Saturday, December 28, 2024

Paris to Berlin (part 4)

 


Our Mosel River bike tour had concluded in Cochem, Germany, capping off a remarkable scenic ride through France, Luxembourg, and Germany, a journey brimming with vineyards, verdant forests, and farmland stretching to the horizon. We pedaled through dozens of hamlets and visited ruins of ancient Roman villas that whispered tales of history. But in Cochem, Ter and I parted ways with our beloved VBT biker gang to start a new chapter. Steffie—one of our VBT trip leaders—drove us to the train station. Destination: Berlin. Terry’s brother, Dan, lived in Berlin, along with his wife Bonnie, and their precious one-month-old daughter, Lillian (newest member of the Mulcahy Clan!). This was the final leg of our vacation. Five days. Naturally, we looked forward to visiting with Dan and Bonnie, but we also wanted to indulge in some sightseeing; enjoy a local Pilsner in a genuine German biergarten. And with Dan and Bonnie as our guides, we already had boots on the ground. Perfekt!

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WELCOME to BERLIN

The 400-mile train ride from Cochem to Berlin took us seven hours. We changed trains in Koblenz, which allowed us to stretch our legs and grab a quick bite before continuing. On the Koblenz-Berlin leg, we made stops in the cities of Bonn, Cologne, and Hanover. When we disembarked at the underground Gesundbrunnen Station in Berlin, it was a short walk to our hotel. Our room overlooked the sprawling Humboldthain Park, where remnants of an old concrete bunker and anti-aircraft battery from World War II were visible through the trees. This would be home for the next five nights (the hotel, not the bunker), its prime location putting us within easy walking distance of both the train station and Dan and Bonnie’s apartment. Very convenient. 


Cochem train station, heading to Berlin.


    Potsdamer Platz commercial district in Berlin.

It didn’t take us long to realize that Berlin is a big city—the largest in the EU, in fact. Its rail transportation system operates like clockwork, showcasing German efficiency at getting around—though I think Ter and I rode it a couple of times before her brother, Dan, pointed out that we had to BUY A TICKET before boarding (oops). Tourists. Anyway, Berlin has been the capital of Germanic empires and nations since 1417, evolving into a hub for science; art; education; philosophy. By the 1920s, it was the third-largest city in the world—a testament to its significance on both European and global stages (Albert Einstein was living and working here when he was awarded the 1921 Nobel Prize for Physics). After enduring the dark days of World War II and the Cold War, which divided it both physically and ideologically, Berlin is thriving once again.  


Neptunbrunnen


    National Library


Victoria


Dan & Bonnie's street.




































Dan and Bonnie’s apartment is in the Gesundbrunnen neighborhood, an easy walk from our hotel. They both work at the National Museum of Natural History, but during our visit, they were on family leave, embracing the new role as parents to four-week-old Lillian. It was a joy to watch Auntie Terry—who loves all babies—coddle the newest member of the Mulcahy family. Time to take the baby for a walk? No problem. Their apartment sits on a quiet residential street, and a fifteen-minute stroll leads you to the Panke River, where an urban paradise of grassy riverbanks and wooded paths await. The Panke reflects Berlin's commitment to open spaces—one-third of the city’s area is comprised of public parks, forested greenbelts, rivers and lakes. 


Panke River


A scenic walk near Dan & Bonnie's apartment.


Out for a Sunday stroll.


On Sunday, we all stopped in at the Prater Biergarten, a revered establishment that has been a fixture of Berlin since 1837. Back then, Prater was a mile out in the countryside, a relaxing place to escape from the city for the new Industrial Age working class. But as Berlin grew and expanded, the beer garden was eventually surrounded by an urban landscape. It was larger than I was expecting. Scores of bench tables were spread out under a canopy of mature trees. It was a sunny afternoon, and laughter and chatter from happy drinkers filled the air while children played nearby. Sitting down at a table, we joined in the jollity. The beer selection on tap was impressive, but by far, pilsners reign supreme among Berliners. Wiesen (wheat) beer is also very popular in the summer. And just like that, we were unwinding and enjoying life amidst friends and family, under the leafy boughs of an authentic German beer garden. Prost an alle!

