Simmerath, Germany
If you’re likely to find us anywhere, it’s probably Camping Rursee. It’s a stone’s throw from the registered address of the Bulli but far enough to be AWOL.
The Rursee is a majestic twisting dragon, tendrills and teeth, smoke and horns, and still largely unexplored by these voyagers. We’re working on it.
The small campsite, family-run and supremely friendly, clings to the hill above one of the lake’s many watery sinews, its precipitous location rendering it off limits to the monstrous RVs used by many in Germany in the name of ‘camping’. A minute’s walk from your pitch and you’re gliding off into the central section of this huge waterbody.
