I’m in Echternach now, which is in Luxembourg. I just spent two nights in a hostel in Luxembourg City. Hostels are cheaper here so I can justify not using the tent. I also met a couple of Aussies (Toby and Ben) and Dutch dudes (Tom and “Stay fun” Steffan) who were a laugh. More details on that later, for now, we go back to the Mosel:

Mon 19th

After going through Koblenz I made it to Cochem at about 7pm (about 100k) and setup camp (in about 35min). Went to the supermarket and bought dinner – filled pasta (uncooked, eat straight from pack – yum!), juice and some potato chips (dessert). The best thing about Cochem though is the supermarket, which also sold.. TOWELS!

Yes, after >3 months I finally bought a real towel!

Well, it’s pretty small but it only cost 3euro or so and after sending so much stuff back to London, it actually fits in the panniers. The best thing in the world is the fact that it actually dries me off properly!

Heaven is a real towel.

Tue 20th

I totally froze my arse off that night! I woke up at 2am and was scared that if I left the tent for a piss, I would freeze to death on the way. It took me about five shivering minutes to finally decide to do the dash. On the way back to the tent, I replaced my shorts with cargo pants, put on socks, put on a thermal top, a polypro t-shirt and my polarfleece. I also put on my head-warmer! I was SOOO cold! At 9am with the sun out it was still only 5degC.

Continued along the Mosel, stopping at a few towns to either explore interesting stuff or look for bakeries 🙂

Made it to Bernkastel-Kues (about 100k too) and found the best Campingplatz so far – Cueser Werth. Only 7euro per night, no fscking “token-operated” showers, friendly receptionist, spot right near the office/bar/toilets/showers and soft, grassy ground. Setup time down to 17min! 🙂

Found supermarket and stocked up. Met “Hans” who was riding from Cologne into the hills somewhere past Trier to see his 101yo Grandma! We had a good chat in the bar about all kinds of stuff and he was born near Trier so he gave me some tips about it. Top boke!

Wed 21st

Next morning I woke around 8am and chatted to Hans again, who was getting an early start into the fog. It was warmer here than Cochem but I still slept in almost everthing I’m carrying! A bakery van arrives at the campsite at 8.30am! Told you this campsite rocks! 🙂

to be continued..

Well, it's certainly been a while!


1. I find exploring Germany MUCH more fun than writing about exploring Germany.

2. I have been hooning along the Rhein and Mosel rivers and staying only in the tent in small village campsites. Internet access is hard to find!

I am now in Trier, a larger city near the border to Luxembourg. It has a uni which means it has cheap kebabs and internet! 🙂

It also has a bunch of ancient Roman ruins which I’ve been getting sunburnt checking out today..

What have I been doing before Trier?

Well, I left Heidelberg with the goal to sleep only in the tent, no hostels except for the ones in castles (which I think are cool) and the private one in Trier which belongs to the German Backpacker Network (these are generally heaps of fun!). The first castle hostel in Bacharach turned out to be <1hr away from Rudesheim, making it a fairly pointless stop. The second was in Koblenz and, at the time, I was panicking about getting home to London and trying to cover lots of ground, so I explored Koblenz but didn’t stay there. So, my “tent only” goal so far has been met.

But.. it is getting VERY cold at night here so I am not sure which I regret more – the decision to camp everywhere or the decision to post my arm/leg warmers and thermal pants back to London, wrapped around a beer stein?!

I am really getting into this camping thing so I guess it is the latter 🙂

Last night I slept really well in only t-shirt and jocks. Either it was warmer or the fact I’d done 100k and was totally stuffed helped? Note to self: Don’t skip lunch.

Although the nights are getting cold the days are fantastic! It’s shorts and t-shirt weather for sure and really good for riding (and my tan lines).

After Mainz (did I mention I went to a church service here? Okay it wasn’t a typical one.. they had synthesizers and slides! :D) I headed along the Rhein to Rudesheim (opposite Bingen). Riding along a river is so much better for my navigation skills! Drosselgasse is a famous street and full of pensioners drinking wine and singing and dancing. Scary stuff so I headed around the corner to Hajo’s where they served a vaste range of drinks other than wine! (The only bad thing about riding the Rhein and Mosel is the wine.. it’s frickin wine, wine, wine, wine.. why can’t there be a Beer River or something?). Anyway, got well hammered here and stayed until close with Sophia the bartender asking me questions from German Trivial Pursuit! Yes, they have Trivial Pursuit in the bar?!?! Tried some apfelwein and a strange drink called “Geiss-Mass” which was Asbach (a spirit, produced locally, from wine) mixed with Altbier and Coke!