Prater Biergarten


























BICYCLE GRAND TOUR

It was Terry’s birthday—which often falls during summer vacation—and I had arranged for a Birthday Bicycle Tour, thinking it would be an excellent way to see the sights. I was planning to tie birthday balloons to her bike for that extra festive touch, but when I suggested it, she firmly said, “No way.” I decided not to push it. She’s the Birthday Girl. So, while Dan and Bonnie caught up on their much-needed sleep, Terry and I hopped on the train to Alexanderplatz for a day of sightseeing on two wheels. Our tour guide, John, was British but knew Berlin facts and history astonishingly well. He made every landmark come alive with stories that kept us engaged as we pedaled through the streets and public squares. It was one of those days where everything just clicked—the sun was shining, the city was effervescent, and Birthday Girl and I created memories that would last long after the cake had been eaten. Though it would’ve been nice to have balloons. I should have insisted on the balloons.


In Brandenburg Square with the Birthday Girl.






Street art.








    Brandenburg Gate

The Brandenburg Gate is one of Germany's most iconic landmarks, symbolizing Berlin's rich history. Built in 1791 during the reign of King Frederick William II of Prussia, this neoclassical monument stands at the main entrance into the old city. Its architectural grandeur has made it a focal point for locals and tourists. It suffered significant damage during World War II and became emblematic of division during the Cold War when the Berlin Wall blocked access for nearly thirty years. Today, after reunification in 1990 and extensive restoration efforts, the Brandenburg Gate stands accessible to all. 


Alexanderplatz and the Television Tower.

The Fernsehturm (Television Tower) rises majestically above Alexanderplatz to an impressive height of 1,207 feet. Completed in 1969 by the East German government, the Fernsehturm was originally built as a radio/television broadcasting facility and served as a proud symbol of Communist power. From the start, an interesting design quirk gave rise to a unique narrative surrounding the tower. When sunlight hits the Fernsehturm's tiled stainless-steel dome at just the right angle, it creates a reflection that resembles a Christian cross. This unintentional phenomenon led Berliners to affectionately nickname it “The Pope's Revenge," manifesting their belief that the luminous cross symbolized divine retaliation against the Communist regime’s removal of crosses from churches throughout East Berlin. 




Der Führerbunker

We had been riding around the civic center for a while when our tour guide, John, led us to a gravel parking lot behind a row of multi-story commercial buildings. We got off our bikes and settled onto a low, wooden fence, where John began to tell us a story that echoed through time. It was April 1945, he started, and Adolf Hitler and his top generals were hunkered down in the Führerbunker: an elaborate concrete bunker thirty feet underground. They were completely surrounded by the enemy; Russian tanks were rumbling into the shattered city, much of which lay in rubble. Only then did Hitler finally admit that all was lost. He married his longtime girlfriend, Eva Braun, on April 29th in a simple ceremony. Forty hours later, they committed suicide. And where was this bunker where these events unfolded? John pointed to the ground beneath us—we were sitting on it. Yes, Hitler’s final resting place is now an unassuming gravel parking lot, devoid of grandeur or memorials, nor monuments or souvenir stands—just a simple sign placed discreetly to prevent it from becoming a neo-Nazi pilgrimage site.


    Holocaust Memorial

A short pedal away from the Führerbunker stands another somber landmark: the Holocaust Memorial, officially known as the Memorial to the Murdered Jews of Europe. Covering a city block (5 acres), this poignant site features 2,711 concrete slabs, or stelae, arranged in a grid pattern. Each stela is about seven feet long and three feet wide, with heights ranging from one to fifteen feet. The design is intentional; while organized in rows at right angles, the slabs are set slightly askew to create an unsettling effect that prompts reflection. The Memorial was inaugurated on May 10th, 2005—sixty years after the end of World War II in Europe—marking a significant moment for remembrance and serves as a stark warning against hatred and intolerance in our society today.




    Remnants of the wall.

The Berlin Wall stands as a compelling symbol of the Cold War, which emerged immediately after World War II. Built by Communist East Germany in 1961, the wall aimed to stop the exodus of East German citizens fleeing to West Berlin, and incorporated guard towers, open kill zones, beds of nails, and razor wire to deter escape attempts. The East German government framed the wall's construction as a defensive measure against the "evil West," calling it the Anti-Fascist Protection Rampart. In contrast, West Berliners labeled it the "Wall of Shame," viewing it as a violation of freedom and human rights. Today, only a few sections of the wall remain for historical context: a reminder of a divided city and an era marked by ideological conflict. 





Checkpoint Charlie








Checkpoint Charlie in 1961.

