BETWIXT: Europe

THE LAST TOURIST - After Thomas Coryat (1577–1617)

Robin Hunt walked across some of Europe in the spring and summer 2007. In 2010 and 2011 he returned to finish the route, the poor man's Grand Tour: here's travel, cities, the country, art, love, literature, mirrors and printing presses. The Old Europe of 1608, the confused New Europe and much in between. The End (of the writing) is in sight...

Friday, 26 August 2011

A thought on New York from Rugen island, Germany

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After the Thirties Even Auden came to God in post-war years And he did quit while we weren't ahead - Although his Manhattan desti...
Sunday, 14 August 2011

Rhinetown, a little different

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Rhinetown A rash of Rhine-bank motor homes broadcast Bundesliga From Achilles' shields and the Jesuit college is closing: The group...
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Tuesday, 9 August 2011

Theme Song

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Song of the walk, starts Thursday.
Tuesday, 2 August 2011

Ich habe keine Ducati

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So, two intensive weeks at the Goethe Institute and I am linguistically charged ein bischen . I can now count to a thousand and name all the...
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Saturday, 11 June 2011

PLF

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"The European trek was undertaken with a book in mind – he was inspired by George Orwell's Down and Out in Paris and London – but 4...
Sunday, 5 June 2011

AUGUST 2011

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The final leg begins: Koblenz to Flushing in Holland.
Thursday, 28 October 2010

Am Frankfurt

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The Chinese girls arrive home at the Boppard hotel from Frankfurt at midday Saturday; an all-nighter. Karaoke, shots, Chinese songs, R&B...
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Thursday, 21 October 2010

Bopping to AOR

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So, a short walk along and next to the Rhine on the second attempt to make Boppard with all the speeding car, toy train, barge and cruise-li...
Monday, 11 October 2010

Circular St. Goar

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An early Biedermann heavy frustuk. A glamourous blonde German woman of the later years says: "I hope you jogged," when I explain w...
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Friday, 8 October 2010

I'm Not Singing in St. Goar

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The first thing that changed things was the dog, a dachshund called Spritz. It is late and after a grandish dinner in a place on Bacharach...
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Tuesday, 5 October 2010

Bingen: the mystic multimedia artist

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I didn't know much about Hildegard before I came to Bingen, though I did know someone who was born and grew up here. They'd said to ...
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Publishing and the oldest brothel in town. Mainz 2

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"A matter that may seeme incredible to the understanding of many men, yet most certainly verified by experience. By virtue of this arte...
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Wednesday, 29 September 2010

Mainz Kind a Town

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An easy walk out of Oppenheim, and a sense that up there on the hill, the old clerics did their job further afield. They could see so far. T...
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Sunday, 26 September 2010

More Sagas

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A early sunny start in Worms takes me to the river, a statue of Hagen throwing the treasure of the Niebelungen into the Rhine, and the viney...
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Monday, 20 September 2010

My Diet in Worms

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Frankenthal's cloudy centre is drinking beer at 9.30, but it is Sunday. The weekend cyclists soon appear as I walk towards the Rhine, th...
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A short little palimpsest of Speyer

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Ever since I saw and became obsessed with the work of the German conceptual artist, Anselm Kiefer, I've wanted to see - and walk - and, ...
Saturday, 18 September 2010

Rolling on a - wrong - river. To Speyer, Spira as was

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Another Heidelberg philosphe weg, my fourth, down to the new bridge, past the Irish bar that Angela said was good, but I don't do Irish ...

Philosphies of Life

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Lazlo runs a brand new vinyl store in the clubby street; the late night old town, about half a hiccough from my bridge-side Heidelberg hotel...
Friday, 17 September 2010

Heidelberg: philosophy compulsory

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My favourite moment of the Baden-Baden Grayson Perry incident happens without him, back at the Capuchin-Radisson reception desk. An elderly ...

Grayson Perry and the travel pussy

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It's one part Hugh Hefner to another part Bond this morning, the first time in my life I have spent from waking until late afternoon...
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