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Franny goes by bike

Ya-Hey and a jubilant "Olé!" Who would have thought? After almost seven years seems a long time as an impossible dream of stored so close, so tangible: The Baltic Sea cycle route! Viva la bike!

the crazy idea developed during the festival, as I almost daily to cope with the total confrontation by Dutchman had fun kicking. Eventually I resigned myself to the aspirations and decided: "I won and this Year you pull it through at last! "Thought, at home expressed and the next day the chef presents the most dazzling colors, 450km cycle is now virtually nothing in the way. And now that the music is back in her room, is also found at last the necessary quiet moment to seriously the whole project to tackle.

does What a naive layman in all the euphoria? Exactly, first spread the cycling map and imagine ne route. My Living Room I think only of countless folds of the cycle map and myself can I recognize only up to the navel. Never mind. The important thing is that I lost the pin does not come. For safety, I always important to chew him around .... what you have in your mouth, can you do not lose as fast (also applies to chocolate ;-))

thanks www ruler and the route is placed relatively fixed and endorphin controlled I scribble a total of 11 stages on paper:

Flensburg-Glücksburg
Glücksburg-Gelting
Gelting-Kappeln
Kappeln - Eckernpförde
Eckernpförde keel
keel Behrensdorf
Behrensdorf - Großenbrode
Großenbrode - Puttgarden
Puttgarden - Großenbrode (if I can Fehmarn in one day?)
Großenbrode - Grömitz
Grömitz - Travemünde
Travemünde - Lübeck.

Now I am completely addicted to plan and researching accommodations, come for both me, my bike and above all for my Geldbeutelchen in question. The magic word is hostel (sigh, I have no idea what I inlets MCIH) group room. What the hell, after this tour I will follow the footsteps of HP Kerkeling. Since I can get used to calm the already spartan life of a cross Wanderers. .... Or I may think again different.

I count one and one together and fall of my bike pink cloud on the living room carpet of the facts. "It is läppert läppert .... it is," I mutter to myself and try to tame the Radkartenmonster back to its original folding. Whether I put my dream again ad Akta and it remains in the attempt? No, no! What is already so well planned and thought out, wants to be lived. And still this year. Only the serious conversation with my piggy bank .... which I have to sit out yet. ;-)

to that effect, and rather verradelt,

your Fran