In 1989, civil unrest swept through the Eastern Bloc countries, leading to the collapse of several Communist regimes. Amid this tumultuous period, a bizarre incident took place when an East German bureaucrat mistakenly announced that all East Berliners could visit West Berlin, effective immediately. Although false, his proclamation sparked a spontaneous reaction and East Germans flocked to the Wall, joined by West Germans on the other side. The few gates, once symbols of division, were suddenly swarmed, and overwhelmed guards, perhaps caught up in the moment's excitement, allowed them to pass. This unexpected opening led to an impromptu celebration, filled with joy and relief as families and friends reunited after decades of separation. In the weeks that followed, souvenir hunters chipped away parts of the Wall as mementos. The official demolition process began in June of 1990, and German reunification was formally realized later that year. 

Berlin Wall in 1960s (Brandenburg Gate in background).
East Berlin on the left, West Berlin on the right.



Tearing down the wall, 1989.





































OSTALGIE

Ostalgie is a term that combines the German words "Ost" (east) and "Nostalgie" (nostalgia) that captures the sentiment felt by many who grew up in communist East Germany. Coined by East German actor/comedian Uwe Steimle in 1992, Ostalgie reflects a longing for certain aspects of life during the Cold War era, particularly among those who struggled to adapt to the rapid changes following reunification. For many East Germans, Ostalgie served as a coping device, allowing them to retain experiences, memories, and values that were seen as incompatible with those of West Germans. In the years following reunification, Germany faced growing pains as it navigated its new identity, including economic disparities and cultural clashes between East and West. 

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Geh nicht!













The Ampelmänn pedestrian traffic signal light has become a beloved symbol of Berlin, especially cherished by those with ties to former East Germany. Before reunification in 1990, the two German nations used different designs for their pedestrian signals: West Germany featured a generic human figure, while East Germany used a portly male figure wearing a hat, known as the Ampelmänn. After the Berlin Wall fell, there were attempts to standardize traffic symbols by replacing the Ampelmänn with the West German stick figures. However, this sparked a backlash from East Berliners who fiercely protested. Their passionate efforts led the city government to back off. Today, the Ampelmänn has transcended its original function to become one of the most popular symbols in souvenir shops throughout the city. 



Another East German relic that has achieved cult status in Berlin is the Trabant automobile, commonly known as the Trabi. Built in East Germany from 1957 to 1991, it saw very few style and technical upgrades during its 30+ years in production (they added a fuel gauge in 1985). Designed as an affordable car for the working class, acquiring a new Trabi was no small feat—prospective buyers faced a 10-year waiting list. It had a 600cc two-cycle engine that required you to add motor oil to the gasoline at the filling station. The quality was not so good; it was loud, slow, and poorly designed, leading many to refer to it as a “sparkplug with a roof.” Because of these shortcomings, the Trabi became emblematic of East Germany's economic woes and the broader collapse of the communist Eastern Bloc. And guess what? Now the Trabi has found a new life as a sought-after collectible among vintage car enthusiasts! 

U2 immortalized the Trabant in their 1992-93 Zoo TV world tour, using
the cars as mobile stage lighting that strafed across the stage.





ALONG the SPREE

The next day, Terry and I set out to do more reconnoitering. We took the train to Alexanderplatz and walked to the Nicolas Quarter for lunch along the Spree River, which flows through the heart of the city. The sun was warm. The sky was blue, festooned with cotton ball clouds. After our meal, we boarded a river barge for a sightseeing tour down the Spree, gliding past stately government buildings along both banks. There was the Reichstag and the ultra-modern Chancellery and National Library, interspersed with grassy open spaces. Around the bend, on the right bank, we came upon Europacity: a new commercial/urban center with state-of-the-art buildings that embody Berlin's innovative spirit. Finally, we disembarked near a concert hall and wandered through wooded pathways in the verdant Tiergarten. The tranquility of this lush oasis of forests, ponds, and brooks provided a serene conclusion to our day—an afternoon filled with exploration and discovery with my sweetheart in Berlin. 


Berlin Cathedral on the Spree River.




The Reichstag: seat of the National Parliament.  


The Bundeskanzleramt (Federal Chancellery): executive offices and residence of
the Chancellor of Germany. 


The National Library (left) and Chancellery (right).


The 11-story Cube is part of the innovative Europacity development project on the Spree.


