The classic shot of Regensburg; looking across the Danube towards the stone bridge and the cathedral. Taken shortly after a rain shower.
The sun rising underneath the stone bridge.
Repairing buried pipes or electrical cables in Regensburg often turns into an archaeological dig. Here one can see walls and the top of an arch, hidden under the street.
Number 1 Heiliggeistgasse (Holy Ghost Lane) was where I lived in 1988. It has since been renovated and looks a lot nicer than what I remember it as.
Regensburg's east gate. Due to the narrow clearance, traffic lights switch the direction of flow every minute. Note the European red+yellow signal, which gives one a second of warning before a green. Also note that cyclists have a separate signal which grants them a head start.
This is the computer science building at Regensburg University. It was here that I started programming on a PC, even though I wasn't supposed to be in the labs. The computer labs look much the same now, except the Olivetti PCs have been replaced with Dell PCs.
This is what's left of the Protzenweiher bridge over the canal (one of the locks is just visible behind the bridge). Recently the mast of a boat broke open a gas pipe which was slung to the bottom of the bridge. The resulting fire weakened the I beams and the bridge slumped.
Based on his sign, it appears that Gerd Zirovnik is a difficult lawyer to work with. First his partner left, and he renamed the firm to "Zirovnik & Colleagues". Then the rest of his colleagues left, leaving him alone.
A vending machine for cigarettes right next to a vending machine for children's toys. Fun for the whole family.
Sadly the roundhouse has been demolished and the turntable is no longer in use. This was my favourite haunt as a child, I'd come down here, chat with the turntable operator, draw the locomotives and rummage through the discarded electronics for parts.
Google Maps still shows the roundhouse in place.
Back in the 80s there were lots of old women, but almost no old men. Twenty years later, there are now a significant number of old men. Still not as many as there are women, but at least now the imbalance is nature's fault, not Hitler's.
Manuel Prager was one of my two best friends in school. He's now a doctor, married, with a baby daughter.
Johannes Arendt was one of my two best friends in school. He's now a physical therapist.
