that, I
now leave Ontario Place via Bridge N°6...</p>
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<p>...and promptly find myself confronted with whatever in Lerra that is.</p>
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<p>Right thereafter, I cross the Lake Shore Boulevard West, where the
Scotiabank Toronto Waterfront Marathon is still ongoing, and runners pass
by beneath me. There notably don't seem to be any more outbound runners,
but there's plenty of fans standing by the roadside and cheering, holding
perspirational signs like "There's only sweat between you and the finish
line" or "Your Perspiration Is My Inspiration".</p>
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<p>From there, I take a leisurely stroll back towards downtown. As I do, I
meet a <em>lot</em> of medalists coming my way. Wearing numbers like
"2840" and "3020", my guess is that everyone in the whole event gets a
medal and a goodie bag for participating.</p>
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<p>Following the Princes' Boulevard, I soon enough reach the Princes' Gates,
a Triumphal Arch named after the princes Edward, Prince of Wales, and
George, Duke of Kent, who opened the structure in 1927.</p>
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<p>After that, I quickly find myself surrounded by tall buildings again, and
eventually end up on the Granovsky Gluskin Path... I mean The Bentway... I
mean The Landing... oh... let's just call it That Thing, okay? Basically,
it's a path beneath the Gardiner Expressway that suffers from somewhat
ambiguous nomenclature.</p>
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<p>Nearby, there's also the Fort York National Historic Site, which might
explain all the cannons.</p>
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<p>Next, I cross the great railway thoroughfare of Toronto by means of the
Puonte de Luz ("Bridge of Light"), which is thankfully quite solid...</p>
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<p>...and also offers a nice view both outwards-bound - where the Liberty
Village Apartment skyscrapers part the railroad tracks - and townwards,
where the CN Tower rises high above all the other skyscrapers.</p>
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<p>Tall though the buildings may be, it's not all grey in grey here. Every
now and then, there's also a park adding some green, such as Clarence
Square with its many squirrels.</p>
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<p>Approaching the CN Tower, I take note of the unique, three-dimensional
facade of the Rogers Centre, a roofed baseball stadium of considerable
size.</p>
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<p>However, since it's only 14:05 by now, I figure I can go for another lap.
So I turn east until I hit the handcar...</p>
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<p>...and then north through valleys of increasingly presidential
skyscrapers.</p>
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<p>There, I come across what turns out to be not only the entrance to the St
Andrew subway station, but also to PATH.An extensive underground network
spanning all the way from the Eaton Centre in the north to RBC Water Park
Place at the Central Waterfront to the south, this network can rival, if
not surpass some of those in Tokyo in terms of size (Tokyo has more of
those though). For reference, PATH connects a total of 5 subway stations
of the same line. Normally, I'd be tempted to take a peek inside, but with
the Green Shnolz restrictions that'd mean I'd have to don my mask again,
and since I'd rather avoid that, I stay outside for now.</p>
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<p>Eventually, I make my way all the way back to Dundas Square, cross Yonge
Street, the one and only, and a bit further along pass by a building of
monochrome residents that has been occupied by the Alley Jams of Downtown
Yonge. This is also where I turn back south towards the waterfront again.</p>
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<p>It quickly becomes apparent that I'm in the <em>really</em> old part of
town now, since there's still quite a few old churches and church-like
buildings to be found around.</p>
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<p>Going from old to rather new (yet still with an age-old tradition)
there's also a lot of Cannabis places to be found, starting from the iPot,
over the Spiritleaf, and ending with The Loose Moose 2-hour Cannabis
delivery. All things considered, that last one is probably one of the more
harmless posts I've seen sticking around on my stay here.</p>
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<p>Moving on, I pass by a an old-cargo-crate-inspired playground...</p>
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<p>...as well as the Grim Grinder Road Razer.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Eventually, I arrive at the lakefront again at Sugar Beach, though
really, by my definition, a beach ought to actually touch the water at
some point, and not be located atop a 1m-high concrete promenade.</p>
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<p>By now its about time I head back west towards the CN tower again. Doing
so at the lakefront inevitably takes me <em>past</em> Yonge Street, the
one and only. That's right, being at the very beginning, this is the only
place within 50 km where you don't have to cross it. Also, there's this
strange thingie decorating the beginning. I wonder what they have at the
end.</p>
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<p>Passing through Harbour Square Park, I come across a somewhat oversized
picnic table...</p>
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<p>...and then, I get overtaken by the very Green Shnolz friendly party
paddle steamer, the music on which is so loud that I can hear it across
the wind all the way to the shore. Actually, this is a comfortable
distance for me.</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-02-383_Party_Steamer.mp4"
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<p>Finally, I walk across a bit of pier experiencing undulations...</p>
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<p>...before arriving at the foot of the CN tower at around 16:00.</p>
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<p>There, I am a bit confused at first as to the proceedings, but eventually
manage to secure myself a ticket to the tower for... oh... 17:00, so I