Europacity



















Tiergarten















The Tiergarten's origins date back to 1527 when it was established as a private hunting ground for the Prince of Brandenburg. The lush forests and glens provided an ideal setting for hunting deer and other wild animals (Tiergarten translates to "Animal Garden"). However, as Berlin expanded over the next two centuries, hunting on the property diminished—it was no longer out in the countryside. That’s when the Prussian king, Frederick the Great, opened the 500-acre parcel to everyone, marking a shift from exclusive use to public leisure space. Frederick implemented many landscape enhancements: flowerbeds; pathways in geometric patterns; mazes; ornamental ponds; sculptures and fountains. These developments established it as a recreational area within the city by the end of the 18th century.


World War II took a toll on the Tiergarten. The park’s forests were chopped down to provide wood for heating homes during Berlin’s harsh winters. Additionally, many acres were converted into potato fields and vegetable gardens to address food shortages. In the 1950s, West Germany invested heavily in its rehabilitation, planting a quarter million trees over a ten-year period. Following German reunification, further improvements enhanced both accessibility and aesthetics.




The Victory Column stands in the heart of the Tiergarten, reaching a height of 220 feet. Inaugurated in 1873. The column is adorned with a golden statue of Victoria, the Roman goddess of victory.





A DAY at the MUSEUM

Our last afternoon was spent with Dan at the Berlin Museum of Natural History, which is where he works now. Terry and I were there for a VIP tour. But first, allow me to provide some backstory. As some of you already know, Dan and Bonnie are research scientists. Dan, a herpetologist, hunts for rare snakes in the jungles of Myanmar when he’s not in the office. Meanwhile, Bonnie, a German entomologist, scales tall trees in Madagascar's rainforest to study ant colonies. Gnarly. They met years ago while both were working at the Smithsonian Museum of Natural History in Washington DC, where their shared passion for science and research sparked a connection. Fast forward to 2020: Bonnie accepted a job offer at the Berlin Museum of Natural History and moved across the pond. A year later, Dan followed, landing a position that needed his expertise in state-of-the-art DNA sequencing (Berlin’s gain, Smithsonian’s loss). They got an apartment. Got married. And just a month ago, they welcomed their daughter Lillian into the world. Two scientists and a baby. At any rate, Dan met us at the museum (he was still on family leave) and the tour commenced.

Museum für Naturkunde, est. 1810.

The museum was founded in 1810, back when Berlin was the capital of Prussia. It boasts over 30 million specimens in the fields of zoology, paleontology, and mineralogy. Among its highlights are the Giraffatitan skeleton—the largest mounted dinosaur in the world—and a well-preserved Archaeopteryx specimen that provides insight into avian evolution. The museum also features specimens from notable German explorations, including the Valdivia Expedition (1898–99), the South Pole Expedition (1901–03), the Sunda Expedition (1929–31), and exhibits on extinct species such as the quagga, huia, and Tasmanian tiger. 


    Tyrannosaurus Rex


Triceratops


Dan's laboratory.

With Professor Dan as your tour guide, you're in for a treat. His passion for natural history and storytelling brings every exhibit to life. Years ago, he gave us a special tour of the Smithsonian, a visit we’ll never forget. Now we were embarking on a backstage tour of the Berlin museum. Beyond the locked doors posted “No Public Access”, we wandered through quiet hallways, past private offices, scientific contraptions (a time machine?), laboratories, and vast rooms brimming with meticulously cataloged specimens. 



















Dan elaborates on the workings of the new Compound Stacker 2, the latest
addition to the lab. It catalogs and stores thousands of samples at -20° C.


In the specimen archives, there's a feeling that you're being watched.

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Ter and I took a taxi to the Berlin airport at dawn, filled with rumination after twenty days of travel. We were flying home. The trip had been a blast, truly extraordinary: Paris; Metz; cycling down the picturesque Mosel River Valley. Along the way, we forged new friendships that added depth to our experiences. Visiting Dan and Bonnie in Berlin further reinforced the idea that travel is as much about connections as it is about exploring new places.








Wednesday, December 4, 2024

Paris to Berlin (part 3)




In the last episode, we had celebrated Bastille Day in Metz and then embarked on our VBT bike-and-barge river tour with seventeen other cyclists. We got in two full days of riding; lunched in Rodemack; cycled through Riesling vineyards; visited a Roman villa; sampled fine wines in the Saar Valley. Sadly, Becky’s crash sidelined her for the rest of the trip. Which sucked. Despite this setback, camaraderie grew as the group spent more time together. Trip leaders, Steffie and Axel, kept our spirits high, while our chef, King Richard, kept our bellies full. What lies ahead? Four more days of pedaling and cruising down the Mosel River! 

