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Ich Bein ein Berliner


Even though Mike has his eyes closed in this pic - IT'S DONUT TIME here in Germany!  We've eaten them daily - they're called Berliners and they're YUM YUM YUM!  It's just one of the things we're enjoying about Germany.  Jam on the inside, and for some whacky reason (which I'm LOVING), icing on the top!



I'm writing this from our little German gasthaus (guesthouse) - we arrived here yesterday after three days of riding - two lots of 50km and yesterday only 20km due to the rain - and it was so freaking cute, comfy, and cheerful we declared a rest day.  It's been good riding the last three days, since we left Leer, but there's been rain, a bit of wind, and the start of undulation - we were spoilt in the Netherlands with all that flatness, but the quads are feeling the shift to the little hills now thrown in.  And we've had two nights with Sally where she sheltered us both nights in pouring rain, keeping us warm and cosy inside - yep, we've become fast friends - though my bro-in-law suggested today I had become victim to Stockholm Syndrome with Sal!

Our current location - a cute farming guesthouse - I think it may have been old worker accommodation, we have a shared kitchen, but our own room and ensuite.  Our room looks out onto the forrest behind.  Perfect.  Mike took Phil the Drone out for some fresh air this afternoon - it's attached at the end for you to check out.



We even got to make our own dinner last night - AMAZING frozen wiener schnitzel and salad - WOOHOO!

We've had our heads down cycling the last few days, even with the drenchings we've had on the road, we've also had some amazing scenery, and some fantastic tail winds - and two new German campsites - one pretty good (Thursday night), and the other, well, pretty average (Friday night).  But the best bit about the pretty average one was that on the way there, just 400 metres from the ferry we met a group of very merry, and quite drunk Germans in the bus shelter we headed to as it started to rain.  There were about 8 of them - they had a cooler full of beer and little dolly size bottles of whiskey and a music speaker blaring 80s songs!  As intros were made and they were suitably impressed with us being Aussies, Men at Work was blasted out and the alcohol stash was offered.  We declined.  Boring farts we are.  We were there for about half an hour chatting away, answering their questions, being offered more drinks, as well as an offer to keep going with them on their cycling alcohol crawl - they were all work colleagues on a Friday afternoon cycling booze up!  Hilarious.  By the time we'd said our goodbyes and they rode off to their next destination, the rain had stopped and we got to the ferry (over a bloody little hill), and rode straight on.  Got to the other side where our pretty average campsite awaited.  We found our spot, Sally was up, bright and perky, and we settled in with our pretzels, bread rolls with jam, and chocolate for dinner - yum yum!  The following morning (yesterday), we realised rain was on its way again, so we made the snap decision to get going straight away and in a world Sally record, we had everything packed up and we were on the road in under 30 mins on our way here - with a stop on the way for, you guessed it, Berliners (and lunch, and groceries as it's a long weekend here and the gasthaus is 6km from a town)! 

Crazy Germans on the way to the ferry!


Our campsite on Thursday night


Sally looks very content

Ready to head off on Friday morning - bloody rain

Friday's ferry (just after the crazy Germans)


Sally keeping us warm and dry at our pretty average campsite



The riding is glorious

Phil the Drone does his thing at the gasthaus... 
(we're happy to ... have somewhere so nice to hang out today!)










 







 

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  1. Looks great.So glad Sally is doing well

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  2. Phil seems to be having a good time after the tree dodging. A good mate for Sally?

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