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Varel Hafen 2012

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Images à proximité de Germany


A: Varel Harbour

Par Roger Luff, à 10 mètres

In the harbour of Varel with the historic crane in the foreground and some ships on the flat ground d...

Varel Harbour

B: Varel Hafen

Par, à 340 mètres

Der Vareler Hafen, einst der größte deutsche Amerika-Hafen (Oldenburg, hatte als erstes deutsches Lan...

Varel Hafen


Par, A 1.3 km

D: Varel Lock

Par Roger Luff, A 1.4 km

The lock of Varel and the river Norder Leke with the Jadebusen (a part of the North Sea) from the dik...

Varel Lock


Par, A 1.4 km


Par, A 1.6 km

G: Varel

Par Volker Uhl, A 2.2 km


H: Varel

Par Volker Uhl, A 2.3 km


I: Varel

Par Volker Uhl, A 2.3 km


J: Varel

Par Volker Uhl, A 2.3 km


Ce panorama é été pris à Germany

Ceci est un aperçu de Germany

Germany? Before the beginning there was Ginnungagap, an empty space of nothingness, filled with pure creative power. (Sort of like the inside of my head.)

And it ends with Ragnarok, the twilight of the Gods. In between is much fighting, betrayal and romance. Just as a good Godly story should be.

Heroes have their own graveyard called Valhalla. Unfortunately we cannot show you a panorama of it at this time, nor of the lovely Valkyries who are its escort service.

Hail Odin, wandering God wielding wisdom and wand! Hail Freya, hail Tyr, hail Thor!

Odin made the many lakes and the fish in them. In his traverses across the lands he caused there to be the Mulheim Bridge in Cologne, as did he make the Mercury fountain, Mercury being of his nature.

But it is to the mighty Thor that the Hammering Man gives service.

Between the time of the Nordic old ones and that of modern Frankfort there may have been a T.Rex or two on the scene. At least some mastodons for sure came through for lunch, then fell into tar pits to become fossils for us to find.

And there we must leave you, O my most pure and holy children.

Text by Steve Smith.

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