I should mention my earlier nude run and hatred for “token showers”. These showers for some reason appear in the more expensive campsites and require you to insert tokens for water. Last time I used one of these it was all good and I had enough time. This time I’m lathered up and bam! no water. “FARK!”. Do you think I have another token? Nuh uh! So, I dash across the room and rinse using the basin, before dashing back to the shower. Tip: Buy EXTRA tokens for these evil showers!

Note for Plodder, before I forget, Kolsch spotted as far south as Worms (or was it Mainz?).

Spent 9euro on a ring ticket which got me a ride over the vineyards on a cable car thing up to a massive monument called Niederwald Denkmal. Great view from up here. Then hiked around the hill for a while (with more great views on the way) and took a chairlift down to Assmannshausen. I think it was the first time I’ve been on a chairlift, at least that’s the impression most people would’ve got with the size of the grin on my face!! :D:D

Assmannshausen is pretty dead. The slopes on which they can grow grapes though is friggin amazing! Mildura on its side!

The ticket also included a river ferry ride back. Money well spent. I got off at Bingen and explored this town (waiting for sunset at Klopp Castle) before catching a smaller ferry across the river to Rudesheim. Watching the ferries dock is cool. The current is pretty strong so they have to really swing the boats around towards the pontoons. There’s a constant stream of barges loaded with all manner of stuff going past too. It’s Germany’s busiest waterway I think and very interesting to sit down and watch boats struggle up stream or fly downstream.

In Bacharach (the town that wasn’t far enough away from Rudesheim to stay in the castle hostel) I explored and took a nice photo in St. Peter’s Church of snakes feeding on a woman’s breasts.. don’t ask.. just accept..

Then on to Oberwesel which wasn’t nearly as “olde worlde” cutesey as Bacharach but wasn’t without charms: Schonburg castle, churches, the Rathaus (town hall) and a wine festival that was (thankfully?) not “on” yet.

For all you mountain goat, climber types (huck too!), I know it’s not much I found a 16% graded road. It’s the steepest I’ve seen thus far and I just HAD to climb it! 😀

Turns out it lead on to a viewpoint for “Zeiben Jungfrau Rocks” (or something like that) where the seven rocks in the river are said to be all that’s left of seven virgins who shunned all suitors and then perished running away from some more nice dudes.. Let that be a lesson to all women out there! 😛

Anyway, they were underwater so technically I didn’t see them..

Next stop was St. Goar. I had missed the fireworks in Oberwesel (2nd Sat in September) but wasn’t going to miss the “Rhein in Flammen” in St. Goar (3rd Sat in September). Here are some much better firework photos than mine.

It was only Thursday so I setup camp early and explored the area. The campsite was CHOCK-A-BLOCK FULL of campervans and caravans!! It took me a while to find a spot for my one-man tent!! (I have pics of my poor little tent in the midst of all these “Great White Farks”). Apparently I wasn’t the only one who had heard about the fireworks..

It’s actually a three day festival here with music and wine and stuff happening in both St. Goar and on the opposite side at St. Goarshausen.

I think it rained on the first night so I was forced to read and play Solitaire (I bought cards so I didn’t finish the book too quick) in the tent for a while. Bakeries in this town rock! I should point out that at this stage I’m almost a real cycle tourist with speeds way down and an attitude to take my sweet time about checking places out. Rhein riding rocks!

Explored the castle Rheinfels which was great. I made up a song about American tourists the other day and was singing that under my breath when I encountered a pack in the castle.. it was funny (for me). At one point I was following two chicks into a pitch black passageway, thinking “Oh, so this is why they sell the candles!” and “hahaha suckers! It’s ladies first in Germany too!” hehehe I’m such a Rimmer! 😀 Great views (this is a common theme along the Rhein and Mosel) of Grundelbach valley from the “Uhrturm” (clock tower).