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Day 4:  SAARBURG to TRIER

Today's cycling would be mellow, with walking tours at the start and end of the ride. In the morning, we visited the old Mabilon Bell Foundry in Saarburg, where traditional bell-making techniques and craftsmanship were on display. Afterward, we'd pedal back down the Saar River to the Mosel, and then down the Mosel to the city of Trier for lunch on the Princesse Royal. The afternoon agenda consisted of exploring Trier of foot, once the Roman capital of Germania. This historic city features impressive Roman architecture and well-preserved ruins that showcase its past glory. Total riding distance: 17 miles.


     Good morning, Saarburg.





An old 2,000 pound bell at the Mabilon foundry. 

The history of the Mabilon bellfounders dates back to the 16th century, manifesting the artistry and skill of master craftsmen and metallurgists who dedicated their lives to this long tradition. These artisans worked with closely-guarded trade secrets, meticulously refining their techniques over generations. Urbanus Mabilon established the Saarburg foundry in 1770, where it would become the family business for over 230 years. Bells weighing up to five tons were produced here, finding homes across Europe and overseas.


Wolfgang Matthes (at right) was our docent, a retired
teacher and chairman of the Saarburg Cultural Foundry.




Visiting the factory museum offered a glimpse into the Mabilon heritage. From the drawing room where bell tones are calculated and shapes carefully designed, to the clay room and workshops, to the foundry hall… Every step reflects an extraordinary level of craftsmanship, culminating in the finished product: a bronze bell with a precise tone and resonance. I came away deeply impressed by the ingenuity required to create such magnificent pieces without modern technology. This was the zenith of the Artisan Age.



The foundry hall is where the bell casting takes place. Here the bell molds are delicately placed in a pit and backfilled with compacted earth. Molten bronze is then directed from the furnace into these buried molds. The compacted earth surrounding them absorbs heat, allowing for an even cooling process that is essential for producing the highest quality bell. After sufficient time has passed for the bronze to harden, artisans dig out the finished bells from their encasements. The realistic simulation setup offered an insightful glimpse into the process.


The smelting furnace


On the trail to Trier.


The Trier Bridge. Foundations in the river were built by the Romans.


After breaking for lunch aboard the Princesse Royal, Terry and I embarked on a walking tour of Trier, a city steeped in history and charm. With a population of 110,000, it’s the largest town we’ve visited since leaving Metz. Founded in 16 BC by Roman Emperor Augustus, it holds the title of Germany's oldest city and was once one of the four ruling capitals of the Roman Empire during the 3rd and 4th centuries. Over its long existence, there has been a millennium of regime changes: it was seized by the Franks in 459 AD, later becoming part of the Holy Roman Empire before being annexed by France and then Prussia, and finally becoming part of the German Empire in 1871. Today, contemporary buildings blend well with historical landmarks. We explored many key sites in the city, but unfortunately, we missed the Roman amphitheater and imperial baths. With so many things to see in just one afternoon, it's evident that Trier offers more than a half-day visit. 


Welcome to Trier


Part of the wall that once enclosed the city in Roman times.





The old Jewish quarter of Trier goes back to 13th century.





     Porta Nigra

The Porta Nigra (Black Gate), showcases the Romans’ defensive architecture. Built around 170 AD as part of a wall that encircled the city, it was one of four entrances alongside the Porta Alba (White Gate), Porta Media (Middle Gate), and Porta Inclyta (Famous Gate). These gates regulated access and facilitated trade. Today, only the Porta Nigra remains intact. These ancient structures were not just entrances: they were gateways to commerce, culture, and community in a thriving Roman city. 


Inside Porta Nigra



Trier Cathedral (left side) and Church of Our Lady (right side) 

The Trier Cathedral and the Church of Our Lady are connected by a common wall. Originally, this site housed a Roman church founded by Emperor Constantine in 326 AD, marking it as one of the earliest Christian structures in the region. However, by the early 13th century, the southern portion of the cathedral had fallen into disrepair and became unusable. In response, the Archbishop of Trier commissioned French builders to construct what is now the Church of Our Lady. This structure stands as the oldest church built in the French High Gothic style outside of France.  






Karl Marx

A fifteen-foot bronze statue of Karl Marx has become a focal point of debate since its unveiling in 2018. Gifted by the People's Republic of China to mark the 200th anniversary of Marx's birth in Trier, this statue has sparked significant controversy regarding its acceptance and placement. Marx remains a contentious figure among many Germans, particularly those who lived under the Soviet Union’s communist rule. His co-authorship of the Communist Manifesto laid out revolutionary ideas aimed at transforming society through social change. However, these ideas also led to his expulsion from both Belgium and Germany due to their radical nature. Eventually, he fled to London, where he spent his final years before dying stateless in 1883.







