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 of a lake, tendrills and teeth, smoke and horns. Owing to its size, it’s still largely unexplored by these voyagers. We’re working in it.
The small campsite clings to the hill above one of the lake’s many watery sinews. A minute’s walk from your pitch and you’re gliding off into the central section of this huge waterbody. Family run and supremely friendly, the camp’s precipitous location and steep winding access road means it’s off limits to the monstrous RVs used by many in Germany in the name of ‘camping’.