I get the impression from the museum (and lots of other things) that the Germans aren’t too happy about Louis 14th blowing up all their cool stuff! “xxx castle, destroyed by troops of Louis 14th” etc.. all over the country! 🙂

I was a bit worried too when I noticed in the “Apotheke” (medicine/pharmacy) display both Strychnine and Arsenic (or that’s what the German words looked like to me)!

cfsmtb: I have acquired quite a taste for Radler so, if and when I return, you might not be the only one downing the odd shandy at Goat! 😀

“Real men drink.. whatever the fsck I want!” 😀

Town is getting swinging (well, I’d moved onto the Hefe-Weisen Dunkels by now!) with a choice of bands to watch – popular english and german songs performed by a party band, a brass band, some sadass piano accordian music and a *cough* dance party playing some well-dodge R&B shite. All are surrounded by bier stalls or wein stalls.. Germans like to drink!

I had dinner in “Lore’s Keller”. Why? Because there was a guy who used to race at Glenvale in a “Kostrizer Schwarzbier” jersey, black. I wanted it. Anyway, I saw a sign for this beer above the door for Lore’s Keller and decided I had to go there. Simple really. Had a very nice meal of “Schweinschnitzel natur mit Zweibeln, Bratkartoffeln und Salat” washed down with a Ramazotti (a disgusting spirit that I’d never heard of and wanted to try). Some Poms on a motorbike tour arrived later and I joined them. They were a laugh that’s for sure! I have a diagram in my diary which shows the width of “Brownie’s” schlong – “55 ligne”.. as measured, apparently, by a female assisstant in a printing(?) company he worked for!

Also keen to sign my diary was “Luigi” who was the Italian running the show. So, if you ever get to St. Goar, say hi to Luigi and Honorata (who cooks a fine schnitzel) and stay away from bikers! hahaha 😛

After this I ended up wandering between beer stalls and bands, getting my groove on (ish) and trying all the strange beer mixers that are so popular here. E.g. Asking for “eine shuss” will get you half Pils and half Malz beer. Ended the night at a bar run by dudes my age, talking crap to one of the “workers” (they drink more than they serve, I’m sure!). He suggested I call in again tomorrow when he would be on the drinking side of the bar.

I woke up (eventually) and then had to shift my tent so a guy could empty the dunnies I was next to. Doh! Luckily my neighbor was on hand to lend me his hammer again – the ground here is very rocky and even a superman like me can’t push the tent pegs in. I count 22 parked tour buses as I walk into town. Being Saturday, fireworks day, there’s a bunch more activity and heaps more stalls selling all kinds of stuff (mostly food or drink). The population of the town has probably tripled, or more!

I visited the tiny Shipping & Signalling Museum (it was free and open) and it might’ve been more interesting but was in German, except for the pictures, which strangely enough, seem multilingual :P.

I take the ferry across to St. Goarshausen and climb up to Burg Katz and then on to LoreleyFelsen. Then quickly down to the Loreley statue on the river. “Loreley“, by the way, is a famous mythical maiden who was said to lure boats onto the rocks here. It’s a beautiful day for a party, as evidenced by the couple taking the time to, uh, “couple” in the bushes near the Loreley statue..

Tour-bus count from LoreleyFelsen: 33.

I try some “Hackbraten” (big hamburger thing bubbling away in onion stew – nice) and “Sekt”, German champagne, which tastes just like the $5-a-bottle Great Western stuff that comes out at our family xmas’s! 🙂

The fireworks were the best I have ever seen! First, Burg Katz was lit with Bengal Fire and then fireworks were launched from it. Then, fireworks were launched from a barge on the river, quite close to our bank, then they launched from Burg Rheinfels! THEN! Back to the barge for a final, loud, beautiful barrage! Awesome display guys! No wonder so many people turned up. I read they use 12,000euro worth of fireworks? It went for aaaages, getting louder and louder! Yeah, you get the idea. I liked them. I took some photos but I was more often juggling beers..

Met the dude from the night before and we went to the place where the dance party was the night before. This time they actually had some good music and the place was packed. Some guy tried to have a go at me on the door when his missus (I guess?) bumped into me and “I” apologised. When he saw that I was going to remove his head and feast on his still-functioning internal organs he backed down. Tool. Don’t fsck with someone who’s off his head and been on the road for 4 months! ha! grr! etc.. 😛 (I didn’t actually remember this incident until days later.. I’m a nice guy, really..:P)

Yeah, so myself and that dude and the chicks that were at that bar the night before and some of his mates (all names forgotten for some reason! Burp! Actually, I have one in my phone..). Um, yeah so we had fun that night at Hermy’s and around 5am (when they closed??) we moved on to some underground place (Felsenkeller?) where they were playing stuff like Rammstein and while most people were falling down asleep we kept going for a while longer..