still have quite a bit of time to kill after all.</p>
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<p>Being quite thirsty again by now, I use that time to take a walk around
the nearby Roundhouse Park once more, looking for a fountain. And while I
<em>do</em> find one, regrettably, it's out of service.</p>
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<p>However, by now, the evil UFO cloud from before has reached me and
provides me with a fair amount of water from above. So much for today
being sunny. At least I get to see a faint little rainbow caused by the
setting sun's reflected rays.</p>
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<p>About half an hour prior to the scheduled time, I get in line, because
there's also a queue. It is also there that the vaccination certificates
and personal IDs for all those who wish to enter are being checked.</p>
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<p>After that, me and all the other guests gradually get guided through the
somewhat extensive bowels of the base of the CN Tower. We get mandatory
souvenir pictures taken, pass a Lego CN Tower model, and eventually reach
one of the three elevator shafts.<br>
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<p></p>
<p>The ascent up the tower takes just a little over one minute aboard the
high-speed elevator. Along the way up, we - that is, the 6 people in the
elevator - pass the tallest tower tops after roughly half the time, and
subsequently get our first great view on all of Toronto. Incidentally, we
are in the northwards-facing of the tower's three elevators.</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-02-391_CN_Tower_Ascent.mp4"
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<p>And with that, I am at the top of the CN Tower, but what does the CN
stand for anyways? Well, you see, this tower was actually built by the
Canadian National railway company (because what else would a railway
company realistically do? Run trucks and planes? Don't be silly...), thus
also explaining why the tower is located right next to the Union Station
and the Roundhouse Park. Eventually, it was transferred to the Canada
Lands Company, but the original name for the tower still stuck. Thus, the
full name of the CN Tower is actually "Canadian National Tower". A fitting
name, I'd say, considering that it is not only <em>the</em> tower in
Canada, but of the entire western hemisphere.</p>
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<p>Now, for the main thing I came here for: The view. Being this high up
naturally gives me a great view of the surroundings, and lets me see just
how far Toronto is sprawling in all the directions. Also, fortunately, the
cloud cover does not interfere with the panorama al l that much.</p>
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<p>Like any proper tall tower, this tower, too, features a glass floor
section, though getting to the bottom part of that section is just a
little bit tricky.</p>
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<p>Standing on that floor is nothing for people with any kind of Acrophobia
(aka: me), even though I rationally know that the floor should be able to
support roughly 3,000 foxes.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>Even so, it certainly <em>does</em> offer a lovely aerial view of the
nearby Roundhouse Park, where now even the real railway wagons look like
model trains.</p>
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<p>Now, remember when I said that the elevator took me all the way to the
top? Well, as it turns out, you can actually go even higher, much as in
the Tokyo Skytree. A shrewd marketing scheme, but since it's only 15$ and
I don't know when next I'll get the chance (plus I also have the time), I
decide to go for it and get myself a Skypod ticket for 17:40. By the way,
that price - like pretty much all prices in Canada - is pre-tax, meaning
that when it says 15$, it actually ends up costing 16.95$.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>While waiting for my time slot to go to the Skypod, I take my time
looking at the city below and spotting the places I'be already been to.
Like, here's Ontario Place where I was just a few hours ago...</p>
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<p></p>
<p>...and this stair-like building to the north is clearly the Scala
Condominums, which I came across on the Free Lunch Day Stray near the
Leslie Subway Station, so the Town Suites should be roughly somewhere in
that direction as well, even though I can't make them out from this
distance. However, it is impressive to note just how much green there is
in Toronto, despite all the urban sprawl. A lot of the residential
districts actually look more like forests on account of all the trees
totally obscuring the houses in between.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>Also, do you remember the nearby Billy Bishop Airport? Well, if you
combine the fact that this airport is only a little over a kilometer away
with the fact that I'm currently at about 350m above ground, that adds up
to me getting the rare chance to observe plane landings from above.</p>
<p><video controls="controls" preload="auto" src="http://www.tri-tail.com/TravellingFoxBlog/Videos/07-02-400_Plane_Landing_Topdown_View.mp4"
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<p>After that, the time arrives for me to go up to the Skypod. As it turns
out, this is a rather cramped space with a low ceiling and a narrow
one-way walkway around the tower, which makes me immediate question
whether it was really worth the money to come up here.</p>
<p></p>
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<p></p>
<p>I mean, sure, it's even further up (at 447m, to be exact), but at this
height, the view is mostly inhibited by distance fog and not obstacles or
the horizon line. Also, the windows here are not exactly panoramic.</p>
<p></p>
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<p>However, it does certainly give you a nice top-down view on some of
Toronto's "large" buildings, like Union Station and the nearby Fairmont
Royal York hotel.</p>
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<p>Also, I suppose this is as good a chance as I get of catching a glimpse
the far shore of Lake Ontario. However, due to distance fog, there's not
really much to see here.</p>
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<p>In case you want more Acrophobia, there's a pendulum up here to indicate
