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On the dike along the Rhinkanal you can walk, hike, stroll and enjoy nature.

Round trip of just over 20 km through the forest around the Ser

Water hiking rest area in Strodehne

The village church of Rhinow not only stands as beautifully as churches in Brandenburg do – it also tells stories. Of fire and reconstruction, of piety and nobility, of organ builders and sculptors, of pilgrims and the Pietà. Built in the 13th century from Brandenburg fieldstone, then burned down in 1735, and rebuilt by 1740 – it bears all this with the calm of one that has seen much. Inside: a horseshoe gallery like a Baroque viewing balcony, a Lütkemüller organ from 1848 that still plays on Sundays. The wall features coats of arms of the von Hagen family, and a golden sun hovers above the altar – a symbolic God in the countryside. It is especially quiet down in the tower, where a carved Pietà from the 15th century stands: Mary, holding the dead Christ in her arms. A scene as old as human compassion. Those who dismount their bikes here may feel the long-lasting impact of history – and be happy to find a bench in the shade, a drink of water, and a sense that pilgrimage can be not just a path, but also an attitude.

Between Rhinow and Strodehne, cycling becomes a time of looking, marveling, and being silent. The path runs as if drawn with a ruler through a landscape that doesn't impose itself, but rather reveals what it has: XXL skies, ditches with cattails, birch trees in the wind, grazing cows – and in between, the silence that roars in your ears like the sea once did. A lone bike at the side of the path, its pannier dangling as if to say: I'm staying here. In front of you: only the horizon. Behind you: nothing urgent. Those who cycle this section should take their time. For the rustling in the reeds. For the glittering surface of the water where ducks migrate. For the wind that tells stories if you let it. And for the realization that there are places where nothing happens – and that's precisely the best part.

It's this silent expanse that suddenly envelops you when you emerge from Kuhlhausen onto the asphalt strips that stretch straight across the flat land. Grain to the left, corn to the right – in between: just you, your bike, and the wind. A path seemingly out of time, lined with apple trees, overflown by crows, and carried by the silence that only summer knows. You don't have to arrive here. Here you can simply ride. Straight ahead, accompanied by the rustling of the grass, the creaking of a tree stand that stands in the landscape like a warning observer. The fields breathe deeply, the light changes with the clouds, and sometimes, very rarely, someone drives towards you – a curt greeting, a knowing smile, and then continues on. It's the inconspicuous paths that tell the story of a landscape. And sometimes, its heartbeat too. This one is one of them.

Anyone approaching Lake Hohennauen on two wheels will be rewarded halfway – with a bridge that is more than just a crossing. The view from here is far-reaching: Lake Ferchesar shimmers to the left, Lake Hohennauen stretches out to the right, and in the middle, Lake Semliner stretches long and blue through the landscape. The bridge itself is comfortable: structurally separate paths for cyclists and pedestrians – that's almost a luxury in Brandenburg. Below, water lilies lap against old pilings, above, boats glide by like mobile viewing platforms. If you pause here for a moment, you'll see what defines the region: expanse, water, wind – and a soothing silence that doesn't have to be loud to make an impression.

Cafe, farm shop and museum are perfect for a break during a bike tour 😋