Oh yeah, g’day to “Claus” (love the wine cork on the hat look!) and “Nadia” who I had a boogy with earlier at the “Flying Hats” gig. It’s amazing what you will listen to when pissed! Nah, they were playing fun stuff like Twist and Blues Brothers kinda music. I think that was where I found “bar stall dude”?

Eventually, with eveyone falling off their chairs asleep I walked home through the fog. It was cold and the other side of the river was clouded in thick, white mist. Cool!

Couple of hours sleep and then, for some unknown reason, I decided I wasn’t quite ready to leave town? Wonder why? 🙂

Spent Sunday chillin’ out along the river bank and in town, where some bands still played.

Mum panicked me into getting back to London with something she said so on Monday I was packed early. Radler and CaB (coke and beer) with Nutella sandwiches for breakfast. Am I getting feral yet? Hey! I had to get rid of the bottles before I left and I wasn’t just gonna leave them!

Boppard’s museum was closed but I took the chairlift up for the famous Vierseenblick and Gedeonseck views of the “bendiest bend on the Rhein!”.

Through Koblenz I looked at anything I could that didn’t require entering places and continued, but now I was riding along the banks of the Mosel!

(and now I need a piss and you need to do something more productive and perhaps I will continue this later?)

Planez, Trainz, Rainz in Mainz

Rock ‘n’ Roll over..

I woke with a dream/nightmare on Saturday. It involved me, in my house in Mildura, taking photos of intelligent tornados that would follow anything making sound. This segued into some kind of scene from Bettlejuice with a train full of ghouls (including a Michael Jackson-esque half black dude, half Chucky doll) where I was singing a funky song with my eyeballs in my hands. And some people think I’m normal! 😛

Anyway this was all good. It wasn’t scary, it was funny and I woke up and went hunting for money to pay for the campsite. I recall the camp owner telling another cyclist about a supermarket 500m up the road. This would be easier than going into town. I found it and the necessary Geldautomaat (ATM) and also a cheapie restaurant “Das Restaurant” where I had a relatively “normal” breakfast of jam brotchen (rolls), an egg and a coffee for just over 2euro – bargain!

I had just managed to pack everything when the rain started! Thank (chosen deity) for waking me with that dream!

Paid the 16euro for two nights and told the guy he could keep an extra euro because he was cool. Rain jacket on I rolled out into the rain. The sign on the Worms side of the river said Mainz 53k.

The ride to Mainz was quite interesting, a bit wet, a bit off-road, a bit lost, but interesting. Some of the riding was on major roads like the B9 and some was on small roads near the Rhein and some was on dirt tracks near the Rhein. After taking a dodgy fork earlier I asked a guy at a subsequent “Choose your own adventure” intersection, “Which way to Mainz?” (it’s pronounced “Mines” I think) and he told me. Much easier than guessing. In one town there was a bunch of kids playing firemen. At another, there were some firemen playing in biohazard suits.

It wasn’t all flat either. At one point the path veers away from the river and leads up into some steep vineyards! I took photos – it was like Mildura + hills! These hills eventually lead me down into Oppenheim which was in the middle of a wine festival. Near the train station, I was checking directions when people started calling out to me. I wheeled myself over.

“No, that’s not my jacket” I said, shaking my head and patting myself down just in case I did own something yellow and it had fallen off my bike. The older people left but the girl remained.

“Where are you from?” she said, in better english than my own.

“Australia.. Melbourne, Australia”.

“Are you riding around Germany on your bike?!”

“Germany right now, but I started in London and..”

“That’s soo cool! How long for?!”

“Been going for um.. June, July, August.. about three and a half months.”

“I used to have a boyfriend from Australia. From Adelaide. When I was, how do you say, hitch-hiking around Canada?”

“Hiking around Canada?”

“Where you get rides with other people.. “

“Oh, you DID mean Hitch-hiking?!”

“Yeah, he was from Adelaide and we met in Canada. It’s not far from the coast is it?”

“Adelaide and Melbourne are pretty much on the coast.”

Then before I had a chance for anything more, the others returned in a car and whisked her away.

