The lady on the bicycle flipped us off. Not that I blamed her.  I woulda done the same thing. I could not BELIEVE this motor coach was turning onto the bike path.  “It’s pehrfecktly leegahl,” the guide assured us, “as longh as we dohn’t go overrr 20 kph.”   Or flatten any cyclists, presumably.  Not … Continue reading Hamburg and the Missing Organ →