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Sunday, September 18, 2005

autobahns = big wobbles
Frank, Jenny and their neighbour Paul (read nudge) all gasped and laughed after viewing the laden hog. The damm thing looked a handful and was. Backpack tied to the rear, tent & sleeping bag up front, box on the back. It was roughly 10am when I wobbled off from Kiel towards Lubeck and misadventure. It felt like I was riding a vanilla slice, not the Balfours type but the large wobbly variety found in country towns. My Italian stallion shook and coughed its way through the field roads of Northern Germany east towards Lubeck and then south towards Hamburg once Lubeck was confirmed as a bit of a hole (at least the parts I saw). The GPS worked brilliantly and I arrived somewhere 50km east of Hamburg with a handful of euros, just enough for a camping platz outside Lauenberg. Cards werent accepted for the on site restaurant and the town was way off in the dark so I spent the night with a bottle of water, a toblerone and a bunch of local flies beside a lake, only waking up to shiver and tighten the scarf around my head.. cold brr. First time camping (ever) and hopefully the last.

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