We have now made it to Germany!
On saturday I had an easy start as I waited for the lokal library to open, they had WiFi. Internet access is proving slightly more eratic than I had imagined already.
Then it was a not too long walk to Nykøping Falster, although I did pass the Klondike on the way…
In Nykøping the campsite had organized a small bonfire for midsummer and I hung around for a while but the crowd consisted almost entirely of pensioners and it wasn’t long before I headed into town instead. If anything, it was even quieter there and I headed back to the tent to rest my feet.
Sunday was a long but uneventful slogg to Rødby, with the weather threatening rain almost all the time.
In Rødby I spotted a German ( I think) cyclist that I have seen at 4 different campsites through Denmark. We recognize each other and have started smiling and nodding each time we meet. He must wonder about my walking as I am always turning up at the same time and places as him, and he is on a bike!
Then, on monday morning the Mule and I took the-walk to one more country!
We had only just got of the ferry in Puttgarden when we where cornered for our first international interview!
Gerd had been tipped off that I was on the ferry and as the Mule is anything but inconspicuous, we weren’t hard to spot.
Then onwards towards Burg, a bustling tourist town with lots of restaurants and souvenir shops. Cycling through the center of town was my German (?) cyclist friend. We smiled and nodded…
My friend Marc had made arrangements for me to camp at a farm near Nuekirchen and I thought it was nearer than it really was. Became a longer walk than expected and I arrived first at 8pm to encounter my first real language problem. I had the number to a man who was going to show me where I could camp, get water and use the toilet, but, lets just say that my German was as bad as his English! I usually find that body language solves most missunderstandings but try that on the phone.. I eventually found another guy who was feeding some horses who understood a bit more English (and could see my gesturing). He called, got instructions and showed me where everything was.
Tuesday morning was grey and threatening rain, in fact I hadn’t even left the farm before I had to find shelter under some trees while I dug out the rain gear.
It’s a shame, as I am walking past some great beaches, but the weather is not what it could be. Its not cold, but grey, windy and wet.
Ended the day at a large, soulless camping ground just south of Grömitz. Hundreds of caravans lined up in row after row..
Had to escape down to the beach for a bit of sanity and some dinner