For the next day of our cycle ride, my notes are strangely (or not so strangely) absent. We rode from Zingst to Warnemunde, near Rostock. I do recall cycling along a long straight road against strong wind. You may say there is nothing exceptional about this; it is the lot of anyone who undertakes a longish cycle tour; we talk about the wind god and try to avoid him (her?) overhearing our planning discussions, but ......
Warnemunde is on the seaside and on the West side of the estuary that leads to Rostock, a largish town and a significant port and shipbuilding centre. Coming from the East, we crossed by the ferry that crosses the mouth of the estuary. As we got there, one those far-too-big cruise ships was on the point of departure, and did leave during the time we gawped at it. I did not take a photograph; after all, if you have seen one giant cruise ship you have seen them all, and I assume my readers have seen one.
But having got into Warnemunde, we found the camp-site we were expecting did not exist and the youth hostel next to the location was full. The youth hostel took a euro off us for internet access and using booking.com we found very little on offer in the area, but there was another hostel half way to Rostock, so we reserved there. We got to it partly on a local train, and when we got there it also turned out to be full and the owner had told booking.com but it had not taken this on board. However, he said it was OK to sleep on the sofas and we did and were glad of the incorrect info from booking.com.
The next day, we continued along the coast, having fish rolls for lunch in Kuhlingsborn while it poured with rain. The rain was over by the time we were faced with the first serious uphill fron a long time. The downhill the other side was glorious, into a village where the coffee and cakes were up to full standard. (Coffee and cake can be a primary reason to visit Germany in the first place). Then on towards Wismar, where again a camp-site failed to materialise. A lovely old town; we were on the late side we viewed it for all of 20 minutes.
On through a housing estate and a muddy seaside path to the village of Zierow, where there rerally was a camp-site, and rather an extensive one with a restaurant and other frills.
On the way to Wismar, we passed these decorated hay bales
Warnemunde is on the seaside and on the West side of the estuary that leads to Rostock, a largish town and a significant port and shipbuilding centre. Coming from the East, we crossed by the ferry that crosses the mouth of the estuary. As we got there, one those far-too-big cruise ships was on the point of departure, and did leave during the time we gawped at it. I did not take a photograph; after all, if you have seen one giant cruise ship you have seen them all, and I assume my readers have seen one.
But having got into Warnemunde, we found the camp-site we were expecting did not exist and the youth hostel next to the location was full. The youth hostel took a euro off us for internet access and using booking.com we found very little on offer in the area, but there was another hostel half way to Rostock, so we reserved there. We got to it partly on a local train, and when we got there it also turned out to be full and the owner had told booking.com but it had not taken this on board. However, he said it was OK to sleep on the sofas and we did and were glad of the incorrect info from booking.com.
The next day, we continued along the coast, having fish rolls for lunch in Kuhlingsborn while it poured with rain. The rain was over by the time we were faced with the first serious uphill fron a long time. The downhill the other side was glorious, into a village where the coffee and cakes were up to full standard. (Coffee and cake can be a primary reason to visit Germany in the first place). Then on towards Wismar, where again a camp-site failed to materialise. A lovely old town; we were on the late side we viewed it for all of 20 minutes.
On through a housing estate and a muddy seaside path to the village of Zierow, where there rerally was a camp-site, and rather an extensive one with a restaurant and other frills.
On the way to Wismar, we passed these decorated hay bales
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