Sunday morning we were already in Hauptbahnhof Berlin, on platform 6, with our bikes good to go, and backpacks stuffed with nuts, carrots, sandwiches and cereal bars – all in all, prepared for a new adventure. The forecast announced unstable weather, some rain ahead, but why stop here? In the worst scenario we would have to pedal our way towards the first Gasthaus, restaurant or train station or at least a bus stop that could provide shelter.
So off we went, at 10:09 the train left us in Oranienburg, a small town in Brandenburg, located north-east of Berlin, on the cycle way to Copenhagen. From here on our target was a 45 km route, known also as the Löwenberger-Land-Radweg. Our end destination: Lindow. The GPS was crucial in the beginning as there were no signs pointing to the cycling road. Our journey began with a tour around the train station in Oranienburg, and a turn towards Lehnitzsee. Right there it happened: for the first time our wheels made contact with a BIKE ROAD, not just stripes of paint, a slice of some pathway or a piece of asphalt, shared with all the cars.
We pedaled the 5-6 km along lakes and rivers, occasionally we had to cross a road, but that didn’t pose a problem. It was Sunday, aside from a few other groups of cyclists, the wilderness was all ours. Lakes were followed by dense and dark pine forests, fields of rapeseed, creeks and bridges, castles, and lots of village households: with horses, cows, chickens, and all else. To sum it up: a quiet world the Berliner doesn’t get to see every day, a world he sometimes forgets even exists.
One hour and a half later we reached Liebenberg, a well kept estate with a castle, restaurant, tea house and a lovely park. A traditional fare was scheduled for the afternoon, so we decided to continue our way to Lindow, and return later on. Sadly we never made it back to the fare. After Liebenberg came Neulöwenberg, then Löwenberg, and then, as we were approaching Hoppenrade the first drops touched the ground. We stopped under a lime tree to get our ponchos on, in order to make it safe to the first restaurant, train station or any other thing with a roof and a welcome sign. Little did we know what was to come.
There was no restaurant, no Gasthaus in Hoppenrade, no train or bus stations, nothing that could provide shelter. Just the usual village households, with people lurking inside, enjoying their Sunday afternoons, and some curiously watching us, lunatics, getting soaked in the rain.
Soon the drops turned to streams, and with no shelter in sight, we kept pedaling for another 4-5km, towards Großmutz, and then Glambeck. All the ponchos in the world couldn’t save us from a full blast shower. At Glambeck all clothes were dampened in rain, right then, all we wished for was to get to Lindow as soon as possible, and take the first train back home. Right then nature/fate (or maybe just plain, old luck) decided to change our plans: first, we found shelter in a bus stop, where we managed to revive our optimism with carrots and nuts. Secondly, the clouds decided to go bug someone else, and within a few minutes the sun was shining brightly all over the village, as if nothing had ever happened.
We continued the trip, with our clothes drying in the sun, and made it to Lindow with a big grin. After a short picnic next to the Wutzsee, the clouds were back in sight, seemingly ready to take us for another dance. Our feet were still cold and soaked in water, so we decided to end it there.
All in all, it was a nice trip. Hopefully, next time we can skip the shower episode.