When I left Wolfenbüttel I headed south. I knew that I was going to have to rely upon trains in the coming days. I was in part of Germany where there are fewer bicycle paths and so I've been riding roads. South of Wolfenbüttel was an old cloister, the second that I've seen. This one had been made into a hotel. It was late afternoon and the light was perfect for good pictures. After taking some good shots I moved down the road and soon found a second old cloister that was mostly unused. I took more pictures and then rode on towards Vienenburg near the base of the Harz Mountains. I have learned that in order to get to certain places I have to take trains out of particular towns. I had to get to Vienenburg in order to get to Quedlinburg. Quedlinburg is a small town out of the way of everything. In fact, Germans gernerally don't know of it. It's a World Cultural Center because of the sheer number of half-timbered buildings. Every town has some very old part but Quedlinburg is nearly all old. It's like walking through the 16 and 17th centuries. The buildings lean this way and that. It makes for excellent picture taking. It feels like everything that you look at could be a picture. I waited at the train station for my train out. As I waited a crowd of perhaps 4 million children arrived to board, it soon became clear, my train. The great thing about a trip like this is that I can be very flexible when I need to be. The train to Halberstadt, where I needed to go in order to get to Halle, came every hour. So I decided not to pack onto a train of 6 million kids and instead wited for the next one. I ate an apple, a roll with nutella, drank a beer and read a bit. The next train arrived and was nearly empty when it pulled out. There are many moments for low level success and that was one. I sat back and enjoyed the scenery as I headed to Halle. Now, because this cafe is dumb, I have to log off and then log back on every hour. ...