Pentecost at Aggertal

Seasoned readers of my blog know that Hubby and I like camping, either near or far. Last year we visited beautiful Aggertal for the first time and both enjoyed it tremendously. We knew we had to go there again and after quite some planning and facebook-messaging we routed together most of the Solingen Zebra Ultras and went on the road.

Where to? Same place as last year, of course: Freizeitcamp Aggertalsperre.

And what did we do? Mostly hanging out, eating, playing, eating, and more hanging out.

Sure, some of us went swimming.



But we mostly hung around this nice fire



On the second day, some of us went on a little walk here, around the half-peninsula



where we stalked some guys in a canoe



on our way over here



Not to sound too creepy: those guys belonged to us :). And we didn’t threaten them, we merely cheered them on with our usual Ultras-cheer, which I can’t repeat over here.

The weekend was funny, exhausting, character-building, yummi, hot & cold, but most of all: a great experience!

Until next year!

Things I learned on my UK roadtrip

  • You can easily get addicted to ice-cold Coca Cola, straight from the can.
  • You should not order Pepsi.
  • The sandwich does not come from Sandwich, but it’s a pretty little town.
  • People from Sheffield are very friendly and generous, seem to be partial to German shepherds and make delicious meals. They think that everything is “luvely” and, in the case of Pete, look like my English professor.
  • Sometimes the smallest campsites are the nicest, especially if they have a cat and a pond full of yapping carps.
  • You should listen to the locals’ advice and visit the places they recommend. Would never have visited Robin Hood’s Bay or Portpatrick otherwise.
  • Scots are outgoing, fun, hospitable and hard-drinking. Their accent is the best on the island.
  • The places you visit by chance hide the most fun, this is especially true for Lanark, with its awesome people. And William Wallace married his Marion there, who knew?
  • It is not fun to hear of a murderer on the loose and then find a lone stranger next to your spot on the campsite. Even more so if said stranger doesn’t have a tent with him…
  • Do go off the road if you see an interesting thing in the landscape surrounding you. The pretty hill you saw could turn out to be Loudoun Hill, said to have witnessed William Wallace’s and Robert the Bruce’s battles.
  • Do not, under any circumstances, trust a British’s estimation of time and distance. Everything is “just down the road”, “in walking distance” or will take “only 2 more minutes”. They lie. Those walks you were sure you could handle range from 40 minutes (one way) to two hours (there and back again). And I’m not even kidding. I wish I was.
  • Cornish Pies aren’t yummi.
  • Weston-Super-(Night-)Mare should be avoided at all cost. Sand Bay down the road, however, is pretty.
  • Sometimes names can be misleading. “Maiden Castle” doesn’t boast any maidens, nor is there a castle. Only sheep.
  • Land’s End is just that: the end of England’s land to the west.
  • Parking is expensive, you have to “Pay and Display” everywhere. If you’re very lucky it’s 20 pence an hour, usually more like 1- 2 pounds.
  • Food is equally expensive, two servings of fish and chips will cost you 15 to 18 pounds. WTF?
  • Some people you might find out you still like, even if you haven’t seen them in 11 years.
  • Visiting a great New Zealander who lives in Wimbledon with his nice Polish girlfriend and their little Maori warrior son is fun.
  • A roadtrip is not a relaxing vacation and you’ll be glad once you’re home again. But you will love everything, at least in retrospect.

New York, Rio, Aggertal

There’s no place like home. But home sometimes gets crowded, musty or just plain boring.

That’s when the travel bug gets you and you have to get outta there, like GTA’s Luis Lopez when the cops are after him.

And what a timing it was this weekend, when Hubby and I had to test out our camping gear anyways, to see how everything works and if we still need anything. The one thing we knew that was missing was an air mattress for me. Solingen’s DIY stores didn’t offer any we liked, so on Saturday we decided to head over to Wuppertal. There we found Rockstore who boasted a really nice staff, but no air mattresses (at least not under 100 Euros). Luckily there are big department stores where we got ourselves a nice mattress for 15 Euros, and even with dolphins 😉

A few ours and a Mc Donald’s cupcake later

we hit our first destination, Brucher Talsperre. They had a campsite allright, but only for caravans. But they had a tapas bar, Alhambras, so they won a few points again.  On to Lingesetalsperre and Kerspetalsperre. Same problem there, no campsite for tents, at least not directly at the water.

Hubby tried to find an alternative using his cellphone, but internet access is hard to find in the middle of nowhere. Luckily google once again proved to be the friend of the lost and we drove on to the Aggertal, heading for the Freizeit Camp Aggertalsperre. After our earlier setbacks this campsite looked like the holy land to us. Not too big, very clean and orderly. It lies directly at the shores of the Aggertalsperre, with a lawn area for tents at the side of the water.

You think it’s idyllic? Why, yes it is!

After a view pulls here and there, our Opera was ready.

And the best thing was: Myri and Rob were nice enough to visit us

We chillaxed a bit at the campsite’s bar, enjoyed the weather and good company and in the case of some of us, the pancakes with blueberries

singing: “Yummy yummy yummy I got love in my tummy”. Oh what fun!

While enjoying the deliciousness we saw a man disappearing behind a small building with an air matress, heard a loud “whooosh” and saw him reappear with his filled mattress. After investigashuns we found out that the campsite offered the free usage of a high-pressure-air- thingy. Yay, no tiring pumping for us.

Just for the record: When I say “us”, in this case I mean “Hubby”.

After a saying goodbye to our friends and a nice game of boule we had dinner at the camp’s restaurant while watching the final foodballgame of the championsleague. We didn’t really care for the game but enjoyed the night nevertheless.

Afterwards we reclined to our tent, crouching deep into the sleeping bags and tried not to notice that our ground wasn’t even but slighty fell towards the shore.

The night was quite quiet even though there were some kids partying and cars driving in the distance.

The morning came at a few minutes after 6 a.m. and brought with it dew and thin fog, it was beautiful

We were tired and exhausted, but happy nonetheless. After a quick breakfast of chocolate croissants we payed our fare, not too steep, and checked out the beautiful Talsperre before heading home again