2021-07-15 53 9

Location

on a field in Langeln, Schleswig-Holstein

Participants

π π π (talk)

Plans

Go there by train, come back by train, 50 min total

Expedition

Thought this would be a pretty standard expedition. Catching the train back was a bit faster than cycling back, so I planned on doing that. I took the A3 to Langeln and cycled 1.2 km to the hash, which lay 114 m onto a freshly harvested (or just low-grown) field. But when I arrived, I already saw the problem: A farmer was working on his tractor right on the hashfield. I didn't want to approach him, so I decided to wait it out nearby. Indeed, after he few minutes he left the field and I felt lucky, but then a car arrived and pulled onto the field on the other side of the street right in front of me, and the farmer parked his tractor at the edge of said field and chatted with the driver – still in full sight of the hashfield. I decided to wait some more farther down the street to avoid suspicion by standing around, but as I walked to my bike, another car suddenly appeared, its driver parking next to the field and joining the conversation. All were watching me as I mounted my bike and hurried away right next to them, stopping at a crossroads down the street and biding my time.

I took a little walk and periodically went back to the crossroads to check if the men were still there, and by the third time, the cars had disappeared. I sensed my chance and cycled to hashfield, where I could see the farmer harvesting the opposite field with his tractor. He could still see me if he faced the street, so I waited until he drove away from it and quickly made my way onto the field, not looking back (though he might've looked back since it's possible he saw me standing at the street). Accessing the hash was easy and there was no danger of damaging any crops, but I cut short my hashdance and took pictures of me, Norma and Lumie at the approximate coordinates. On my way back I saw a car approaching again, parking near the field, but I made it to my bike before anyone shouted at me. Naturally, I had missed the train, so I instead cycled the 9.6 km home, soaking myself in sweat again because of the warm temperatures.