France – Irgendwo ist immer Sommer

After 9800 Kilometres ‘an Air Jump’ Back Home

… from Antalya to Faro,… from Turkey to Portugal,… from east to west,… from sunrise to sunset,… from eternal spring[…]

This morning, we pack up our camping gear, stow away all our utensils and take down the tent. The tent[…]

At Irun, we cross the border to Spain. The student at the supermarket checkout in Irun tells Astrid that he[…]

…at Camping Pio de Pelle, near Saint-Julien-en-Born, just like with Rolf’s Youth Club 40 years ago: 1980. Johanna was born[…]

We cycle along the Lot river. The heat is becoming increasingly oppressive. We are so naive that we set off[…]

From Isère river, we cycle to the Rhône river and spend the night in Beaurepaire at a great, laid-back campsite[…]

This butterfly fascinates us. Bötz and Astrid take a picture and identify it: the Russian Bear, butterfly of the year[…]

We reach the French Jura once again across the green border. We are in chiller mode and stay in Pontarlier[…]

Here is our subjective list of the best campsites. What makes a campsite a great one? As travel cyclists with[…]

As soon as we leave Brittany, the summer is over. Sixteen degrees and single digits at night. Finally the warm[…]