74 miles
We woke wondering whether there would be more self inflicted torture to endure. We were not disappointed. It was good to get a view of the Baltic.
(Smart alec Derek says it's our second view, the first being in Newcastle).
The bikes coped well with the Olympic mountain bike course over the cliffs beyond Travemunde. (NB. The Ostsee Coastal Route isn't flat, isn't paved or tarmac, isn't adequately signed and is not necessarily dry.
After cycling for two hours in the rain - and did we mention the constant head wind?- it brightened and we stopped for lunch. Derek dipped his toes in the Ostsee (Baltic). I would have done but for the stretch of sand between me and the water.
Derek of course cycled with sand in his shoes for the rest of the day.
We then stuck in and cycled against the elements to the island of Fehmarn.
Still following no signs on Ostsee route we were 5 miles short of Puttgarden when for the first time I started to fall behind Derek and realised that I was cycling on the rims of my front wheel. Derek, blissfully unaware of this event, disappeared although he did eventually come back in time to take a picture of the roadside repair.
I did get my own back when on reaching the campsite at Puttgarden I gave him back his once pristine but now folded and shredded map.
By now you know the routine......
Wolters Pilsener
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