Day 5:  TRIER to BERNCASTEL-KUES

The Princesse Royal cast off and cruised down the river first thing in the morning, providing a serene backdrop while we enjoyed breakfast. After our meal, we disembarked at the hamlet of Schweich, eager to begin a ride that took us through miles of scenic vineyards and wine-making hamlets, following the trace of an ancient Roman road. In fact, we pedaled past the ruins of another Roman villa along the way. Our route then took us along the winding, hairpin turns of the Mosel River, where the valley narrows, and the steep slopes incline up to 60-70 degrees (with grapevines growing on them!). We stopped for lunch in Piesport, savoring the local Reisling wine. Refreshed and invigorated, we continued our journey through more vineyards and idyllic hamlets. It was late afternoon when we reached Bernkastel-Kues, where we found the Princesse moored and awaiting our arrival. Total riding distance: 35 miles.


Roman villa near Longuich.

Our first stop of the day was the Longuich Roman Villa, a historical site from the 2nd century that was discovered by land surveyors in 1984. Some of the buildings have been excavated and partially reconstructed, allowing us to explore the side wing which served as a spa with hot and cold-water baths, a sweat room, and an intricate heating and plumbing system. These amenities reflect the sophistication that Roman elites sought in their homes (though they lacked cable TV). Much of the sizable estate remains unexcavated.





Roman villa







Riding through vineyards with Susie (left) and Terry. Susie was one of six riders from Chicago.



Neumagen Wine Ship

Terry and I made a pit stop in Neumagen, a quaint village that claims the title of “Germany's Oldest Winemaking Center.” And who could argue? Founded by the Romans, Neumagen served as a waystation on the road from Trier to Koblenz. At the tourism center, we used the public restrooms and then browsed the exhibits showcasing the legacy of winemaking in the area. This is where the famous Neumagen Wine Ship was discovered; an impressive vessel carved from solid stone that was unearthed in 1878 (now on exhibit at a museum in Trier). There is supposedly a 57-foot-long replica of a wine ship moored on the river—but I couldn't locate it (maybe it was on a wine delivery?). Long ago, these rowing ships transported wine barrels up-river into Gaul (France) and other parts of Germania. 


Neumagen





     Piesport


By the time we reached the hamlet of Piesport, we had logged 21 miles. Piesport proudly considers itself “Germany's Oldest Winemaking Center” (hmm, like Neumagen?). In fact, the largest Roman wine-press facility north of the Alps is here, partially reconstructed. As Terry and I pedaled into town, a wave of hunger settled in. Our VBT gang of nineteen riders had fragmented well before noon, leaving us to navigate the last stretch with a smaller group—and they were hungry as well. We came upon a restaurant-winery with outdoor dining that could accommodate a party of seven. The views were breathtaking; lush vineyards cascading down steep slopes to the river. We indulged in delicious local fare paired with excellent Riesling wine, savoring each bite and sip with wonderful company. What’s not to like? 


Theresa, Debbie, Majid, and Karin are from the Chicago
area and belong to the Arlington Heights Cycling Club.  

Lisa and her son, Adam, from the
granite state of New Hampshire.









On the trail to Bernkastel-Kues


Bernkastel-Kues, located at the apex of a sweeping bend in the Mosel River, would be our home for two nights. The town began as two separate settlements in the Middle Ages: Bernkastel on the outside of the river bend, and Kues on the inside. A significant change came in 1874 with the completion of a bridge across the river, which enabled access and interaction between the two towns. This paved the way for greater collaboration, and in 1905, the two officially merged into one. Today, Bernkastel-Kues has about 7,000 residents. It’s known for its medieval architecture and lively wine culture. 


    Bernkastel-Kues



After dinner aboard the Princesse Royal, Steffie led several of us on a walking tour of the Kues side of town. As we hiked up steep, narrow residential streets, the appeal of the neighborhood unfolded. Some vintage houses stood weathered and proud, whispering stories from a time long past, while other homes were newer constructions of stylish design. It was during this stroll that we discovered how abruptly the town seemed to end—a stunning transition into vast fields of trellised grapevines stretching out before us. The sight was resplendent, as though time had paused just for us to appreciate it. Sometimes you simply must get off the bike and walk the ground. 






















