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Looking closely, you can see that I am quite out of breath!

Location

On the German Baltic island of Fehmarn, approximately halfway between the villages of Dänschendorf and Vadersdorf (No, it's not pronounced like the Sith Lord's name, but I like to pretend it is).

Participants

mtu and his girlfriend

Planning

More than two hours have already gone into planning this! For somebody not owning a car, this hash is a major pain in the back. Here are my thwarted plans, in the order of their inception:

Going by train and taking our bikes.
Fail: My girlfriend doesn't have her bike in Hamburg, and renting one here for the whole day is expensive.
Going by train, then walking.
Fail: The weather is going to be very bad.
Going by train, then renting a car on the island.
Fail: No car rental's open on Sundays.
Going by train to the next big city, then renting a car there.
Fail: The only eligible car rental is one I reject for political reasons.
Going by train, then renting bikes on the island.
Fail: No bike rentals open this Sunday. A little girl told me her daddy, who gives out the bikes, isn't going to be back until sunday night, and that there's no other place in town.
Renting a car right where I live, then going all the way to the hash.
Fail: Too expensive.
Going by train, then taxing a taxi to someplace close to the hash and walking the rest.
Success?

Expedition

Well, the plan did turn out to be a success! Riding an ICE in Germany is always something, and we were enjoying the ride. We got off on the last stop before the train entered the ferry to Denmark, and that's why my girlfriend and me had a minor falling out: Some customs officers passed through the train performing controls of people and their luggage, and I got aggressive with them because of the general repugnance I feel towards border control police. My girlfriend was upset about the squabble I started, but we talked it over and cleared it up.

When we got off, the place was even more underwhelming than we had feared. We were facing a major ferry port with nobody around and in the pouring rain. We consulted my GPS and took off towards Puttgarden. We failed to find any sort of bakery or café, and in fact we could probably have counted the number of houses in Puttgarden on our combined four hands.

We took shelter from the rain in front of a closed restaurant and called the taxi to take us to the hash. Our driver was a nice lady who took an interest in our activity, but unfortunately also took a huge detour, so the ride was ridiculously expensive for us. That needn't have been out of malice, though, because only three days earlier most of the island had been flooded, and some streets were still closed.

When we arrived at the hash, it was indeed on a recently flooded field, though not as bad as some. My girlfriend got out with me, but decided to stay and wait near the wind turbine closest to the road. I wasn't sure if the taxi driver was charging for waiting, and every second I stayed on the field increased my chances of getting wet feet or sinking in, so I was running towards the hash most of the time. When I got there, I was quite out of breath, but very happy for taking one of Germany's last four virgin graticules.

The way back was much less expensive, also because we decided not to go back to Puttgarden, but to take the slow train back from Burg. We sat down at a baker's shop and had some nice coffee and cake. Shortly before leaving, I spotted a neonazi sticker, and with some borrowed equipment from the bakery, I took care of it.

We walked to the train station and waited for the train. The question of which platform we should take was rendered moot by the fact that there was only one platform! The ride back was very relaxed, and at home we made some vegetarian burgers with fresh vegetables in celebration of a hash well done!