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Always nice rolling on the clean dike asphalt.

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A bit pricey, but the food was very good and so was the beer. Nice beer garden.

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Idyllic underpass with fantastic views!

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Blue sheep are scattered throughout the company premises.

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The sky hangs low over the Great Zernsee, clouds like open books from which the day slowly drains. The bike path, narrow and glistening from the recent shower, stretches along the shore – as if someone had drawn a line between water and the world with a sure hand. No spectacle, no noise. Only the lake to the left, the rustling of the shore grasses to the right, and in the middle: you, pedaling in time with the landscape. The Great Zernsee lies like a wide-open eye in the Havel lowlands – a silent, far-seeing eye between Werder and Golm. On the horizon, you can just make out the bridges: the motorway, the railway line. But down here, by the water, a different kind of timekeeping prevails. A slower one. Between the damp meadows of the Golmer Luch and the branching biotope of the Wublitzrinne, you glide past alders, willows, and what brochures call "natural shore zones" – but in reality, these are places where silence takes shape. Perhaps a heron takes flight. Perhaps a swan rises from the water like a monument to the unwavering. The path is flat, the view far. It tells you nothing new, but everything you had forgotten. That the Havel can also be a poem. That asphalt doesn't have to be loud. And that a gray sky is sometimes the most beautiful backdrop for inner peace. Those who travel here aren't looking for a destination – they're finding a space in between. Between nature and history. Between a breath and a pause for thought. And Lake Zernsee lingers behind you, as if it had briefly shown you its own landscape. From within.

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There are paths that don't just lead from A to B, but right into the middle of slowing down. The Havel Cycle Path between Phöben and Ketzin is one such path. No inclines, no road noise, no pressure to speed. Just the river to your left, the reeds whispering in the wind, and the sky stretching far over the Havelland like a forgotten promise. You start in Phöben, where time already seems to slow down. The asphalt strip winds gently through the greenery, accompanied by birdsong and the gentle bubbling of the Havel. You cycle past small piers where boats doze and trees lean into the river like old friends. If you're lucky, you might encounter herons standing on the banks like monuments, or the wind painting the water in silvery patterns. In between: a bench overlooking the water – not spectacular, but perfect. A place to breathe. To simply sit. And marvel. Depending on your mood and the weather, you can drift to the ferry in Ketzin. Those who like it can cross over; those who don't can continue along the Havel River towards Brandenburg. There's no wrong decision, just quiet kilometers that quietly etch themselves in your memory. The Phöben–Ketzin section is neither a sporting highlight nor an adventure trail. But if you cycle attentively, you'll quickly notice: Here, the simple becomes an event. And the Havel flows quietly along with you.

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It is a beautifully laid out path, which is even more important during the tree blossom festival with the many farms open (at least on Saturday and Sunday).

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