“Fsck!!!” Talkative, cute AND proven somewhat compatible with Aussies and gone, just like that. Typical! Lucky I’m a monk now..

Riding through these vineyards, inhaling a little smoke from burning wood, there was a comforting familiarity with home. The hills destroy the illusion but it was nice all the same.

I arrived in Mainz (with the rain starting again) and again a local offered help while I was checking a map. She explained how to get to the Maaraue Campingplatz I was looking for and where I could find a supermarket (ALDI, MiniMAL, PennyMarkt and another turned out to be quite near to the campsite).

I bought a banana, water and juice. Skulled the 1L multi-vitamin juice, scoffed the ‘nana and emptied the water into my bidons. Returned the water bottle using MiniMAL’s automatic refund machine and collected 25c Pfand from the cashier, which meant the 1L water only cost me 4c!

Headed to the campsite. 8.50euro per night plus 10euro for a key deposit. No sweat. Met a 67yo German guy who had just rolled over the 900k mark for this trip of his. Nice work! He was well-travelled and fairly talkative so we chatted a few times.

Rode into town and took some pics of funny fountains. There are stages setup all over town and a University tent exhibition with some interesting displays. I was pretty stuffed from the ride and went back to stock up on food, knowing that Supermarkets aren’t open Sundays (major pain in the a$$ that is!!). Grabbed fruit, nuts and juice. What?! Doesn’t sound like me at all does it? Okay, I also got some peanut M&M’s 😛

After showering back at camp it was dark and the rain had started again, hard. I hung my washing under a covered outdoor setting, where 67yo and I had parked our bikes and I killed time waiting for the rain to ease by stubbing my toes on the same bench, twice! I also photographed a hedgehog who kept sneaking up on me in the dark.

Finally making it into the tent, I dried out while snacking on my stash of food and reading a chapter of my book (not MY book, Bill Bryson’s book!).

Sleep was made difficult with a nearby train station, low-flying jumbos, thunder, lightning and not one, but two rock concerts!

Actually, the one on the other side of the river was heavy metal and I was a bit pissed off that I couldn’t be there because of the rain! In all honesty though I wouldn’t have lasted long and sleep was interrupted moreso due to my bladder than any noise! Stupid rehydration 😛

Missed another race:


Fri 9th: I like Worms

I like Worms. It`s a smallish town on the Rhein with some interesting stuff to see.

The Rhein is a big river! The bridge across it is cool, but is being replaced by a new one. I cross it to get from town to the groovy campsite. Check it:

I really liked the Nibelungen Museum and I’m off this afternoon to search for the hidden treasure! If you ever get to Worms, you must visit this museum!

Read the cut-down Saga of the Nibelungs here.

It was only a short ride here from Heidelberg yesterday. I setup the (mouldy!) tent at the campsite across the Rhein. Then I lay down on the grass for a while, zonked. I think the heat knocked me down. I was sooo frickin’ chilled out for once – it was awesome – I just wish I could turn that mindset on and off at will..

Internet and kebabs are cheap here hehehe It’s like Berlin but “small town”. Drivers here are like those from Mildura – dodgy bodykit jobs and loud stereos pumping out sh1thouse R&B. Note: Race exhausts aren`t for cutting laps around town at 20kph dudes..

I don`t know, this whole town makes me smile. The Englishman running the campsite said that storms were coming though. If they hit at the wrong t?me, evilhipppy will come back again.. but for now gelatikebaboldbuildingbrowsinghippy is here.

Worms Weather: weather.yahoo.com – Worms

Might go for another pootle down the Rhein and read a book on the grass beside the tent. I know it’s a tough life but someone does have to do it.

Happy Birthday Ivonne! and Happy Travels Renee!

Ivonne, your age is safe with me. 😛

We had a little “party” this morning. Renee bought some bakery goodies and we (the two of us) sung Happy BIrthday to Ivonne, who turned.. *censored*. Then we cut the cake into three. Piggies! Well it was a chocolate CUP cake! 😀

Renee left Heidelberg this morning bound for Budapest. A night there (I think) and she’s off to Turkey, Syria, Jordan and Egypt for 5 weeks. Noice.

I leave Heidelberg today also. I’ll be camping in “Worms” (rhymes with “forms”) tonight if all goes to plan. It’s only about 50k from here and the weather seems to be holding its high-20’s/low-30’s pattern for now, which is very nice for tent life by the river.