how strongly the tower is swaying in the wind. Fortunately, today seems to
be a somewhat calm day, so it doesn't really sway at all.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>For the remainder of my stay up here in the Skypod, I look for more
places that I've been to today, like the Toronto Musical Garden, the
Bridge of Light, Clarence Square, or one of the great churches I came
across.</p>
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<p>I briefly consider staying up here to watch the sunset, but since there's
not really much in terms of benches or even space to move around, I soon
decide that the normal observation deck will do. Also, I am quite thirsty
by now, and the Skypod doesn't feature any vending machines. Neither, by
the way, does the main observation deck, but at least here one of the two
bistros are still open, so I get myself a bottle of Minute Maid lemonade
and sit down on a bench while waiting for night to fall.</p>
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<p>Due to the clouds on the horizon, the sunset should end up being just a
little bit anticlimactic...</p>
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<p>...but at least the night panorama afterwards is quite worthwhile.</p>
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<p>Also, I think I can barely jsut make out the lights of the cities on the
opposing shore, though due to my new camera not supporting any kind of
proper long-time exposure mechanism, the pictures I try to take of that
turn out kinda wonky. The bright light <em>might</em> be the Port Weller
Lighthouse on the mouth of the Welland Canal that I crossed over on my
trip to and fro Niagara Falls last week, which would mean that all the
lights that are see actually still belong to Canada.</p>
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<p></p>
<p>With that, I've done all I came up here to do, and thus get in line for
the next elevator down, passing and interesting unisex bathroom along the
way.</p>
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<p>Be it by chance, or maybe because this is currently the only elevator
operating, I end up in the northwards-facing elevator again.
Interestingly, the trip down is slightly shorter than the trip up. Gravity
probably has a say in that.</p>
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<p>Once out of the elevator, I still have to clear the strategically placed
souvenir-shop gauntlet...</p>
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<p>...and then, by 19:45, I'm finally out in the open again. Looking back
up, I can see that the tower is partially illuminated, and the glass floor
segment is clearly visible. Also, I can see the two elevator cabins of the
northwards-facing purple elevator shaft moving.</p>
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<p>After a long day, I now have few priorities other than "eat" and "sleep",
so I take the Skywalk - which incidentally is also a part of the PATH
network - and make my way back to Union Station.</p>
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<p>There's not really many people along the way at this time, and thus, it's
probably not a problem that the seats in the halls are kinda fail.</p>
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<p>Without any major distractions, it's about 20:00 when I arrive at the
Subway station, ready to take the train back north. It is at this
opportunity that I also note how this station, too, has two-meter spacing
marker on the floor. Also, here at the Union Station, the funny thing with
the subway line is that <em>both</em> directions are northbound, so you
have to make sure you enter the correct one.</p>
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<p>Now then, there's actually still <em>one</em> thing that I want to do
today. Do you remember the frickin pub... sorry... the Firkin Pub next to
the Courtyard, The Owl? Well, on the occasion of the company Yakisoba
dinner, I also noticed one called The Frog on Yonge Street, the one and
only, and on my bus trip this morning we also passed The Bull. Turns out
that each of these pubs is named after an animal, and by now you can
probably already guess where this is headed. However, there's one problem,
and that is that my destination is near the Eglinton Station, which is one
of the two stations between St. Clair and Lawrence, the segment in between
which is still closed.</p>
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<p>However, fortunately, the shuttle buses are still running...</p>
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<p>...and even more fortunately, they stop at the stations in between, so
even though it takes a little bit longer, I still manage to make it to
Eglinton.</p>
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<p>Thus, I end up spending the last dinner of my last day trip at The Fox,
where I also end up having a nice chat with the barkeeper
about my travels.</p>
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<p>There, I have a tasty and satisfying dinner of roast ribs and mashed
potatoes. Unfortunately, they don't have any lemonade, though, so I make
do with some ice tea.</p>
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<p>Then, there's only the way back to the Marriott, which consists of a
sequence of shuttle bus, subway, regular bus and regular way.</p>
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<p>By the time I finally arrive back at the Town Suites, it's already 22:15,
which is even later than it was on my trip to Niagara Falls. As such, I am
quite happy to just fall back into my bed and rest... after updating my
stray list, Geocaches and plans naturally, mind you.</p>
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<p>All in all, this has been a satisfying last stray day here in Canada.
Exhausting, sure, but definitely satisfying. With that, I can now look
forward to...</p>
<p><br>
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<h3><span style="color: orange;">The Road Ahead</span></h3>
<p>After three weeks in Canada, most of them spent in Toronto and Markham,
it is now time for me to head back home. The trip back to Munich should
have its own sights to see, and its own stories to tell, but since this
chapter now has stretched on for long enough already, I am going to tell
them in the next chapter. So until then, stay tuned, and be of great
cheer!</p>
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