World Cup 2026

2 wonderful, sunny and trouble free days on the bike are behind us, rolling through the thick forests of Massachusetts and New York State, through the grass lands on the Niagra region and along the lake areas of Ontario. 1.000 km of bike riding bliss.
Random observations along the roads:

• The easiest and fastest way to improve the quality of life in the US even more would be to swap a few ten thousand of the 3 trillion flags against a ship load of shiny Marzocco espresso machines
• the Northeast of the US has more churches than Pakistan has mosques
• in my relentless semi-scientific research into the sexual anomalies of my temporary host nations I discovered a dark, obsessive fetish the Americans have: mowing the lawn. Day in, day out. Fighting the wilderness, until every space of green looks like the Wimbledon Centre Court. Preferably on little mowing trucks
• the only areas that I have ever seen in my life with a comparable amount of public posters worshipping fallen soldiers then here are the Hezbollah suburbs in Beirut
• it is actually possible to travel through 300 miles of beautiful wheat and corn fields and you can’t get fresh bread
• …and then a sky that is never ending, a horizon so wide…..
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While the whattsapp group of the Fanclub of our National Tram is full with desperate requests of fans asking for tickets and the black market is now heading towards € 1.500 for the game against Ivory Coast my contact at the DFB answered my email from a few days ago and confirmed that tickets have been reserved for me and my travel companion. Lucky days….