We were driving pretty fast and had almost no breaks, but at this organic supermarket we got coffee and wonderful chocolate cake.

And then, all of a sudden, we stood there: A bridge in the middle of restauration, no way to just cross it by bike. And my friends had only a map which did not help to find an alternative route. Fortunately it was possible to cross the bridge by foot though only by ignoring the fences. So we removed our bags and carried every single bag and bike past the fences, over the gaps betweens street and bridge and to the other side. As you can see: We had a sense of humor about the unexpected disruption.

The evening came with some more surprises: The camping ground we headed for did exist but the people there did not allow us to stay. The owner was not present and the women managing a christian youth group for some reason seemed to be afraid of us three travelers and did not show any grace of charity. However, we were happy then to find this old farmyard about three kilometres away from the camping ground. The old owner told his dog that we are okay, allowed us to stay and use the water pipe next to to door and by sunset even brought us three bottles of beer to welcome us.