Seventy-Five

I still need some time to pack my stuff and get everything sorted. Lucky me I woke up really early since I fell asleep at 22:30 o'clock.
This morning I spend my last 3 coins in the shower (10 minutes of pouring water, the last one actually to wash down the sand from my feet). I wrapped my KitKats, which have cooled down over night, in tinfoil and a wet shirt, thinking this would help to keep them refridgerated.

After I nursed all the bites, I started at half past 7 in the morning. Still trying to navigate using my compass I was completely lost for the first half an hour. After I switched to my cell phone again I was finally going to the right direction. Actually till then and even the first hour after I switched I felt totally lost.

I still cannot say if and in which way my compass is broken or, due to its casing, if it's really sensitive to electromagnetic fields or solar flares, or if it's just in a bad mood all the time. I should, really, look out for a better model.

After two to three hours of riding I had my first breakfast break at Penny. I still had a lot of kilometers to Bremen but I tried not to stress myself over it. Instead I had a phone call with my family, intensively starring at a bug that was crossing my path while talking. I enjoyed my Müllermilch Multifrucht, a Bergader strawberry jogurth (hmmm, delicious) and a Penny-brand lemonade.
It was still early enough to arrive before noon. Worst thing I could have done would've been to increase my tempo which would've kill me the next two days (hard learning on another trip).

I'm still not in the mood to take that many pictures, Germany can be so boring I don't even feel like taking my camera out. My handy would be sufficient for the kind of pictures I can take here. I'm missing the mountains and the breath taken views from there. My KitKat were molten again.

After another two hours or so I took another detour after I arrived at a Autobahn crossing that was closed. It took me through a forest path which I almost couldn't ride through. The wooden bridge I had to cross didn't have a handrail and some overgrown plants forced me to ride very close to the edge. My heart was racing. I was left in a very narrow path up a small hill.

I arrived at the a-road 75 which will have taken me to Bremen the whole way. Spending my next 3 hours on this street I drank almost all my water reserves. I wished for a supermarket on my way very badly, but there was none. Finally a few kilometers before I arrived at the camping site I came across a Rewe, buying 4 more liters of water, drinking the first in front of the market in a minute.

In front of the Rewe a butcher which served me well with some Mettwurst which I had, with a pear, as a supper after I put up my tent. I met a lot of cyclists there, having nice chit-chats while waiting for my phone to charge.

After some more texting I fall asleep, tired as I was, after roughly 100 kilometers in such a heat. It felt good!