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Southern Germany: Lake Constance.



Last week a friend and I went on a bike ride. They say a day not learning something is a day wasted. That day I learnt a lot. I learnt not to bike for 50km because your bottom will hurt and if you are not used to it, you will fail to walk up the university steps the day after. I learnt that you shouldn't bike with your mouth open, not only does it dry it out but when you live next to a lake, there is humidity and bugs like humidity. I think I got my biggest portion of protein that day, about 10  to 15 flies and I'm not even exaggerating. 


On a better note than fly eating, I must admit that my new little city (if you can call it that) is located in a pretty cool place. We biked to an area called Unteruhldingen, to a place called Pfahlbaumuseum Unterhldingen, one of the largest and most attended open air museums in Europe. The museum is formed by 23 stilt houses from the Stone and Bronze age. The museum was affected massively by the second world war, not only by damage but by french troops taking shelter. It has had several reconstructions since its opening in 1922 and is a must see if you are in the area.



Our route to the museum was incredibly pretty, we cycled through a few little towns. Towns that just had one main street with more colours than a rainbow. Cycling by the lake has a certain feeling to it, and although I'm not the biking kind, I would for sure do it again. 

One of my favourite areas we biked through was Meersburg, a quaint little town known as the medieval city but the actual meaning of the town is 'Castle of the sea', named after the castle supposedly built in 630.



All in all, the leg pain and extra protein intake was totally worth it. One of the perks of living where I do is the easy access to many little towns and cities that surround the lake, the beginning of the month included a visit to Bregenz in Austria for a hike and next Sunday we are taking a trip to München for Oktoberfest.


New experiences open the mind. 




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