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Havelchaussee is almost always a good option and the number one cycling spot in southwest Berlin. It's about 10 km along the Havel River on undulating terrain through the Grunewald forest. The asphalt is of medium quality. Traffic is heavy in good weather and on weekends.

The Teufelsseechaussee is a cycle path. It's very easy to cycle here.

You don't just walk up here – you enter a piece of landscape that cannot be straightened. The roots of the pines, gnarled like old hands, grasp at everything that moves: shoe soles, thoughts, time. The path winds its way up the slope, unhurriedly, but earnestly. No shallow excuses, no light footing – whoever walks here walks with their whole body. On the left, the railing, constructed from crooked wood, as if carved by the forest itself. On the right, the hint of the abyss – not deep, but just deep enough to force your gaze to pause for a moment. And then these stairs. Built not by humans, but by roots. They hold together what is about to fall apart. Earth, memory, footsteps. Every step speaks of the patience of the trees, of their desire to ascend and branch out. Nothing spectacular awaits at the top. No observation tower, no bratwurst snack bar. Only the path that leads onward – and the silence that sounds different up here. Further, clearer. Anyone who has been here knows: Not everything beautiful has to be comfortable. But everything beautiful is worth the detour.

Sand as far as the eye can see. Fine, light, slightly dusty sand that lifts in the wind and settles between the spokes. The bicycles are scattered across the water, as if someone had dumped a giant game of Mikado over the Havel. Those who land here aren't there by chance. It's far on foot, impossible by car – the place belongs to those who cycle or hike their way there. And then it lies there, this strip between water and forest. A large, wonderfully unfinished beach, where the Havel sometimes appears tame, then rough again, depending on the mood of the boats. When a recreational boater thunders past in his Bayliner, the water laps up to the ceiling of the picnic blanket, bringing a certain sense of fairness into the game – even the sun loungers should get some exercise. The people here are as mixed as the light through the trees: with clothes, without clothes, with Bluetooth speakers, without anything. Some read, others talk, most are silent. Perhaps because they know that in a place like this, you don't need to say much. It's enough to be there. Between trees and sand, between water and wind. And that's a lot.

Very nice view over the Havel.

relaxed route along the Havel, have fun 🌷

popular with anglers

Many people on the road with good bet