Day 6:  The EIFEL VALLEY

The objective today was the picturesque Eifel Valley and Maare-Mosel Radweg (MMR), a renowned rails-to-trails bikeway. Our adventure began with a private shuttle to the upper reaches of the Eifel Valley and the spa resort town of Daun. This is where the MMR begins. We pedaled through verdant forests, past ancient volcanic crater lakes and amber fields of wheat. Midway through our ride, we stopped in Gillenfeld for a group lunch hosted by VBT. After refueling, we continued our quick descent through more woods and quaint hamlets before navigating tunnels that added another dimension to the ride. Storm clouds stacked up in the afternoon, threatening rain at any moment. In spite of this, the weather stayed dry long enough for us to complete our journey back to the barge in Bernkastel-Kues. This would be my favorite cycling day of the tour. Total riding distance: 40 miles.


     The MMR

We jumped on the MMR in Daun, the heart of Eifel Volcanic Nature Park. The region boasts a multitude of ancient volcanoes and mineral hot springs, the maars (volcanic crater lakes) being especially inviting, with their deep, crystal-clear waters. As we rode through this area, it was hard to ignore how nature has reclaimed this tumultuous volcanic past. The once fiery lava flows are now blanketed with lush forests, babbling brooks, and rolling meadows, the last eruption occurring about 13,000 years ago. 


One of many maars.












Eifel Barn Café

For the mid-day break, the whole gang converged on the Eifel Barn Café in the village of Gillenfeld. The restaurant is in an old, refurbished barn constructed from lava rock, which added rustic charm. As we parked our bikes, we were greeted by the amiable owners, Sigrid and Leo Lenerz, who welcomed us into their courtyard. They served up a delicious and hearty family-style meal, each dish made from locally grown or raised ingredients. It was as if your German grandmother was cooking in the kitchen—okay, if you had a German grandmother. But you get the picture. 





















The MMR

The bikeway was originally the Maare-Mosel Railway, constructed in 1909 to provide service from Daun to the Mosel River. However, usage declined significantly in the latter half of the 20th century, and in 2011, the decision was made to remove the rails entirely. This paved the way for a new purpose: a bikeway that would breathe new life into this historic corridor. Cyclists can now traverse the old brick tunnels and bridges that have stood for over a century; be treated to beautiful scenery; long, sweeping turns; fast straightaways. I had a big smile on my face for the entire ride.


Theresa and Debbie having fun.


     Into the tunnel...








The opulent Schloss Lieser Hotel.


Bernkastel Market Plaza

The Princesse Royal’s kitchen was closed for the evening, which sparked an idea: a date night with Terry. I selected a place called Schützenhaus, which had garnered superb online reviews. Getting there was a mini-adventure in itself, navigating the narrow, medieval streets of old Bernkastel, past public squares with 14th-century ambience, until we were ascending a steep, paved path with innumerable stairs. It climbed up a precipitous slope of grapevines whose roots were anchored firmly in the slate ground. At last, we reached Schützenhaus, perched almost 300 feet above town. Known as the “Balcony of Bernkastel,” it offers sweeping views of the river—an idyllic backdrop for our dinner date. Icing on the cake after a fun day of riding. 


Mike & Anne from Minneapolis. Out on the town.





Schützenhaus restaurant. Can't beat the view.







Day 7:  BERNCASTEL-KUES to COCHEM

This was it. We cast off early the next morning, savoring breakfast as we cruised leisurely down the river. The weather was mostly cloudy with a chance of showers later in the day. At the dramatically-Baroque town of Traben-Trarbach, we disembarked with our bikes and began what would be our "Last Ride." Following the river trail, we pedaled through the hamlets of Pünderich; Ballay; Zell; Beilstein. Grapevines covered the steep slopes on both sides of the valley like a lush carpet. This section of the Mosel is particularly winding, doubling back on itself in tight goosenecks again and again. Although it's only six miles between Traben-Trarbach and Bullay as the crow flies, following the river stretches this distance to sixteen. It was through here when it began to rain. We paused to don rain gear, and then pressed on through intermittent showers. In Beilstein, the rain stopped—and so did our ride. We were done! To celebrate, we ordered beer and a light lunch at an outdoor tavern. Afterward, we boarded the Princesse Royal for a final cruise down to Cochem, where festive merriment awaited us tonight. Total riding distance: 30 miles.


Chris from Fort Collins. Ready to roll.


Ferryman's house in Pünderich.

