My bike ride through the German version of the pyramids
‘Dirty menhirs. I curse them. I curse all stones. I curse the ice that brought them here.” After cycling twenty kilometers through the flowering lowlands of northeastern Germany, my ten-year-old daughter had had enough. We were on the “Radroute der Megalithkultur” – a week-long cycle path among the Neolithic tombs scattered between the medieval cities … Read more