If you were to read our story (here), some might find it a little controversial. Becasue the initial section of that story suggests a connection. Which might not be something some accept.
Got you to click on the link yet? No?
Ok, let us try again.
There was a time when we lived in the city of Amsterdam. And across the border was its larger cousin. They have wonderful roads called ‘autobahns’. No. Not barns where they kept cars instead of horses (yeah we know it’s a sick joke). We are sure you know these are the highways where the rule is :
there are no rules! there is no speed limit. Along most stretches anyway.
Hence the actual motivation (for Mel at least) in visiting this lesss travelled area of Germany was the drive. For you see, as soon as we crossed over to Deutchland, it is open season as hunters call it. Put all your meetle on the peedal and let it fly baby! Of course that was limited by the fact that we drove an MPV, so topping out at ~230km/hr was about where we got before the steering got a little ‘light’. And we were considered slow. So we ate dust…
There are actually places to go and sights to see in lower Saxony, niedersachsen as the locals call it fondly. In fact, the Romans were there! Not the modern day Italian tourists but the armour wearing ones we refer to as legionnaires. There were settlements here and one can still see vestiges of their once presence.
But the drive was still the biggest draw. What was the fastest speed you drove at? Find out where we ‘speed demons’ went here.