Hip rides lap of Hockenheim

I’ve seen much of Heidelberg now and decided to ride to nearby Schwetzingen which apparently has a lovely castle. After some more issues with German bike path signs (ie. a right pointing arrow with THREE right-turn options!) I arrived but really didn’t feel like paying to see Another Bloody Castle (ABC). There was a car show on in the castle grounds this weekend. This, along with the road sign pointing to Hockenheim, was enough to keep me riding to Hockenheim in the hope of seeing the race track. Yeah, nowadays I’m primarily anti-car, but I did grow up with two speedway drivers as neighbors. In fact, when I was a kid, I wanted to be a car mechanic and race speedway, just like Pete “Spider” McCarthy. I used to “help” him fix cars in his garage. I think “help” was more akin to “try not to get in his way too much”. How times have changed..

Anyway, I kept riding along some rather nice crusher-dust bike trails in the woods until I made it to Hockenheim – made obvious with the motorbike statue at the town entrance!

It was easy to find the track because there was a stream of Porsches, Ferraris, Audis and other “race” vehicles leaving town along one particular road. One of the Porsche GT3’s (on a trailer) appeared to have “met” a wall at a rather high velocity – ouch!

There were cars on the track when I arrived but the mix of vehicles seemed to indicate anyone could drive the circuit now, ie. Ferraris mixed with vans, 4wds mixed with motorbikes and Minis and all manner of family and ‘not-so-family’ vehicles all using the track at once.

I’ll come clean now – I didn’t ride around the “race circuit” but I did ride “around” the circuit. There just may have been a large perimeter fence stopping me from mixing it up with the motored vehicles.. damn it! 😛

It was going to get dark soon (I left Renee’s late afternoon) so I headed back. Without a map and without checking signs, my memory actually did a better job of keeping me on the right path!! I couldn’t believe it!

“Screw maps! Ignore signs! Use your brain every time!”

Just for some extra punishment (or was it fun?) I rode up Heidelberg’s biggest mountain – the Konigstuhl. I still can’t climb, but I reckon it would put some of the Melbourne climbs to shame – or maybe I’m just too damn fat and unfit to climb anything now?

The descent was fast and fun! I totally overshot one corner (a habit of mine that will get me killed one day) and was only slowed down at the end when cars got in my way – I passed a couple but I had no front light and didn’t want to spend too much time on the wrong side of the road in the dark. I could feel my brake pads wearing out behind the cars and was cursing the oncoming traffic that stopped me passing! Let me go freeeeeeeeeee! 🙂

My knee is still sore after rides. It’s hard to pinpoint exactly, but looking down at my right knee, most of the pain seems centred around the area on the outside of the leg, just above the calf muscle at the joint. There is a bone here and I guess some kind of tendon or something is being aggravated by twisting or the like??

Pain Central:

click image for a bigger leg

3rd Sep: New Pics

New photos:

2005-08-15 Berlin

2005-08-15 Potsdam

2005-08-17 Dresden

2005-08-20 Leipzig

2005-08-24 Nuremberg

2005-08-26 Heidelberg

2005-08-27 Switzerland


2005-08-29 Freiberg

2005-08-30 Waldgeist (Killer Schnitzels!)

2005-09-02 Heidelberg


2005-09-04 Heidelberg (Fireworks)

New videos:

Trummelbache Falls

Earlier Photos:

2005-08-14 Berlin, 2005-08-14 ‘Up to Hamburg’, 2005-08-14 ‘Up to Bremen’, 2005-07-26 Groningen, 2005-07-14 Apeldoorn, 2005-07-03 Haarlem, 2005-06-21 Brugge, 2005-06-09 Tournai, 2005-05-29 London, 2005-05-28 London, 2005-05-13 London

Earlier Videos:

Hamburg ITU Triathlon World Cup, Drumming in Hamburg, Haarlem Tent Storm 1, Haarlem Tent Storm 2, Haarlem Tent Whinge 1, Apeldoorn Ride 1, Apeldoorn Ride 2, Den Haag Marching Band 1, Den Haag Marching Band 2, Den Haag Marching Band 3, Den Haag Cheerleaders 1, Den Haag Marching Band 5, Riding along on my pushbike honey.., Gent canal cruise, Tunnel bike path, Belgium somewhere