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--- The creative page ---

 

On this page you find a small collection of poems, pictures,... that we got on the way and which fit into "art and creativity" :-)

 


 

Johannes has decorated the main square of Graz for our arrival with balloons (20. May 2012).

 

 


Elfiede has made flags for our last day cycling (20. May 2012).

 


Barbara's bicycle-decoration, when we ride together to Graz, on our last cycling day (20. May 2012).

 


Paul, Sigi and kids Isabel and Leo welcome us in Innsbruck (May 2012). There is a menu for world travellers and a cake on the table in order to celebrate our five and a half years on bicycle :-)

 

 

 

 


Patrick and Nora's contribution from Kufstein (Austria) to our ride on the "Camino de Santiago" (April 2012).

 


 

Cyclists monument on the Camino de Santiago (Spain) (April 2012).

 

 


 

Debora and Harris welcome us in their home (USA) (March 2012). The Geko on the left is actually a real one:

 


Candy's letterbox welcomes us (USA) (January 2012):

 


China and bicycles - child seating system in southern China (October 2011):

 


China and bicycles - creative bikes in Beijing (September 2011):

 

 

 


Welcome at Roland and Belinda's place (www.cyclingwithsally.com) in Auckland (New Zealand), when we visit them (May 2011). We look at the misspelling of Philipp as freedom of the artist ;-) :

 

 


 

Poem on the wall of our host Gary in Wellington (New Zealand) (May 2011):

 

 

House by the Side of the Road

 

by Samual Foss, 1899

 

There are hermit souls that live withdrawn

In the place of their self-content;

There are souls like stars, that dwell apart,

In a fellowless firmament;

There are pioneer souls that blaze the paths

Where highways never ran-

But let me live by the side of the road

And be a friend to man.

 

Let me live in a house by the side of the road

Where the race of men go by-

The men who are good and the men who are bad,

As good and as bad as I.

I would not sit in the scorner’s seat

Nor hurl the cynic’s ban-

Let me live in a house by the side of the road

And be a friend to man.

 

I see from my house by the side of the road

By the side of the highway of life,

The men who press with the ardor of hope,

The men who are faint with the strife,

But I turn not away from their smiles and tears,

Both parts of an infinite plan-

Let me live in a house by the side of the road

And be a friend to man.

 

I know there are brook-gladdened meadows ahead,

And mountains of wearisome height;

That the road passes on through the long afternoon

And stretches away to the night.

And still I rejoice when the travelers rejoice

And weep with the strangers that moan,

Nor live in my house by the side of the road

Like a man who dwells alone.

 

Let me live in my house by the side of the road,

Where the race of men go by-

They are good, they are bad, they are weak, they are strong,

Wise, foolish - so am I.

Then why should I sit in the scorner’s seat,

Or hurl the cynic’s ban?

Let me live in my house by the side of the road

And be a friend to man.

 


 

Gerhard's idea for our safety in the wild west (March 2010):

 

 


 

Linda, Dave and Paul welcome us to their house in San Diego (USA) (November 2009):

 

 


 

There are patriotic flags waving from many houses in the USA. Terry is more creative! (October 2009):

 

 


 

Peter and Thomas just wanted to say "Hello" (June 2009):

 

 


 

On the way from Fairbanks to Whitehorse we produce "Roadart" for Karin and Marten (see cyclists we met), who were riding 1-2 days behind us :-) (May 2009):

 

 

 


 

Nehal and Pranay from Ahmedabad (India) are giving us one page of Nehal’s bicycle story as a present (April 2009):

 

 

 


Shortly before Christmas Siegfried and Hanna sent us the following picture/article (20. December 2008):

 

 

 


 

Poem by Paul, with whom we were riding for a while in Australia (July 2008):

 

Side by side,

I see them ride.

A beautiful landscape that lies ahead,

A thinner mat than mine for their outback bed.

After a chilly night a new day dawns,

In the morning light we rise with dreary yawns.

 

In my mirrow they ride two a breast,

And every night the tent is their nest.

Not an ounce of meat would either of them eat,

And their lightweight food sure had me beat.

We laugh and we chat,

Talk about here and there, this 'n' that.

 

But when they ride together into the setting sun,

It brings a tear to my eye how they ride as one.

Yet on two seperate bikes is how they dance,

In my dreams of joy would lie such a romance.

It makes me sad but I'm ever so happy to be -

in their glad Austrian company.

 

Philipp, Valeska and me,

A fine journey we shall have and be.

 

Your friend Paul.


 

Nicole and Craig welcome us to their home (March 2008):

 

 


 

Peter's way to tell us that he found our article in "Die Presse" (February 2008):

 

 


 

Drawing by Alexander Czernin (www.wikicomics.at) - the voucher for our wedding present (a night in a nice hotel) from Eva and Erik (August 2007):

 

 


 

Poem by Ismail, whom we got to know in Turkey (February 2006):

 

I will also give you  below present.. It has been written in Turkish,
translation didn't sound so good. But present is present.

 

TWO HEARTS TO BIKE

 

May be this sunset is last sunset,
May be this sunset is end of a life,
During this sunset, some loves finish,
During this sunset, some throws stone to sea for a wish.

 

During sunset ,two hearts continue to bike,
and PROST the glasses for a hopefull life.

 

May be this sunsrise is last sunrise,
May be this sunrise is birth of last hope,
During this sunrise, there are many chains to broke,
During this sunrise, there are many flowers to smell.

 

During sunrise, two hearts continue to bike,
and PROST the glasses for a lucky life.

 

May be this love is last love of mine,
May be this love is last commend to brain from heart,
May be this love is  sharpen side of the knife,
Please come my youngness back to my life.

 

During my love, two hearts continue to bike,
and PROST the glasses for a lovely life.

  


  

   

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