Our first official snack break (which is wherever the VBT van parks with all the goodies) took place in Pünderich, a small hamlet of 800 residents. Many of the buildings here date back to the 16th and 17th centuries, offering a glimpse into a time long past. The name Pünderich is derived from an ancient Celtic word meaning “Ferryman's Place.” For centuries, a ferry has operated here, taking advantage of the hamlet’s strategic location. If one were traveling on foot or horseback, fording the river at this point and crossing the narrow isthmus of a very long gooseneck could take seven miles off your journey—a handy shortcut indeed. After our break, Axel kindly led some of us on a walking tour through the old part of the village. We marveled at the original Town Hall that was built in 1548, and the lopsided Ferryman’s House, which appeared even older. While newer homes have emerged—mostly vacation homes catering to Europeans seeking tranquility—the essence of Pünderich remains deeply rooted in its historical allure.

Axel and Terry explore Pünderich





















Susie and Suzanne in Pünderich. They were college roommates, and have
kept in touch over the years and gone on many adventures together.
 





The Black Cat of Zell.


Here comes the rain...

We were somewhere around Bullay when it began to rain. Earlier, we had taken a pit stop in Zell under gray skies, the air replete with what lay ahead. As we rode on, it had become darker and cooler, casting a reflective mood over our group, which was spread out along the trail for a mile or more. Then the sky began spitting random raindrops, like warning shots. Terry and I exchanged glances as we stopped to put on our rain jackets, questioning whether we would really need them. The answer came soon enough—yes! It started as a downpour, but soon subsided to light, intermittent showers that danced playfully off our helmets and cycling glasses. Riding in the rain is quite enjoyable if you can stay warm and dry. On the river up ahead, an enormous cargo barge materialized out of the mist, lumbering upstream in the rain. Life doesn’t stop for summer showers. 





Beilstein, the end of the ride. We logged about 190 miles total.


Our ride concluded in Beilstein, a quaint village that has been coined the “Sleeping Beauty of the Mosel.” Its well-preserved historical buildings captivate all who visit, making it a great place to explore. Overlooking the village are the ruins of Metternich Castle, dating back to the 12th century and resilient despite being sacked and destroyed by the pesky French in 1689. Descending upon a local tavern, we celebrated with beer and appetizers on the outdoor terrace, where everybody was in high spirits and sharing stories. Once our thirst was slaked, Terry and I explored the narrow streets and hidden corners of Beilstein, each turn revealing more of its Sleeping Beauty vibe. In the late afternoon, we all boarded the Princesse Royal for a scenic cruise down to Cochem, where dinner festivities awaited us. 























Mike, Anne and Chris say "Cheers!"




Cruising the river, Beilstein to Cochem.


     Cochem

The first thing that catches your eye when visiting Cochem is the Imperial Castle, majestically perched 300+ feet above the town. The original fortress was erected a thousand years ago, only to be destroyed in 1689—yes, by the pesky French again. In spite of this, a new and much grander castle was constructed on the site in the late 19th century, to which we had a spectacular view from our mooring. It was a Friday night; the storm clouds were breaking up, casting an ethereal glow over the castle. People were out strolling along the waterfront while elegant dinner-cruise barges plied the river. Despite Cochem's modest population of just 5,000, it felt much larger and remarkably vibrant—the perfect place to wind up the tour. 























We had a festive dinner party aboard the Princesse that night, a fitting end to our memorable time together. King Richard worked his culinary magic in the kitchen, crafting dishes that delighted our senses. As wine flowed and stories were told, laughter infused the air, creating an atmosphere of warmth and camaraderie. Becky had made a fine recovery from her crash on the second day of our tour; thankfully, she hadn’t sustained a concussion, and her arm was out of the sling now. Her resilience was inspiring. There were champagne toasts and kind words from Steffie and Axel—then more champagne to keep the merriment going. 

The rowdy table. Clockwise next to Terry is George & Kathy from Atlanta; Tim & Karen
from Denver; Becky & Burt from Shepherdstown WV, and some guy in a Hawaiian shirt.


A Friday night dinner cruise passing through...


River barge ballet...









In the morning, we packed our things with a sense of bittersweet longing. Once everyone had disembarked, we gathered for a group photo to capture the moment. Final hugs and handshakes were exchanged; it had certainly been a blast! Steffie offered Terry and me a lift to the train station, ensuring that even as this chapter closed, our journey would carry on. Next stop: Berlin.

     The whole gang...































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